Three Days With Him While My Girlfriend Was at the Beach
The water poured over us and I was on my knees. Those three days taught me that there are pleasures you can’t repress no matter how hard you try.
The water poured over us and I was on my knees. Those three days taught me that there are pleasures you can’t repress no matter how hard you try.
I’d gone months without anyone touching me. That night I started the car with no destination, but my body already knew exactly where it was going.
I saw him walk through that door and my heart started racing. I wore the reddest dress I owned. I wanted the first thing he saw to be me.
Seven in the morning, my husband still asleep, and I already feel that heat settling between my legs without asking permission. Another day like this. Or worse.
Marcelo watched from the couch while Rodrigo undressed me slowly. Then my husband wanted to know something I had never told him.
When I opened the door that night, they had no idea I already had the taste of their friend in my mouth and a plan measured in every movement of my hips.
Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.
They’d spent the day avoiding naming it. When Marcos closed the apartment door and asked whether they were going to sleep with their new partner, no one answered first.
When Valeria put her hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down, I understood that night would cross a line with no way back.
Saying yes in the darkness of our bedroom was easy. Facing eight naked men in that private room was another story.
I held out for three days before dialing his number. When I heard him answer, I knew none of the promises I’d made myself mattered anymore.
We had spent two years sitting across from each other without knowing we were both keeping the same secret: a parallel life full of desires no one would have guessed.
I sat on top of him and started telling him my filthiest fantasy. With every detail I added, I could see him coming apart a little more.
Sandra had never surprised me like that. But that afternoon in the pine grove, with Lucía and Marcos just a few meters away, she decided it was time.
I had the cursor blinking and he was in the doorway with that question I never know how to refuse. That afternoon wasn’t just a quickie.
They shared the flat just fine. But when Camila suggested sharing her boyfriend too, neither of them guessed where the experiment would lead.
I’d spent a full week counting the hours. When I saw him come through the airport doors, I knew that night wouldn’t be like any other.
Two glasses of wine, his unexpected question, and me telling him about my first time with another man while he listened with an attention that soon became something more.
Seven in the morning and desire was already there. Through the day it crept into the shower, the supermarket, the sofa beside him. A fire I kept trying to smother.
On the bed there was a black latex set and a pair of heels in my size. That night, Rodrigo wouldn’t explain anything. He’d only tie me up, and what came after would change everything.