Deceit

She told me, “Don’t trust my husband,” and I laughed. Three months later, my wife walked into my office unable to meet my eyes.

I accepted the massage out of curiosity and because of the heat of his hands. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d be willing to pay before his alarm went off.

I went down to the pool in my underwear just to tease him. I never imagined that same night I’d end up begging him not to stop inside me.

I’d never cheated on my husband in eighteen years. One screen, one bold stranger, and one empty afternoon were enough to make all of that stop mattering.

When that stranger’s punch knocked my boyfriend flat on the canvas, I knew that night I would do something I’d never fully regret.

For her, it’s just affection, a way of taking care of him. For him, it’s love. And between them grows a secret that beats every night just a few feet from her sleeping boyfriend.

He only came to use our computer on a rainy afternoon. But he showed me a program that could strip anyone naked, and without thinking, I asked him to try it on me.

I told him to strip too. It was only fair: he’d already seen me naked on the screen and I’d spent the whole afternoon pretending to be technically curious.

I thought I knew him after three years together, until that night he set his glass on the table and told me he had a fantasy he didn’t dare confess.

Daniel slept in the front seat while, a meter away, his uncle and his girlfriend shared the truck’s narrow bunk. And Noelia no longer wanted to sleep.

Mateo had just thrown his wife out of the restaurant when someone knocked on the office door. It was the tattooed waitress, and she hadn’t come to talk about the day’s accounts.

A sad old ballad comes on the radio and I stop hearing the lyrics. I start seeing something else, a scene I shouldn’t tell, but I confess it anyway.

I told them my comfort was more effective than any cold drink. I took off my clothes before going in and waited for the hot water to betray me in the steam.

She humiliated me over a video call and I went out drinking until I collapsed. At the bar, two tall men held my arm and offered me a quieter place.

I showed up at that party in my swimwear thinking it would be just another day with my boyfriend. I had no idea I’d end up on my knees, showing another man what he was missing.

He knocked expecting a routine exam. A stranger in a robe opened the door with a smile that promised trouble, and he knew that afternoon he wouldn’t be in charge.

I was never attracted to him, but every message he sent left me hotter than the last. And that night, with my husband only a few feet away, I stopped resisting.

When I saw the video on her phone, I knew there was no way back: my neighbor knew exactly what she wanted from me, and I had fallen into her trap.

He blocked me everywhere and came back with a “decent” girlfriend. Fatal mistake: nobody takes a woman’s favorite toy away without paying for it.

I couldn’t resist the thong smelling of her whole day: I climbed into bed ready to taste her while she slept, not knowing she’d been waiting awake for me.