Domination

When Renata drew back the curtains and had me on all fours facing the glass, I knew that night was going to belong to everyone passing in the street, not just her and my husband.

I got in the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to miss nothing, and her husband was smiling in the rearview mirror.

We had never gone into a place like that. When that couple from the beach walked through the door and sat at our table, I knew the night no longer belonged to us alone.

When Diego held out his hand to dance, I knew my husband would only watch. And that I, for once, would stop being the respectable wife everyone thought I was.

Lucía had always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás knelt waiting with a cage between his legs.

Identical down to the last gesture, that night each one seduced her sister’s boyfriend. They never noticed, and the thrill of the deception changed them forever.

The rules were simple: the winner stayed tied up, the loser served, and in the end the two couples would decide who really ruled. No one planned to give in.

I agreed for him, because it was his fantasy. But when both of their hands ran over me at once, it stopped being only his and became mine.

I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.

We’d been playing our secret game for months, but when Bruno closed the hotel door and Tomás sat down to watch, I knew there was no turning back that night.

I opened the room door and the first thing I heard was a long moan and a bed thudding against the wall. We weren’t alone, and neither of us wanted to stop.

When Lucía crossed the room and sat on his lap without looking at me, I knew that night I would only watch, and that it was exactly what we both wanted.

I had three tubes of aloe vera and not a centimeter of unburned skin when my flatmate’s boyfriend came in with her keys and found me naked on the sofa.

My boyfriend squeezed my hand when we crossed that door. That night we were going to learn, together, what it meant to stop being afraid to desire.

Nando left my panties bunched around one ankle, and while Bruno held me against the sofa, I understood that that night I was the merchandise they both wanted to break in.

That night we agreed to do something different. I’d cook, open the door, and watch her enjoy another man. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d enjoy obeying.

She expected shouting, maybe the end of everything. Instead, he handed her a glass of wine and asked her to tell him everything, without leaving out a single detail.

That night I knelt while another man took my wife on the table. He thought he was in control; neither of them suspected what was really happening between us.

I had just enough budget, and my boyfriend offered me his aunt’s house. What I didn’t know was that his cousin would turn that week into something I never told him about.

“Cooperation is the only currency you have,” the message said. Mariana put the phone down, knowing she would obey again, just like last time.