Forbidden

I’m writing this knowing you’re going to read it, even if you pretend you didn’t. And knowing, too, the exact way your body used to respond when you thought no one was watching.

I didn’t take my eyes off her when she came to the bed. I knew what was about to happen shouldn’t happen, and still I let her sit on my lap.

The bridegroom’s sister waited for me every night, but the real surprise came when my friend asked me for a favor neither of us would ever forget.

When I entered that room and saw them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger I’d paid for.

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.

When he told me he had bargained my price sitting at the bar, I should have been outraged. Instead I felt my cunt quiver imagining the scene.

I mentioned a threesome to shut him up, convinced he’d back off. Instead, Adrián turned my bluff into a mission—and I began trembling whenever he brought it up.

I love my wife and know she loves me. That’s why I never understood why seeing her surrender to another man became the fantasy I couldn’t get out of my head.

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.

Her husband only had eyes for the other woman’s cleavage. Marina and I looked at each other from the far end of the living room and, without saying a word, we’d already said everything.

I accepted the dinner knowing how it would end. What he didn’t know was that every touch in the dim light was part of a plan I made before I took my clothes off.

She kissed my neck, looked me in the eye, and let out the sentence she’d been holding back for weeks. It wasn’t a question: it was an invitation to break every rule.

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.

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

For months he had been sleeping beside a woman who prayed instead of touching him. Then he walked into the veterinarian’s office, and she locked the door.

I went into the clinic with my back wrecked from work. I left with hard nipples, overwhelming desire, and an address saved in my phone.

A small-town, religious married woman never imagined the secret photos my husband kept would end up all over the region.

He texted me at ten in the morning, and I knew that afternoon, with the house empty, I’d give him exactly what his girlfriend would never allow.

When she entered that club hidden behind a theology bookstore, Marlene knew her husband’s freedom would be paid for with every garment she shed before the judge.

He climbed those five floors to confront his girlfriend’s mother. He had no idea her husband was home, or what proposal would come out of his mouth that afternoon.