Forbidden

I was twenty-two and had never seen another woman naked until that afternoon in the shower, when she took off her underwear as if I weren’t watching.

I went looking for advice from the only woman I trusted, never imagining that afternoon at the country house would teach me everything my body didn’t yet know it could feel.

Every time she passed by my desk, I lost track of what I was doing. I never imagined one single slip would expose everything I felt for her.

I thought I was alone correcting my texts, until her hand settled on my leg and I realized the break was going to last much longer than expected.

Mara covered her friend’s eyes and asked for silence. What she did next with her tongue crossed the line forever.

She had trained for five years and never competed. On that last afternoon, when her coach straddled her, she knew it wasn’t nerves making her shake.

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 walked into that room and saw the two of them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger who had paid for her.

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 blurted out the threesome to shut him up, convinced he’d back off. Instead, Adrián turned my bluff into a mission, and I started shaking every time he mentioned it.

I love my wife and I know she loves me. So I never understood why the idea of 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 line 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, 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.