Hotel

I got into the car expecting an afternoon with him, but there was someone else in the back seat, and I immediately knew where this was going.

The phrase we always whispered in bed was spoken in a low voice in front of a real man. And this time I wasn’t going to let it stay a fantasy.

It was eleven thirty at night when Daniela appeared in the hallway and asked me for help with the fire. I’d spent the whole afternoon thinking about what was in their bags.

I’m Tomás’s hotwife and he adores watching me shine. Between colonial walls and salsa, a foreign business partner joined our game, and I let myself go.

I posted an ad looking for two discreet gentlemen. When I opened the suite door and saw them both waiting for me, I knew that night would have no limits.

“If you stay, you stay to play,” he said, looking at my friend. I only wanted him for myself, but a dark part of me wanted to see how far she’d go.

She had spent years convincing herself that desire belonged to the past, until she accepted an invitation she shouldn’t have and unfamiliar hands reminded her who she was.

Tomás came out of the shower naked and said why should he get dressed if we were going to strip him anyway. That night in the cabin, none of the four of us thought about sleeping.

I handed him the folded note and a condom without saying a word. He read it, looked me over, and only said: come with me. I wasn’t thinking clearly again for hours.

Five of the boss’s friends, a rented house, and a poker game. Diego knew how I’d be dressed on every round; no one knew how the night would end.

I closed my eyes, stuck my ass up, and waited to hear his voice. I didn’t want lingerie or flirting—just to be naked and ready for him to keep his promise.

I put the blindfold on her, gave the orders, and let her surrender without knowing who was touching her. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined.

She went down to reception just to ask about a trail, but she kept staring too long at the green eyes of the girl behind the desk. And the girl noticed.

She laughed at my jokes, touched my arm, and I thought I had her in the bag. I never imagined she’d be the one taking control that night in the hotel room.

I hadn’t touched anyone in two years when she answered my message with one question: “when are we meeting?” I never imagined how that night would end.

“And you don’t mind that she’s got a cock?” her cousin asked before introducing her to me. I said I wanted to get to know her first. That same night I ended up on my knees at her feet.

I walked into the suite expecting a frightened woman. I never imagined what was hiding under that long skirt, or how eagerly she meant to show me.

You blocked me everywhere, so I’m writing by hand. I need you to know why I did it before I leave this city forever.

I knew his eyes were fixed on my back as I undressed by the wardrobe. I left the bathroom door ajar on purpose: the invitation had been served.

I thought she was telling me those stories to make me jealous. It took me a while to understand that what was turning me on was something far darker and harder to admit.