Hotel

We’d been kissing in secret for months without anything else happening; that afternoon, with the bottle nearly empty, it was she who dragged me to the motel window.

I got to the room first, with a cap and sunglasses, and sat on the edge of the bed not knowing what I’d do when that stranger knocked on the door.

We shared a room to save money. I was married, a father of two. Then came that night at the hotel when he decided we were going to be something else.

My wife wanted to watch me get fucked, not the other way around. What I discovered that night in the hotel suite still leaves me with questions I don’t dare answer.

I closed the hotel door, looked at his trembling hands, and knew that this stranger was as scared as I was. And neither of us was leaving.

When I saw him walk into the dark room behind me, I knew the night wasn’t going to end in my bed. He had the body of the kind of man you only see in magazines.

I thought the rain would leave me with nothing. Twenty meters away I saw the dark-skinned boy by the bench, soaked, and I knew the night was only beginning.

When she told me she was into me, I didn’t believe her. Then came the message with the hotel name and the exact time. I knew it was real.

We arrived at the hotel as mother and son, pretending to be lovers. By Sunday, there was no pretending left.

It took me two seconds to recognize him on the other side of the bar. He was wearing a tight skirt and fishnets, and letting a stranger touch him.

Natalia and I shared a room. That was all. But when we turned out the light and our bodies were inches apart, the plan changed.

When the storm cut the lights and thunder shook the walls, she curled up against me. It had been years since she’d felt anyone’s heat. That changed everything.

I went up to the hotel wearing a red lace set under the dress he still hadn’t seen. We’d been waiting seven months for that moment.

I crossed the threshold of the palace with the gold mask and my heart racing. That night, several masked hands waited for me while he watched from the shadows.

When I found him behind me in the kitchen, his body pressed to mine and his breathing ragged against my neck, I knew I was going to give in before I fought.

I gave her permission to go out with both of them on the same afternoon. When she came back to the parking lot, she still had one man’s marks on her and a date with the other at seven-thirty.

Monday morning. Adrián’s suitcase disappeared through the door and, before the coffee was even done, we already knew that week was going to be different.

He’d had four days of bad luck until he walked into a seaside bar and saw her sitting alone, with curves that said more than she did.

The moment he shut the taxi door, his hands were already under my blouse. What came next the driver watched from the mirror, not missing a thing.

When Marcos told me he wanted to share me with another man, I didn’t reject him. I felt curiosity, nerves, and something I had never felt before: real desire.