Hotel

The plan was perfect: in my friend’s costume, my wife would never know the stranger dancing with her among the masks was me.

I had given Marina my word: that night I would only watch. But when he kissed her against the wall, I knew I couldn’t stay still in my chair.

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.

Lucía never got her vacation goodbye, and one look at the flight attendant was enough to make her decide to collect it before they landed back home.

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 hotel-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.

They were newlyweds and asked us to show them what we knew. My husband and I looked at each other: that night was going to be very long.

We were two girlfriends away to unwind, and ended up in the bed of two strangers. None of the four hands knew anymore which body belonged to whom.

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.

My wife always shut down the fantasy when she got serious. This time, when I confessed what I’d booked, she bit her lip and asked me: what if they don’t settle for looking?

My wife dreamed I was sleeping with another woman while she watched. Days later, at the hotel, that fantasy stopped being a dream.

While I spread on the sunscreen, she moved her hips slowly against the sand. I could only think about how to convince her to cross into the other hotel.

We’d been married for twenty years and had never done anything like that. But that night, at the adults-only hotel, my wife stared at me and started taking her clothes off.

We had been going naked to the same beach with Rubén and Elena for years. A conversation between men lit the fuse: we wanted to explore what we had never seen in each other.

I told her to go in alone, as if she didn’t know me, and to do whatever she wanted if she found something she liked. I had no idea how far she was willing to go that afternoon.

They had never met in person, only photos and messages charged with desire. But she was coming to his city, and this time fantasy threatened to become real.

Her husband hadn’t touched her in months. That night at the nightclub, I saw a small red ribbon hanging from her blouse and understood exactly what it meant.

Her husband came home exhausted and fell asleep in front of the television. Her boss, on the other hand, looked at her as though he knew exactly what she imagined in the shower.

When Damián slid his fingers over her hips, Marina understood that her husband wasn’t watching her with jealousy, but with a desire she had never known from him.