Humiliation

My boyfriend used to call the electrician who fixed the wiring “Mustache.” That afternoon, when everyone left, I was the one who asked him for forgiveness in the living room.

I bit the pillow when he said that name. And then everything I’d hidden for years began to unravel between the sheets, blow by blow.

I closed my eyes in the empty locker room and let the fantasy carry me farther than I’d imagined. When I opened them, there was no going back.

The doorbell rang at half past seven and I knew my marriage had just changed forever. She came down the stairs without a bra, looked at them, and smiled.

I innocently asked whether I’d been her best lover. Her laugh was the first sign I shouldn’t have opened my mouth that night.

Rodrigo kept watching me every time I crossed the living room. I’d known for months, and that afternoon I decided it was time to collect a debt.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

We’d been married for twenty years, and then she started going to the gym, changing her clothes, checking her phone in the bathroom. Something was off. I decided to find out.

Marcos signed the contract without reading it. By the time they locked him under the Club Ónix toilet, it was too late to turn back.

When I crossed the dungeon door, she held out her hand for me to kiss. Then she pointed to the floor. I knew at that instant the night would be long.

Opening the door that night was the hardest decision of my life. Behind it stood a tall, smiling man, ready to take what I could no longer give my wife.

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.

Every night Marcos spent watching without being able to touch was another step down. Valeria didn’t seduce him: she possessed him. And he found no way out, nor did he look for one.

He came back from his evening run and found her in the dunes. She wasn’t alone. She never had been.

She has many names for me. None matter while I watch her obey from the other side of the screen, waiting for the day I have her on her knees in front of me.

I had a secret room behind my lingerie shop. That afternoon, Andrés was already naked when I got there. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

Sofía weighed two hundred pounds of pure authority. Renata understood that the night an old folder changed the balance of power between them forever.

Rodrigo knew stealing his own son’s wife was unforgivable. But when Valentina first looked him in the eye, he understood there was no turning back.

When I opened my eyes it was already too late. Two bodies were pinning me to the mattress, and the cold steel on my wrists told me that night had changed everything.