In Public

We agreed to act like two strangers on the sand: she would have to seduce me with the whole world watching, and I would have to endure without giving myself away.

My wife swore she would never cross that door. Three hours later, she was the one begging me not to stop in front of everyone.

We’d spent the whole morning teasing each other with sunscreen when the girl from the next towel decided to join the game.

We didn’t know how to get out of the water without making it obvious what we’d just done. What we couldn’t imagine was that the night had only just begun, and the neighbors’ party would change everything.

“It’s going to be shopping with a happy ending,” she told me with that smile that wasn’t innocent. I never imagined we’d end up in a hedge maze with another couple.

I never imagined that shy girl with glasses, who blushed at the mention of sex, would end up naked and eager in a tent lost in the desert.

We were alone on the beach until a man stopped at the shore to watch us. And instead of covering up, we decided to give him something to look at.

I’d been fantasizing about dogging for years, but I never imagined she’d be the one to lead me to the far end of that industrial estate, with a surprise waiting in the hedges.

I got on the bike not knowing how to ride and got off it a different man. But what really changed me happened afterward, in the sand, away from prying eyes... or so I thought.

They’d come looking for action and the club was dead. Until a shy couple showed up, not knowing what they’d walked into.

I lowered my voice to tell her how an Austrian photographed me naked on the beach, never imagining that story would lead us both to live the same thing.

I knew that trip would change something between us, but I never imagined how far my wife would go once another man started giving her orders.

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 were alone in the sand, naked and turned on, when I discovered two young men spying on us from the rocks. Romina just asked if I wanted to keep going.

“The decision is yours, you decide.” I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head all week, while my body had already decided for me.

When the guard shouted her number, the laughter died at once and a hundred eyes fixed on her: the only unspoiled beauty in a yard of concrete, sweat, and barbed wire.

When Diego left me the car and went home with the child, I never imagined I’d end the night against a bathroom wall with another man’s mouth on my neck.

I only got two photos that morning: her naked facing the sea, and an hour later, an opened condom wrapper. She told me the rest in bed.

When Diego stopped in front of the neon lights, I knew that dare, fueled by laughter and kalimotxo, would become the night my wife and I had been secretly imagining for months.

We went looking for a new dildo far from home, where no one knew us. What happened in that booth left the toy forgotten on the floor.