Lingerie

When I pinned her head between my thighs, I expected her to resist. Instead, I felt her hot breath against my panties and heard a low moan.

It had been more than ten years since I’d seen her. I found her by the dildo shelf and, without thinking, gave her my number.

Before the camera, the sexologist promised a simple anatomy lesson. But when the host slid her hand under her thong, both women knew there was no going back.

The age gap should have been a problem, not an invitation. But when she kicked off her shoes and looked at me from the sofa, I knew I’d obey every order.

When winter leaves me trembling and alone, I close my eyes and imagine her coming in with a firm stride, ready to undress me slowly and finally make me completely hers.

She agreed to the shoot hoping for elegant photos for her profile. She didn’t expect that old camera to strip away much more than her clothes.

The panties were still warm when she took them off the door handle. She had no idea that curiosity would lead her to a stranger’s bed.

It wasn’t sale season and the store was empty. The blonde saleswoman followed me into the fitting room with an excuse, and I left the curtain open on purpose.

I opened the trunk not knowing that inside it waited another woman’s secret: her lingerie, her diary, and proof that she too loved someone forbidden.

I’d gone three months without her hands, without her mouth, without her tits on mine. That night I poured a glass of wine, stripped naked, and decided pleasure didn’t have to wait for her return.

I thought acting on my own would make her proud. I was wrong. The moment Renata walked in and saw what I’d done, I knew I’d be punished.

“What happens on the coast stays on the coast,” we told each other before crossing that curtain. Neither of us imagined how far we’d go without the other couple.

We’d been in the scene for months, but that night, between the dungeon and the club, I found out how far my wife could go when she truly let herself loose.

Nadia thought the passion with Andrés had gone out. That night, facing two strangers and a twelve-sided die, she discovered how far she was willing to go.

The bridegroom’s sister waited for me every night, but the real surprise came when my friend asked me for a favor neither of us would ever forget.

She slipped into the black dress, kissed me, and said “don’t wait up.” I knew exactly who she was spending the night with, and that was precisely what turned me on.

I’d spent nights imagining it. That early morning, sitting in an armchair with a glass in my hand, I finally saw it: my husband inside another woman.

We’d spent months fantasizing about taking the plunge. That night, in the living room of strangers, my wife looked at me before we crossed the point of no return.

I bought lingerie for a night alone with my wife. I never imagined I’d end up watching her in another man’s arms while his wife settled into my lap.

Lucía had always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás knelt waiting with a cage between his legs.