Seduction

It was two in the morning, it was the anniversary of my dead marriage, and I was crying on the couch. Marcos wrapped his arms around me and said he wasn’t going anywhere.

Carmen appeared at my window as if she had been waiting for that moment. She didn’t leave. She made me come downstairs. What happened next was beyond anything either of us imagined.

I got there before Daniela and a girl offered me a drink at the bar. I didn’t know that night we’d end up the three of us in bed, doing things none of us had planned.

When I was left flat broke and unable to pay the rent, Lorenzo knocked on my door at ten sharp. I had never been with a man before that night.

When I saw him come in, too afraid to lift his gaze, I thought it would be just another appointment. It wasn’t. What I found beneath that gown kept me awake for days.

The excuse was a Pilates app and her empty living room. What happened next wasn’t in any exercise program.

Valeria wore a miniskirt with no underwear. The sleeping men in the street watched her without hiding it. I watched from the back of the truck, completely aroused.

We’d spent the whole wedding exchanging looks. When he whispered that he wanted to show me something, I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.

When Don Eduardo closed the office door, Valeria knew they hadn’t come to discuss any report. They both held a secret, and that made them equals.

That morning Rodrigo closed his office door and pulled out a small gold bag. Inside was something that would change the office mornings forever.

Lorena had a reputation for liking women. I never paid it any mind until that spring morning when we ended up trapped together.

I went to Andrea’s party with nerves on edge. I didn’t expect to meet her mother: a mature woman with a perfect body and a fiery gaze who hooked me from the first second.

I had spent months exchanging messages with him, unsure whether I would dare. Then the day came, and I climbed into the taxi with trembling hands and stockings in my backpack.

We had been exchanging photos and audio messages for months that his wife would never see. When we finally met, everything we had imagined became real.

I was eighteen and had no experience. She had a husband, a daughter in my class, and the skill to keep me from sleeping since the first day.

Bringing three folding chairs to a back alley at midnight was her idea. What happened after left me watching from the outside, dry-mouthed and racing pulse.

He asked me for directions and I walked with him without thinking. I never imagined that minutes later I’d be against the wall of a building under construction with my pants at my ankles.

When she confessed it to me, we were already alone in the room. Her sister had asked me to watch her for the day. No one imagined what would happen between us.

When I was left alone with Marcos, the lifelong neighbor, something shifted between us. He came closer slowly and kissed me without asking permission or forgiveness.

An ordinary man discovered that beneath his wife’s clothes lived another version of himself, ready to emerge when lockdown came.