Seduction

I was only supposed to take them home after the party. I never imagined that her alcohol-loosened friend would turn that late-night drive into something I still haven't finished telling.

For years, everyone had treated her as invisible. But that night, trapped by the storm in a cabin, my mother-in-law stopped being my father-in-law’s wife and became something else.

I like provoking people, I admit it. But that morning, when I picked them up in the truck with nothing beneath my leggings, I knew the weekend would get out of hand.

I always wondered where he got so much money. When he finally showed me, my best friend stood before me in white stockings and with a smile that changed everything.

The apartment was an icebox, so I knocked on her door to ask about the heating. She came out in pajamas and offered me coffee—something I wouldn’t forget.

My boyfriend thought I wouldn’t dare. He bet I’d only get the gardener worked up from the window, but that afternoon he ended up on his knees in front of me.

I told a stranger that my wife was sleeping naked at home without thinking, and that sentence rekindled something that had been smoldering between us for years.

I walked into that workshop giving orders, as I always do. I never imagined that a grease-covered mechanic would remind me who was really in charge that afternoon.

I never imagined that the giant defender my father insulted from the stands would end up sharing the most intense night of my life.

I looked up at the professor everyone feared, and my blood ran cold: it was the woman I’d masturbated with on camera for two years.

We'd been together for months when I dared to tell him, with his cock still in my hand, that I'd never wanted a man who understood pleasure so much.

I asked him to come upstairs just as he was, his shirt hanging from his shoulder and the smell of work on his skin. I never told him he was the one I would miss most.

I didn’t choose all three of them at once. It happened gradually, until one night I discovered they were messaging each other to get rid of their rivals.

They sat on either side of me, sure they were going to undo me with their games. I let them believe it all through dinner, and took control in five minutes.

I met her in an English course and thought she was shy. That night, in the back seat, I discovered she was far bolder than she seemed.

When my husband brought his friend home to live with us, I thought it would be an uncomfortable month. I never imagined he would push me toward what I was afraid to confess.

Bored in front of the television and alone in a bed that was too large, she closed her eyes and let her hand do what she hadn’t allowed herself to do for two years.

I arrived at his house in a skirt that was too short, with passing as my excuse. He never stopped looking at me, and I hadn’t come exactly to study.

I’d spent weeks watching her from the corner of my eye as she emptied the wastebaskets. That night, alone together in the office, she was the one who asked me to help her.

Her husband opened the door of his home with one intention: to watch two strangers make his wife come. She pretended to hesitate, but her eyes had already decided.