Seduction

I’d spent months ignoring his looks in the mirror. That night I was left alone in the rain, and he was the only one who showed up.

I stopped halfway up the stairs. The door was open, and what I saw left me speechless: my wife, on her knees, between my sister’s legs.

The girls from the team had gone out to see the city. I was alone in the room when someone knocked. It was him, with the smile that had made me nervous since the first Wednesday.

I was forty-six, married, with lovers and a perfectly ordered life. Then I saw him come out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t look away. That was the beginning.

My mother opened the changing room door without warning. What she found on the other side changed everything between us, even if neither of us could name it that afternoon.

It was one in the morning and your hand was on my thigh as if the taxi driver didn’t exist. What happened next still keeps me awake.

Sandra and I found them in the jacuzzi. Pablo was fucking my girl, Lucía, without realizing we had an audience. The night had barely begun.

I was forty-eight, had a wife, three children, and no doubt about who I was. Then a young man asked me for a ride to the metro.

When Sofía walked through the door of my apartment, she didn’t know exactly what was waiting for her. Her mother had planned everything weeks in advance.

When she came up to the pool that afternoon and asked if I had ever been with a woman, I knew that summer was going to be different.

He had introduced himself as the active one in the chat. But when I put my hands on his shoulders and felt him relax, I knew the rules were going to change that afternoon.

The chat was burning with lingerie photos and promises of fire. Six people, three couples, one cabin. What happened that weekend stayed between us.

They were cousins, they rarely saw each other, and that night they were alone in the living room while everyone slept. Nothing should have happened. Almost nothing did.

We were both completely naked, legs crossed, cups in hand, and that was when Sofía asked if I wanted to move in with her.

She had spent weeks unable to get him out of her head. That skinny boy in the park, with charcoal-stained hands and that direct gaze that asked no one’s permission.

We arrived at the hotel as mother and son, pretending to be lovers. By Sunday, there was no pretending left.

We were left alone in the hotel under the excuse of choosing shoes. When I knelt to put them on her, everything changed. It shouldn’t have happened, but neither of us stopped it.

She had never been with anyone. I was her cousin. What began as a family gathering ended at dawn when she whispered that she had been waiting for me all night.

The couples' game began as an innocent bet by the pool. By nightfall, none of them could quite remember where one body ended and the next began.

I had never gone into a place like that. But those legs, that mischievous smile, that metal door... something told me I had to follow this time.