Seduction

I’d been serving coffee at the truck stop for two years when he walked in without saying hello and recognized me from another life. I knew at once I wouldn’t sleep soundly that night.

Tomás hadn’t touched a woman in a year. My husband knew that when he invited him to dinner. And I put on the red thong knowing what was going to happen.

At two in the morning I got into the pool naked, thinking I was alone. When I heard her steps coming closer, there was nothing left to hide.

Andrés had spent months searching for a way out and found it where he least should have: in his own wife’s body.

Martín arrived with a ladder and a toolbox. Doña Carmen watched him take off his shirt in the sun and knew the job would take a long time.

Diego knew exactly which button to push. Two years without seeing him, a message at one in the morning, and I was already in a taxi crossing the city.

I sent the message without knowing whether he’d take it seriously. When the car pulled off without canceling, I knew he’d understood perfectly.

When I told my husband what I wanted for my birthday, he smiled and started making calls. A private casino night changed everything between us.

When I stepped into his spotless apartment, I had no idea we were one hand of cards away from something neither of us had ever done before.

When I handed him the envelope with the offer, I expected anger. What I saw in his eyes was something else: a hunger that had been hiding behind his calm gaze for years.

It didn’t stop me to know Nadia was there with her eyes fixed on us. On the contrary: her gaze on me made everything more intense.

When the captain anchored in that deserted cove and Rodrigo opened the second bottle, we all knew the agenda had been officially canceled.

Valeria didn’t want expensive gifts. She wanted to be the main course of a night where everyone bet on her and her husband watched with pride.

When the commander’s voice froze them in place, Vera knew nothing on that ship would ever be the same. What she didn’t know was that he’d been waiting for that moment for weeks.

When I saw her at the bus stop, with her copper hair and that tight blouse, I knew something was going to happen. I had no idea that afternoon would change everything.

When she asked me to undress and climb onto the examination table, I knew something between us was going to break that could never be put back together.

When she turned in those heels, the dress lifted just enough to reveal the exact line where the stocking ended and the skin began. And then she asked me for a massage.

Three glasses of wine, a backpack full of toys, and a complicit look. What happened with my sister that night crossed every line I ever thought I’d cross.

I went down to the restaurant with the red lingerie safely hidden under my dress and one decision: if he didn’t get to see it that night, what we had would never leave the screen.

That night in the hotel I discovered that desire doesn’t care about promises. My husband served me up to his best friend, and I let myself be handed over.