Seduction

Marina accepted the invitation knowing what she was exposing herself to. What she couldn’t have imagined was that a simple massage with sunscreen would end up breaking every rule she had.

Her husband only had eyes for the other woman’s cleavage. Marina and I looked at each other from the far end of the living room and, without saying a word, we’d already said everything.

We’d been playing our secret game for months, but when Bruno closed the hotel door and Tomás sat down to watch, I knew there was no turning back that night.

It began as a game of words in bed. It ended with me climbing into another man’s car while my husband waited inside the casino knowing everything.

I came to that dinner expecting a glass of wine and an escape to the countryside afterward. I ended up kneeling in front of a stranger while my lover watched.

I lowered my voice to tell her how an Austrian photographed me naked on the beach, never imagining that story would lead us both to live the same thing.

I told my husband we were only going out for drinks with another couple. What I’d really been planning all week was what ended up happening in that apartment.

They were newlyweds and asked us to show them what we knew. My husband and I looked at each other: that night was going to be very long.

We were two girlfriends going away to unwind and ended up in the bed of two strangers. By then none of the four hands knew whose body was whose.

She’d been telling me for a month that her husband fantasized about seeing her with another man. That night I stopped listening and took her where anything could really happen.

I accepted the dinner knowing how it would end. What he didn’t know was that every touch in the dim light was part of a plan I made before I took my clothes off.

For years we mentioned it with laughter and wine, never daring to do it. That night someone wrote our names on slips of paper and we all stopped talking.

When Marina took off her last piece of clothing in the warm water, the four of us knew that night no one would be sleeping on their own side of the bed.

The secretary unbuttoned my blouse before I went into the office. I knew right away that this meeting with the director would be unlike any other.

She kissed my neck, looked me in the eye, and let out the line she’d been holding back for weeks. It wasn’t a question: it was an invitation to break every rule.

Four office coworkers, new heels, and a boss with a plan. What happened when the last drink was empty was something no one dared say out loud.

After the fourth gin and tonic, my wife got up from the sofa, crossed the living room, and started undressing in front of our friend. I could only watch and want it.

My wife always shut down the fantasy when she got serious. This time, when I confessed what I’d booked, she bit her lip and asked me: what if they don’t settle for looking?

My wife dreamed I was sleeping with another woman while she watched. Days later, at the hotel, that fantasy stopped being a dream.

The cards were ready, split into green, yellow and red. All that was left was for them to arrive and find out how far we were willing to go.