Seduction

I asked her not to wear anything under the green dress. I had no idea that little tease would open the door to the couple at the next table.

My boyfriend squeezed my hand when we crossed that door. That night we were going to learn, together, what it meant to stop being afraid to desire.

Lucía came back from class with another couple’s name saved on her phone. That night we knew Saturday would no longer be an ordinary Saturday.

We shared a table with a couple we’d just met. Three hours later, in their living room, a box of red cards erased every line we thought we had.

“The decision is yours, you decide.” I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head all week, while my body had already decided for me.

We had been texting for weeks, but nothing prepared me to have both of them in front of the sea, with every rule ready to be broken.

I opened the door wearing a thin dress and nothing underneath. The boy delivering my flowers had no idea the bouquet was the least of it that hot afternoon.

He’d spent months sleeping beside a woman who prayed instead of touching him. Then he walked into the veterinarian’s office, and she locked the door.

They had never met in person, only photos and messages charged with desire. But she was coming to his city, and this time fantasy threatened to become real.

I went into the clinic with my back wrecked from work. I left with hard nipples, overwhelming desire, and an address saved in my phone.

She’d gone months without her husband touching her. That night, at the nightclub, I saw a small red ribbon hanging from her blouse and knew exactly what it meant.

I was waiting for him with my bags packed, ready to leave him. But when he began telling me what happened with her, I discovered my body was reacting differently from my pride.

For months I’d whispered the same fantasy in her ear. That afternoon, in a deserted cove, I stopped imagining it and watched it come true in front of me.

A small-town, religious married woman never imagined the secret photos my husband kept would end up all over the region.

I finished getting dressed on the edge of that bed and understood there was no turning back: the dutiful wife was dead, and I wanted more, much more.

Her husband came home tired and fell asleep in front of the TV. Her boss, on the other hand, looked at her as if he knew exactly what she imagined in the shower.

Two months pregnant, I opened my phone and saw my husband with a coworker. I didn’t cry as much as I expected: I started counting how many fucks he owed me.

He texted me at ten in the morning, and I knew that afternoon, with the house empty, I’d give him exactly what his girlfriend would never allow.

When Damián slid his fingers along her hips, Marina understood that her husband was not watching her with jealousy, but with a desire she had never known in him.

My wife left for work and I was left alone with my reports. Then I heard the key in the lock and she came in, unannounced, in that red miniskirt.