Seduction

We went up with two bottles of champagne and the idea of spending a pleasant evening. No one told us the family across the hall understood dinner differently.

I’d spent a year listening to her describe who touched her while I only watched. That New Year’s Eve, with a glass in her hand, she whispered in my ear that this time I wouldn’t be left out.

Marina blindfolded me and whispered that I should choose that night. Three women watched me from the terrace’s shadows, and my heart beat like a drum.

When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.

If we lasted five minutes, then the women would compete afterward. What began as a joke among friends ended with the four of us naked in the same bed.

I never imagined that shy girl with glasses, who blushed at the mention of sex, would end up naked and eager in a tent lost in the desert.

We had arranged to be five that summer afternoon. At seven the phone rang, one of us wasn’t coming, and yet we still opened the door to two strangers.

She gave me one condition: if she didn’t like him, nothing would happen. What I didn’t expect was that by the end of the night, she would leave me alone with the other woman.

The plan was just to have coffee and get acquainted. But as soon as Lucía left for a drive, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end innocently.

The door was half open, and while I was spying on my friend with two strangers, a hand turned me by the waist. It was him. And he smiled at me as if we both already knew.

We were alone on the beach until a man stopped at the shore to watch us. And instead of covering up, we decided to give him something to look at.

I knew I wanted to fuck him from the very first message. What I didn’t know was how far my husband would go when the three of us crossed into the private room.

Carla slowly circled the table, stopped behind Marina, and placed her hands on her shoulders. No one expected the dinner to end this way.

I thought it was just a joke between the sheets, until she said our youngest friend’s name and confessed she really wanted him.

I got on the bike not knowing how to ride and got off it a different man. But what really changed me happened afterward, in the sand, away from prying eyes... or so I thought.

I had given Marina my word: that night I would only watch. But when he kissed her against the wall, I knew I couldn’t stay still in my chair.

Identical down to the last gesture, that night each one seduced her sister’s boyfriend. They never noticed, and the thrill of the deception changed them forever.

I chose her dress myself: white, tight, and with nothing underneath. I wanted her to be the most desired woman at dinner, and I had no idea how far that night would take us.

When he told me he had bargained my price sitting at the bar, I should have been outraged. Instead I felt my cunt quiver imagining the scene.

I had kept that fantasy to myself for years, never even telling my husband. That night, in a house that wasn’t mine, I stopped imagining it and started living it.