Seduction

“Come at eleven to the north area of the parking lot. No words.” An anonymous note, a nun’s mask, and a woman who may not have been his waiting against the car.

When Marina led them to the sofa and told them to start nice and slow, I knew that dinner with the gym couple would not end like any other night.

We arrived nervous, under the pretext of having a few drinks. Half an hour later, all four of us were naked in the pool, and nobody was talking about leaving early.

It took me weeks to convince him, but the night Damián arrived with a bottle of cava, I understood my husband had wanted the same thing as me for a long time.

They’d come looking for action and the club was dead. Until a shy couple showed up, not knowing what they’d walked into.

Every morning they left together for surf class and came back too close. I only watched, until one night on the porch I stopped wanting to look away.

When Sonia closed the cabin door and my wife stepped into the one across the hall, I knew that night would cross a line with no turning back.

I mentioned a threesome to shut him up, convinced he’d back off. Instead, Adrián turned my bluff into a mission—and I began trembling whenever he brought it up.

I put on the blue dress Nadia chose for me, with nothing underneath, and went up on deck knowing that night I wouldn’t leave a single line uncrossed.

I love my wife and know she loves me. That’s why I never understood why seeing her surrender to another man became the fantasy I couldn’t get out of my head.

We wandered disguised as monks when the forest spat us out in front of an inn of generous flesh and bottomless wine; what happened inside could not be confessed as penance.

The moment I closed the door, a red-haired silhouette threw herself around my neck and kissed me like time had never passed. The welcome had only just begun.

I agreed for him, because it was his fantasy. But when both of their hands ran over me at once, it stopped being only his and became mine.

I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.

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 getting into another man’s car while my husband waited in 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 told Ingrid how an Austrian photographed me naked on the beach, never imagining the story would lead us to live it together.