Seduction

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 away to unwind, and ended up in the bed of two strangers. None of the four hands knew anymore which body belonged to whom.

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 over laughter and drinks without daring to try. That night, someone wrote our names on slips of paper, and everyone 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.

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

She kissed my neck, looked me in the eye, and let out the sentence 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 glass was emptied 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.

I asked her not to wear anything beneath the green dress. I never imagined 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 had just met. Three hours later, in their living room, a deck 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 talked for weeks by message, but nothing prepared me to have them both before me by the sea, with all the rules ready to be broken.