Seduction

When she pulled me into the dark alley and kissed me against the wall, I knew the trip I’d won at the office wasn’t going to be what I expected.

I did my makeup, chose the tightest black dress, and went down to the restaurant knowing that night with the other couple wouldn’t end at the table.

They liked us, we liked them, and the warm water did the rest. What came after none of the four of us had fully planned.

When we created the profile, we weren’t looking for blind sex, but for someone who understood us. Diego and Valeria wrote to us one night, and everything changed.

I fell asleep in my underwear thinking how fun the party had been. Renata got under the sheets, and her hand didn’t seek my waist: it sought something else.

I turned off the garden lights with one button and, when the hot water was the only witness left, I untied her bikini string in front of the other couple.

“And you don’t mind that she’s got a cock?” her cousin asked before introducing her to me. I said I wanted to get to know her first. That same night I ended up on my knees at her feet.

Bayron put the necklace on my bare skin, and I knew that work visit wasn’t ending in the office—it was ending in his room.

I had twenty minutes before logging on to my husband’s party. Tomás closed the hotel door, and I knew that night I’d congratulate my husband with another woman’s voice.

I woke up with my head about to explode. Beside me slept a woman who wasn’t just my wife, and I couldn’t remember a thing about how I got there.

Renata had broken up with his son, but she kept showing up at the house. And on that hot afternoon, with the pool and a borrowed bikini, Tomás knew he couldn’t look away.

I stepped off the steamer with a soaked blouse and my head full of other people’s bodies. None of the women on the dock prepared me for what happened that night at the hotel.

I heard her arguing with her husband through the courtyard. That night she came to my door with a flimsy excuse and her robe half-open. I had no idea what was coming.

I asked for just one thing for the last night: to dance. What happened after that, in the cabin at the end of the corridor, I told no one.

Chiara pedaled right behind him on every climb, and every stop in the shade was a new excuse to get closer than necessary.

When the thunder started shaking the building, I knew she’d be pounding on my door. What I never imagined was that she’d end up in my bed that night.

I walked into the suite expecting a frightened woman. I never imagined what was hiding under that long skirt, or how eagerly she meant to show me.

I accepted the dare without suspecting that the fifth photo would lead me to a deserted cove, facing a stranger stretched out under the last ray of sunlight.

Renata spent her week signing off on balance sheets and dreaming of being treated without tenderness. The trucker from the chat offered her fifteen days on the road, and she invented a course to disappear.

The email wasn’t a question, it was a challenge: a photo, a woman who beat time, and a husband ready to hand her over. All that was left was for her to say yes.