Strangers

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.

My wife dreamed I was sleeping with another woman while she watched. Days later, at the hotel, that fantasy stopped being a dream.

I told her to go in alone, as if she didn’t know me, and to do whatever she wanted if she found something she liked. I had no idea how far she was willing to go that afternoon.

We were alone in the sand, naked and turned on, when I discovered two young men spying on us from the rocks. Romina just asked if I wanted to keep going.

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.

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.

That night we agreed to do something different. I’d cook, open the door, and watch her enjoy another man. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d enjoy obeying.

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.

I had just enough budget, and my boyfriend offered me his aunt’s house. What I didn’t know was that his cousin would turn that week into something I never told him about.

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.

I only got two photos that morning: her naked facing the sea, and an hour later, an opened condom wrapper. She told me the rest in bed.

There was a week left before my wedding when I sat in the middle of the room and let a stranger convince me to go into that bedroom.

Hide the photos, hide my clothes, hide the webcam, and lock myself in the ironing room: that night my wife would bring home a stranger and I’d be the only witness.

He came to check the boiler and, between sips of coffee, made a proposal neither of them dared say out loud.

My wife noticed how the waiter looked at her while serving tea, and I came up with the most forbidden idea of the whole trip: inviting him up.

We went looking for a new dildo far from home, where no one knew us. What happened in that booth left the toy forgotten on the floor.

At the wedding everyone was looking at her in a way I never had. That night she came up to get me and I passed out drunk. What happened after that I only found out at dawn.