Anal

I got off the bike half a block away and slipped in through the back door. From the bedroom came voices I took a moment to recognize.

I slipped in quietly and found him by the window, absorbed in what was happening across the street. My youngest son was no longer a boy, and I saw everything.

I arrived at their apartment at the agreed time. He opened the door in a bathrobe; she came down later, nervous and excited. It would be a long night.

The first time I saw him at that dinner, I knew that man was unlike the others. Months later, I was the one asking him for more.

Diego sent me affectionate messages while I was, inside that jacuzzi, feeling Sergio’s hands on my waist and pushing my ass back against him.

I’d filtered through dozens of profiles before getting to Marcos. Everything I asked for, and the patience that’s never in surplus. But someone always shows up too early.

Alone in the house for the first time in months, I turned on the screen with the vague intention of killing time. No one could imagine what I was about to discover about myself.

When the canvas opened in the middle of the night, we knew what had begun between us was turning into something much bigger.

I didn’t realize what kind of neighborhood I’d wandered into until Valeria stopped in front of the hostel. Then I understood everything—and went in anyway.

I was at the end of my rope. Out of money and out of options, I dialed Rodrigo’s number knowing exactly what it meant to see him again.

Three months without seeing each other, and the moment she stepped off the plane I knew something was going to happen. What I didn’t count on was witnesses on the beach that night.

I put on the black dress and the high heels, and for the first time I wasn’t ashamed of the body I saw in the mirror. That afternoon, he was waiting for me.

Someone was touching me in the dark, with a slowness that had nothing urgent about it. I opened my eyes and Valeria’s voice said: “Are you enjoying that, baby?”

When she came over to me at the bar, I knew that woman was going to do whatever she wanted with me. And I wanted exactly that.

I’d spent years hiding that side of myself, but with her it was different. When she told me she wanted to watch, I knew there was no way I could say no.

I’d been left three weeks earlier. That night I walked into the bar wanting nothing and left knowing I knew nothing about pleasure.

I was forty-six, married, with lovers and a perfectly ordered life. Then I saw him come out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t look away. That was the beginning.

We were naked when the doorbell rang. Camila went to answer, and I dressed in a hurry. What happened next changed everything between us.

Sandra and I found them in the jacuzzi. Pablo was fucking my girl, Lucía, without realizing we had an audience. The night had barely begun.