Anal

That morning Rodrigo closed his office door and pulled out a small gold bag. Inside was something that would change the office mornings forever.

I had spent months exchanging messages with him, unsure whether I would dare. Then the day came, and I climbed into the taxi with trembling hands and stockings in my backpack.

Rodrigo went pale and pulled the phone away. I knew exactly what had happened before he even opened his mouth to explain.

We had spent the morning joking among the five of us, with that tension nobody names. When they started touching each other, it was obvious the afternoon was going to last a long time.

I saw him on the harbor terrace: tall, bearded, broad-shouldered. Marcos glanced at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

When I was left alone with Marcos, the lifelong neighbor, something shifted between us. He came closer slowly and kissed me without asking permission or forgiveness.

Three months alone in Singapore for work, a free Saturday, and a masseur who didn’t ask too many questions. That’s how the afternoon I never planned began.

When I told him I could call someone to keep him company, he went out to buy cigarettes. Thirty minutes later, Sofía came down the stairs in heels.

I had never done it. Never let anyone in there before. That afternoon in the booths, a stranger with hand cream changed everything.

Diego looked at me before turning off the engine. We both knew what it meant if I invited him up. Even so, I opened the car door.

He was big, calloused, with hands that did the heavy work without ever complaining. He wasn’t the man I would have imagined. But that snowy afternoon, something broke.

I had never gone out dressed for the street before. That Friday I decided it was time: miniskirt, heels, and the year’s most crowded subway car. What happened surpassed anything I had imagined.

When Mariana asked for my help, I knew the secret I’d hidden for years was about to come to light in front of three people I barely knew.

Opening the door that night was the hardest decision of my life. Behind it stood a tall, smiling man, ready to take what I could no longer give my wife.

I spent six months waiting for him on the same corner. One night in an empty house was enough for him to stop waiting for me.

I went to the clinic for a simple backache, never suspecting that the company doctor had a kind of treatment that appears in no medical manual.

Under her tight panties there was a bulge I couldn’t stop staring at. And he noticed. That afternoon I discovered something I could no longer pretend to ignore.

All I meant to do that night was eat light and sleep. Then he came in with the tray, looked at my underwear, and said the line that changed everything.

I’d spent years hiding a part of myself. The night I told her, I never imagined she’d end up asking if we’d do it together with several men.

I thought I was just going to meet an older woman. When I understood what they really wanted from me, I was already naked in her room and there was no turning back.