CarolinaNorte

She had been with Rodrigo for two years and told herself it was only a drink with a coworker. When she stepped into Lautaro’s apartment, she knew there was no going back.

I’d spent two months pretending to go to the office while really wandering aimlessly around Barcelona. That night I dialed the only number that could save me.

Twenty years married, and each hid a secret of their own: him in strangers’ bathrooms, me not yet knowing what the yoga woman was about to awaken in me.

The old neighbor gave me the betrayal photo before I said goodbye. I could only think about Sofía’s door and whether she’d let me back into her house.

My boyfriend introduced me as his friend to his entire family. His uncle noticed and slipped me a note with his number and one word written on it: «later».

My boyfriend used to call the electrician who fixed the wiring “Mustache.” That afternoon, when everyone left, I was the one who asked him for forgiveness in the living room.

When I looked up from the sofa, Bruno and Damián were standing in front of me with their cocks out. I didn’t make it to the door.

When we got there that night, my wife was already wearing the plug. What we didn’t expect was to run into a nineteen-year-old who would change the routine.

I got out of the taxi without looking back. It was eleven at night, my wife was still screaming my name from the landing, and I only wanted to disappear from the world.

I heard it through the ajar door: the laborer was fucking the secretary in the storeroom. That afternoon I went back to the office for more than documents.

Soaked clothes clung to their bodies, rain hammered the barn roof, and they had no excuse left to keep their distance. That was how their affair began.

I close my eyes and she appears: tall, dark, with a cock I never expected to find—and now can’t get out of my head.

I never liked him. Never commented. I just read his texts at midnight and wondered if he was thinking of someone like me too.

When the candle went out, I thought it was my husband touching me. When the light came back, I realized it had all been planned long before that night.

It started as a night of pizza and fernet. It ended with each girl confessing the dirtiest erotic fantasy she’d ever said out loud.