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The steam came out with her wrapped in a tiny towel, and for the first time in months I felt like picking up a brush. What came next should never have happened.

When my husband left me alone with his father at the country house, I knew that slow smile wasn’t innocent. And I had too much to hide.

She was on her sofa, her skirt hiked up and her cunt wet, and all she had to do was say one sentence for me not to leave her there, waiting for her husband.

The taxi disappeared in the dust and, on the porch, the grandparents waited with open arms. No one imagined that welcome embrace would change everything.

There are confessions that get stuck in your throat. This is one of them, and I’m telling it exactly as it happened: shamelessly, uncensored, and with a huge smile.

I was fifteen, had a free period, and my boyfriend’s house was empty. What happened that afternoon I still remember in every detail.

I’m not looking for love or promises. That afternoon I saw him cross the square and knew exactly what I wanted to ask, though I’d never dared go that far before.

The music vibrated through my body, his eyes never left me, and I knew that night I was going to do something I’d never regret.

When I opened my Epiphany gift and saw a voucher for a massage with Pilar, I laughed. I had no idea my wife had spent months planning exactly what would happen.

When I felt my sleeping son’s body pressed against my back that dawn, I did not move away. Something older than me chose for me, and I knew I no longer wanted to stop it.

I went downstairs for a glass of water at three in the morning. What I found there, with the house silent, should never have happened.

With mascara running from my tears, she took my hand and led me upstairs, determined that what we felt would no longer be a secret.

I was nineteen, with a girlfriend who was crazy about another man. It took me a year to understand that her betrayal, far from hurting me, was what turned me on most.

We grew up sharing secrets beneath the stars. The night his father left for work, I discovered the boy I played with had become something else.

I’d never done it with anyone. And the first person who entered me wasn’t my boyfriend, but his father, one afternoon when the house was empty and I couldn’t say no.

Her boyfriend smiled at us and said love wasn’t exclusive. That same afternoon Marisol came up to the hotel room with us.

I’d only been in the alley for a month when I was put in charge of the punch with house 207. I didn’t expect the woman who opened the door and her husband to change my idea of desire that very night.

When I saw her get off the bus with the pink backpack over her shoulder, I understood that she had already made up her mind—and that I was only going to play my part.

My husband couldn’t stand seeing me like that, cut off from my own body. He asked the gynecologist for help. What he prescribed that night changed everything between the three of us.

Four days remained until my father returned. Four nights to decide how to tell him his wife was sleeping in my arms in his own bed.