GolosoAndres

She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.

Iván and Lucía were the new ones in the building, the youngest, the ones still learning. That night we showed them that in our group, nobody was left wanting.

I arrived at that apartment thinking about a glass of wine and a conversation. I had no idea that afternoon would end with me giving myself to three men at once.

I thought it would just be another photo shoot. I had no idea the three of them would end up touching me at once—or that I’d let myself go without thinking of my husband.

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

Nadia knelt in front of the glass wall knowing the neighbors in the garden next door wouldn’t miss a thing. And that was only the first afternoon.

She was naked doing yoga in front of the camper, oblivious to everything. When she opened her eyes and held out her hand, I knew we wouldn’t be going home the same that morning.

“It’s going to be shopping with a happy ending,” she told me with that smile that wasn’t innocent. I never imagined we’d end up in a hedge maze with another couple.

I’d spent a year listening to her describe who touched her while I only watched. That New Year’s Eve, with a glass in her hand, she whispered in my ear that this time I wouldn’t be left out.

The plan was perfect: in my friend’s costume, my wife would never know the stranger dancing with her among the masks was me.

We had arranged to be five that summer afternoon. At seven the phone rang, one of us wasn’t coming, and yet we still opened the door to two strangers.

I had kept that fantasy to myself for years, never even telling my husband. That night, in a house that wasn’t mine, I stopped imagining it and started living it.

I told my husband we were only going out for drinks with another couple. What I’d really been planning all week was what ended up happening in that apartment.

I knew that trip would change something between us, but I never imagined how far my wife would go once another man started giving her orders.

They were newlyweds and asked us to show them what we knew. My husband and I looked at each other: that night was going to be very long.

The guest bathroom was occupied, so I walked into the bedroom without thinking. Damián was there, alone, looking at me like someone who’d been waiting for that moment for weeks.

When she came out of the bathroom with her robe tied carelessly and her nipples pressing against the fabric, I knew I could never look at her as just the cousin from summer beach trips again.