Beach

When I saw him looking at her that way, instead of jealousy I felt something I hadn’t expected. That first day at the resort, we were no longer the same couple who had arrived that morning.

We’d barely had two beers when Valeria took off her sandals and told me it was time to fix the fact that I hadn’t stepped on sand in years. That night I learned a lot of things.

When Roberto’s car disappeared around the bend, Sofía looked at Raquel. They had three hours, two men waiting, and a plan that seemed foolproof.

The air lifted my dress and I did nothing to stop it. I wanted to be seen. I needed to be seen, even if I didn’t quite know why.

When the captain anchored in that deserted cove and Rodrigo opened the second bottle, we all knew the agenda had been officially canceled.

We were drinking wine when she told me, “I never told you everything about Punta del Este.” What followed left me speechless for hours.

The sun burned our naked skin while Damián split me open without mercy, and in the water, a few meters away, my mother discovered that she was hungry too.

Carla came out from between Lucía’s thighs with shining lips, looked at me from the sand, and I knew my quiet afternoon was over for good.

I closed my eyes on the wall and spread my legs a little farther. The wind did the rest. I knew they were watching me, and that was exactly what I wanted.

While they stayed in the water, he proposed what I’d been imagining for a year. I set my beer down on the counter and said yes before I could change my mind.

She had always been shy, but that afternoon on the beach, naked beneath the sun, something awakened in her that I had never seen before.

When Diego placed a hand on her back and introduced her as his wife, Lucía felt that word open a door none of the four would close that night.

We had been friends for twenty years, and that afternoon, leaning on the beach bar counter, we said out loud something neither of us thought we’d ever admit.

She burst out laughing, lowered her voice, and looked at me with that satisfied whore’s smile I already knew. I knew she was going to tell me everything she’d kept hidden.

I had spent two years working for Adrián without crossing a line. That afternoon in the Mediterranean, amid heat and wine, everything changed.

She took off her underwear at the lookout, with the couple down on the beach in the distance. Then she proposed the most exciting bet of his life.

Martín listened in silence while I told him what had happened with my mother’s husband. That night I didn’t sleep, thinking about doing it.

She thought she was alone. She raised her phone, framed her body from below, and waited for the timer. I didn’t look away for a second.

When the first ones came up to the car and she didn’t look away, I knew that night we were going much further than we’d planned.

There were eight of us executives on a sailboat in the sun. The tension had been building in the office for months. When we anchored in that deserted cove in Menorca, there was no turning back.