Bisexual

I was alone, the heat was unbearable, and lukewarm water was running over my skin. Then I got an idea I’d been imagining for months and had never had the nerve to try.

I rarely send photos: it’s dangerous. But that boy gave me confidence, and between black stockings and midnight messages I became the star of his hottest fantasy.

When I took off my bikini top in front of Carolina, her face changed. And then I knew I wasn’t leaving the beach that afternoon as just her friend.

By day, I seemed like the most innocent of all. By night, behind a closed door, I discovered a version of myself no one would ever have imagined.

In the drinks line she asked to smell my perfume. When she leaned in against my neck, I understood that night’s concert would end somewhere other than my home.

When I felt his erection pressed against my ass, I knew I wasn’t going to move. And I knew, too, that at the next station, we were both getting off.

I spread a towel over the bed just in case, opened my legs, and followed the video’s instructions. Half an hour later I understood my body kept a secret.

I reached the entrance not knowing if I’d have the courage to go up. My name is Esteban, I’m 48, and upstairs a couple I only knew by messages was waiting for me.

At four in the morning, alone in the bakery, he discovered that the divorce had awakened not his usual desires, but new ones, with a neighbor’s name.

When the landline rang that afternoon, I never imagined the call would take me to a downtown hotel, to two men wanting me, and to a version of myself I didn’t know.

No one imagined that an empty vodka bottle spinning on a living-room rug would be enough to erase every line separating three couples.

My sex life had become predictable, so that night I texted my fuck buddy a proposal neither of us could have imagined where it would lead.

She took my hand on the kitchen table, looked at me hard, and said what she’d been thinking for weeks. I only managed to stand up and pace in circles.

I thought it was just dinner with old friends. I had no idea the secret my husband had kept since school would end with the three of us in the same bed.

I’ve spent half my life going up into the mountains alone, but that October morning I came back down with more than a basket full. This really happened, and I still can’t believe it.

I asked for the phone and started recording. I wanted them to remember that night every time they looked at the screen, far more than their wedding video.

I saw him again in the wine aisle and my stomach flipped. Thirty years without hearing from him, and suddenly an invitation to the bar changed everything.

My wife had already chosen her next conquest. What neither of us imagined was that the ending would start with me, alone with him, under the hot water of the locker room.