Bisexual

When lockdown was lifted, I’d been holding out for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three at once.

I woke with one fixed idea between my legs and a name on my tongue. That morning, all of Pamplona smelled like sex to me, and I only wanted to find her.

We thought we were alone in the hidden cove, until I noticed those three wouldn’t take their eyes off us. And we didn’t mind looking back.

I’d been watching her out of the corner of my eye on the stairs for weeks. The afternoon I came home and found her on my sofa, I learned desire doesn’t care about labels.

We’d spent years summering together, seeing each other topless without thinking anything of it. Until that first day at the beach, when her hand slipped inside my bikini and everything changed.

When Lorena let her dress fall to the floor and stood naked in front of all four of us, I knew that night we weren’t going to set any limits.

I did my makeup, chose the tightest black dress, and went down to the restaurant knowing that night with the other couple wouldn’t end at the table.

A burst pipe forced the men to sleep together. Toni on one side, me on the other, and between us, Sergio... who wasn’t sleeping quite as soundly as we thought.

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.

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.

Forty minutes earlier my hands were shaking. Now I’m holding the harness, and for the first time in eighteen years, I’m the one deciding what happens in this room.

Rubén filled the coffee maker while, on the other side of the window, our women stopped pretending. Neither of us looked away, and then his hand found mine.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the pleasure and saw her leaning against the doorframe, watching us. She said nothing. She just slid a hand inside her shorts.

I was seventeen and had a girlfriend who was crazy about another guy. It took me a year to realize that betrayal didn’t hurt me —it excited me.

I thought she’d laugh at me, that she’d say I was crazy. But when I led her by the wrist to the half-open door, my sister could no longer look away.

We’d spent months fucking under the rule that he was straight. That night, with my plan on hold, he looked at me in silence and I knew something was about to break.

I arrived thinking we’d drink beer and celebrate his promotion. Carla opened the door in a tiny skirt and a sheer blouse. Damián still hadn’t arrived.

I never imagined that agreeing to partner swapping would end up revealing a secret my husband had kept since school.

I texted “Want to play?” from my fitting room. Five seconds later I slipped into hers, ready to make her come in silence before the saleswoman noticed.

I’d known Esteban for years, but that stifling afternoon I discovered his house held a secret that would change our friendship forever.