Cheating

We were lying there naked, still smelling like what we’d just done, when Sofía told me she had something to confess. Something about Elena. Something that would change how I saw her forever.

Diego looked at me before turning off the engine. We both knew what it meant if I invited him up. Even so, I opened the car door.

The first time I saw her, her husband was in the next room. The second, her lips were on me. I couldn’t think about another woman for weeks.

I’d spent years filling her head with the idea, until a trip to the beach gave us the perfect setting. What I didn’t expect was the name she would say.

I thought it was a dildo. When she removed the blindfold and I saw the mirror, I understood she’d been preparing me for something very different.

My boss introduced him with a laugh, like it was an inside joke. Seven days later, that man had me bent over my own desk.

I went to the shoeshine stand to have my shoes polished and read comics. Neither of us imagined what he would end up keeping in his shirt pocket—or how far we’d go.

We shared a room to save money. I was married, a father of two. Then came that night at the hotel when he decided we were going to be something else.

I went into the doctor's office because of abdominal pain. I left with a number saved in my phone and a question I'd avoided answering for years.

My mouth was full of him when I heard the door. Then she appeared, with that half-smile that always knew how to say everything to me without opening her mouth.

Three months trading messages with a married stranger, until that afternoon at the mall when we knew we could no longer keep it online.

She only came to drop off some papers. When she sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, I knew the problem was going to be mine, not hers.

I remember every name, every room, and every kiss. But she looks at me as if I invented everyone I spent the night with.

When she came into the shower, she said nothing. She only pressed her nipples against my back and whispered for me to let her take control. My wife was thousands of miles away, with another man.

That afternoon I wasn’t looking for love or explanations; I wanted two different bodies in the same motel room and the certainty that no one would ever know.

That afternoon, while my sister-in-law told me in lavish detail what my brother did to her in bed, I felt a heat between my legs I couldn’t explain.

My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.

Sandra took off her thong in the bar bathroom and put it in my hand. Wet, warm. I knew then there would be no turning back.

She opened the door in a dress that left nothing to the imagination. I knew that dinner wouldn’t be like the others, but I couldn’t imagine how far we’d go.

I was cleaning the offices in the hallway when I found her alone, with an open neckline and a tense neck. I offered her a massage. Neither of us thought we’d go that far.