Cheating

When he said he wanted to watch, I set the phone on the bedside lamp, turned on the camera, and let him see every second of that night.

There were seven women in that apartment, the wine had done its work, and Camila started talking. None of us expected what she confessed that night.

I hadn’t come to Málaga looking for anything. And yet Mateo showed up with his twenty-eight years and those eyes that make you feel the world owes you something.

When Rodrigo crossed the threshold, Valentina looked at him with the calm of a woman who knew exactly what she had in mind—and that night, neither was innocent.

When she dialed maintenance for the second time that night, she already knew it wasn’t to ask him to clean anything.

As soon as we left the parking lot she slid her hand inside her pants. I drove looking for the first dead-end road I could find.

When I stepped out of the elevator, my thong already soaked and my dress clinging to my sweat, I knew that tequila wouldn’t remain just tequila.

For five years we met every January. She ran the spa, I always booked the same room. Nobody suspected a thing.

I went down to the hotel bar telling myself it was only for a drink. Without panties. With my blouse unbuttoned. Still not knowing whether I chose it or he decided it for me.

I have a gift that lets me know people just by looking into their eyes. That night I used it to destroy a lie.

That week everything was going badly with my partner. My ex seized the first crack, and Diego waited with a photo that left me speechless. The dirtiest weekend of my life.

When the lights came back on, I saw what my husband had between his hands and knew the proposed partner swap hadn’t been spontaneous.

I kissed him for the first time at nineteen, but we couldn’t finish. Eleven years later, I found him at my boyfriend’s club with another woman on his arm.

Marcelo watched from the couch while Rodrigo undressed me slowly. Then my husband wanted to know something I had never told him.

Sofía told me that night her boyfriend was too much for her. I just smiled. For me, that wasn’t a problem—it was an invitation.

Valentina had always been impulsive. But when she brought Camila into our lives, neither of us knew how far we would go.

My husband wanted to watch me with his brother. It took me weeks to admit I wanted it too. Then I rented an apartment with a one-way mirror and planned every detail.

When she told me to kneel, I did. I understood I was no longer her patient, but something entirely different.

We went out looking for an alley and came back with a secret. Some Fridays change you without asking permission.

When I looked down, I saw she was holding the larger condom between her fingers. It wasn’t for me. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave.