Couple

I closed my eyes thinking I was alone. When I felt the shadow at the door, it was already too late to pretend I wasn’t thinking about him.

I agreed to my husband’s fantasy on one condition: I chose how, where, and with whom. What he didn’t know is that I already had someone in mind.

I asked her to put on the shortest shorts she owned. I wanted to see how the workers looked at her as she walked by, and how she endured the whole day in that outfit.

I had spent years practicing with my fingers and toys, but none of them prepared me for the first time I felt another man breathing on my neck and pushing in patiently.

She’d spent the whole dinner without panties, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. When she saw the empty alley, she lifted the red skirt slightly and pressed herself against the wall without saying a word.

At ten, my mother understood who I was before I did. Twenty years later, I finally recognize the woman I’ve always been.

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.

In the elevator he brushed my arm like it was nothing and smelled like expensive cologne. That same night, while I got dressed in the dark, I was already planning how to leave Tomás.

I’d booked the place for our anniversary, but she beat me to it: the hostel was the headquarters of a private club, and that night the red button was beside the bed.

After twenty-eight years of quiet marriage, one hidden photo was enough for Carmen to obsess over what her little brother was hiding.

He came back from the pool hall with that crooked smile and a story about my brother he shouldn’t have told me. That night I learned how far he could push me.

I’d spent years receiving messages with no substance, until a young couple wrote asking for something specific: for me to take control of them both for an entire afternoon.

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.

I drove two hours to a stone house in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t know that night I’d stop being just a guest and become their fantasy.

Her hand slid up my thigh while I was driving. “They say people in those areas don’t stop to stretch their legs,” she whispered. And I knew this time she meant it.

Iván rented the house by the sea to surprise Marina. What he didn’t tell her is that that night his best-kept secret would sit down on the sofa between them.

I arrived with two bottles of champagne to break the ice, but it was Marina who took control from the very first kiss and made it clear she was in charge that night.

The other side of the bed was untouched and, on the fruit bowl, an envelope with my name and my husband’s square handwriting.

She was the one who suggested it, in a whisper one random dawn: she wanted me to hold the camera while another man made her his. I said yes without knowing what I was becoming.

She was so nervous she could barely meet my eyes. He wanted to try me for the first time. All I had to do was take care of them until they stopped being afraid.