Couple

The moment she saw herself in the mirror wearing the dress, she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk five peaceful yards without people following her.

We’d spent two nights watching without touching. On the third, as two couples mixed one meter from us, my girlfriend squeezed my arm and whispered something to me.

I thought Sonia was the past. Until I saw her getting out of that car with a stroller, and realized nothing had ended the way I thought.

We’d been married ten years and I thought I knew her well. One night in a motel, she confessed what she’d always wanted, and I decided to give it to her.

When I saw the chair prepared with that enormous object sticking out of the seat, I knew the night would not be a normal dinner.

The proposal came with the third drink: each night, one of the four would be in charge in the other couple’s room. They said we’d start that very night.

When she sent me the photo from the fitting room wearing lingerie, I closed it without replying. She saw that. That was how it all began.

I had five university students who paid well and started missing class. The solution came when my wife walked into the study and they all forgot their derivatives.

When we got to Pablo and Vera’s place, the champagne was already cold. I tried to act calm. My body had been betraying me for weeks every time he brought it up.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

Valeria called to tell me her husband wanted a threesome. I hung up thinking it was her problem. That night I was in her living room, beer in hand and my heart racing.

That night the three of us wore light clothes in front of the TV. I tried to hide what they were doing to me just by looking at them.

Marcos set the bottle on the bar and said out loud what the two of them had been keeping silent for days. The bartender pretended not to hear.

I’d spent months thinking about her, about her feet, about her mouth. The Halloween party gave us the night we’d both wanted without saying it out loud.

I ran out in my nightgown, naked underneath, with the vibrator in my hand. The door clicked shut, and I knew I was locked out. Someone was already in the hall.

I always trained alone, in silence, never looking at anyone. He’d been watching me for three months, and I found out when it was already too late to walk away.

We never talked about it, never discussed it. He came in her and turned his head toward me. That was enough to know what I was supposed to do.

Four weeks watching her move between the tables, wanting what I didn’t dare name. After that, nothing was ever the same.

Sofía had been wearing that mischievous look for weeks. When she suggested a stranger watch her touch herself on camera while I observed in silence, I said yes without hesitation.

I’d been counting the hours for seven days. When I saw him come through the airport doors, I barely cared that I was on my period: that night, I wasn’t waiting for anything.