Couple

The man put his hand on Lucía’s skirt and she didn’t move. I was crushed among bodies and what I felt was not what I expected from myself.

I hadn’t seen her in months. When I saw her at the restaurant entrance with her round belly and those dark eyes, I knew I still wanted her as much as before, maybe more.

Marcos said it without beating around the bush in that café: he wanted to leave everything and be with Valeria. What happened last night was too real to pretend it didn’t.

When I asked her to open her legs a little and the guy in the back couldn’t stop staring, I knew that fantasy was only the beginning.

We came home from work, shut the door, and forgot the world. Then Vale’s cousin texted and changed the conversation.

Rodrigo knew stealing his own son’s wife was unforgivable. But when Valentina first looked him in the eye, he understood there was no turning back.

I asked her to wear the shortest skirt she owned and wait for the delivery driver. I hid behind the sofa. What happened went beyond anything we'd imagined.

When Valeria asked, “When do we start?” with that smile, I knew the night would have no turning back. And I no longer wanted it to.

I spent the night unable to sleep, phone in hand, waiting for her call. I had staked everything on that letter, and I didn’t know if I had lost it all.

Rebeca started dancing in the middle of the living room and I stopped thinking about dinner. Marcos watched us from the sofa, his eyes burning.

I knew them from when I dated their daughter. Years later I ran into them on the coast, and something in Valeria’s eyes told me that summer would be different.

Matías was burying himself in me slowly while I tried not to make a sound. Then I heard the door open and knew she’d come back earlier than expected.

Every time she squeezed my hand, I understood it: she was crossing and uncrossing her legs so he could see everything.

When he told her to scrub the floor on her knees, she hadn’t done anything wrong. That was the test: obey without punishment, prove that his hand was the only measure.

My husband had whispered it to me so many times in bed that it no longer sounded like a fantasy. That night, the professor walked through the door and it all became real.

That night, while I was stroking him in bed, he stopped me and asked me to tell him what the other man was like. I never imagined my confession would change our bed.

I turned off the light, locked the door, and for the first time let myself fantasize without censorship. What I discovered that night changed the way I look in the mirror.

Nora’s flowers arrived at Carla’s office every Monday. I told myself it was admiration. The night we invited her to dinner, I stopped lying to myself.

When I whispered in his ear what I’d been imagining for months, his silence lasted seconds. Then he smiled. And I knew that night we were crossing every line.

When I saw the message in my inbox, I had no idea that saying yes would lead me to an afternoon with two strangers in the park and the most intense night of my life.