Couple

While Marina was fucking me with the harness, she asked if I would take her as my wife. I said yes between moans. I never thought a proposal could feel like that.

Daniela had told me what turned her on was giving an experience like that to someone who would never expect it. That night in the desert, a trucker was chosen.

She told me she had never gone all the way with anyone. There was something in the way she said it that made me want to be the one to change that.

She had never had a boyfriend, never been with a man. When I took her to my apartment that afternoon, her hands were shaking, but she never let go of me.

The first night I went out with his permission was the last time I needed to ask for it.

I was standing on the other side of the ajar door, seeing what I should never have seen. What I did next changed the way we looked at each other forever.

Nadia squeezed my hand before we went in. I thought: either we get fired or we get married. We came out with a wedding date and an urgent desire to celebrate.

I was always invisible, the girl with glasses nobody noticed. That afternoon at the market, when the oranges rolled away, everything changed all at once.

I was watching her on camera when I called her. She didn’t know I could see her. And yet the two of us ended up doing the same thing at the same time.

I told her I wanted to kiss her right there in the street, no matter who was watching. She threw off the sheets, began touching herself, and stared at me. The shopping could wait.

I stayed alone in the room while she crossed into the one next door. Two hours of waiting, imagining, and listening to the silence of the wall.

She was alone at the water’s edge when he arrived. Ricardo watched them from above, unable to look away. What happened wasn’t meant for anyone else.

We had our last free days before the wedding. Naked at home, drinking mate, planning the ceremony, and reminding each other why we’d chosen one another.

Valentina said she was going grocery shopping. That afternoon, Nicolás canceled his meeting and came home early. Marcos’s jacket was hanging on the coat rack.

We invited him home with a promise of no rules. What happened on that sofa that night shattered everything we thought we knew about us.

I watched him leave on Monday with his suitcase and a dry kiss. That same night, in bed, I knew his absence weighed more than any orgasm.

When I saw Mateo waiting for us at room 412, I understood my husband hadn’t been bragging: this was really going to happen.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

When she saw what was sticking out of that hole in the wall, I knew there was no turning back. My anniversary gift would take us farther than we ever imagined.

I’d spent years imagining that moment. When it finally came, sitting in that armchair while Camila and Diego looked into each other’s eyes, I could barely breathe.