Couple

I went into his room and found him with tears in his eyes. He was about to cancel his girlfriend’s visit out of fear of his first time. I couldn’t leave him like that.

Marcos was a voyeur and had spent years wanting to see her with another man. The afternoon they tried it for the first time, two strangers in a restaurant changed everything.

When I saw the pickup's lights blinking in the parking lot, I knew the family breakfast could wait.

When Roberto pointed out that I was the husband, Mr. Kanamoto smiled for the first time. I understood then that my role that afternoon would not be husband but witness.

I couldn’t tell whether what I felt was jealousy or arousal. Probably both at once, and that frightened me more than anything else.

I never planned to cheat on Esteban. But Diego had something that undid me with every conversation, and by the time he put his hand on my knee while driving, it was too late.

When he pointed the camera for the first time, he told himself it was the last. Six weeks later, he was still filming. And Laura was still smiling on the other side of the lens.

After years of keeping the secret, I blurted it out: my wife slept with other men, and I knew. What I saw in my uncle’s eyes wasn’t judgment, but something darker.

When I saw her cross the terrace with that expression I know by heart, I knew words wouldn’t be enough. Luckily, she had brought her favorite weapon in her bag.

Daniela chose the shortest skirt she owned and walked into the studio like she owned the place. When I stepped out, they didn’t even wait two minutes to begin.

Twenty years old, a virgin, and frozen in the hallway when I saw him through the crack in the door. What happened that night wasn’t what I expected—but it was exactly what I needed.

When the stranger in the seat beside her started staring at her legs, she didn't close them. Neither did I do anything to stop him.

I lowered my face toward her and felt it immediately: a taste that wasn’t hers. I knew what had happened, but I said nothing. I kept going.

Natalia had her legs spread on the table and the doctor was pretending to apply cream. I watched from the corner, motionless, not wanting him to stop.

Lucía and Marcos started fucking in front of us as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I couldn’t even move.

I grabbed the binoculars almost without thinking. When I focused them, she was already looking at me from her window. And instead of closing the curtain, she pulled it all the way open.

When I came out of the shower, she was there in black lingerie with that smile I hadn’t seen in years. That night she had a plan for me I would never have imagined asking for.

After weeks of silence, she called to ask if I was alone. Half an hour later, she was at my door in a floral dress, with something to give me.

I didn’t know how Marcos would react when I told him. But with Andrés only a few feet away at that party, I couldn’t keep quiet for another second.

When she opened the door she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her gaze held a melancholy that hit my chest before we exchanged a single word.