Couple

Bjarne explained the tradition to us as the fire crackled. Before he even finished speaking, we already knew we were going to say yes.

The fireplace burned, rain hammered the windows, and the two of them looked at me with that mix of curiosity and vertigo that comes just before crossing a line.

We’d been married for three days when Adrián whispered in my ear in a Roman café what was about to happen. I should have said no. I didn’t.

I had been reading the evening news for ten years when an ivory envelope arrived at reception. Inside was an offer only a man like him could make.

We’d spent weeks wanting each other, and that carnival night, with no condom and no bed, everything happened where we least expected it.

I was 48, in a stable marriage, and living a perfect lie. Every week I crossed that door and became another woman. One I never knew existed.

When he told me he was a virgin, I didn’t know whether to laugh or hug him. I chose the second. What came after was inevitable.

Rodrigo looked without hiding it by the hot springs. Sofía had her eyes closed and her long neck exposed to the sun. Claudia saw it and said nothing.

When Roberto’s car disappeared around the bend, Sofía looked at Raquel. They had three hours, two men waiting, and a plan that seemed foolproof.

When I opened the bathroom door and saw Sandra in that little skirt and red-painted lips, I knew the original plan no longer existed.

I was waiting for him at the terminal in the red dress he hated seeing me wear without a bra. I had my period and a desire that nothing would calm except him.

When I broke the red seal on the envelope, I knew my stable life had crossed a line. What I didn’t expect was for my husband to beg me to accept that indecent proposal.

My best friend arrived soaked that night, her eyes red from crying so much. What happened after the third bottle of wine was not in my plans.

Tomás hadn’t touched a woman in a year. My husband knew that when he invited him to dinner. And I put on the red thong knowing what was going to happen.

At two in the morning I got into the pool naked, thinking I was alone. When I heard her steps coming closer, there was nothing left to hide.

Andrés had spent months searching for a way out and found it where he least should have: in his own wife’s body.

Diego knew exactly which button to push. Two years without seeing him, a message at one in the morning, and I was already in a taxi crossing the city.

Rodrigo had promised Valeria that this New Year's Eve would be different. She had no idea just how right he was.

The first time she told me, I thought she was joking. The second time, her hand was already on the back of my neck, pushing me toward where she wanted me to go.

When I told my husband what I wanted for my birthday, he smiled and started making calls. A private casino night changed everything between us.