Couple

The couples' game began as an innocent bet by the pool. By nightfall, none of them could quite remember where one body ended and the next began.

I saw him for the first time across the pool while Marcos signed papers. Something in the way he looked at me told me that night would not end like the others.

I drew back the curtain without making a sound. Sofía was turned away, water running down her shoulders, not knowing what was about to happen to her.

We made a game under the blanket to see if he could guess what underwear I was wearing. I never imagined that bet would end with him on top of me in the hotel room.

The gym owner asked her to take all her clothes off. I nodded calmly and waited. What happened next was better than any fantasy.

I had been in love with Andrés for months when he told me his ex was coming to dinner. I never imagined that night would end with the two of us proclaiming him our king.

When I came back from the kitchen and saw Marco’s hand on Rodrigo’s thigh, I felt a jealousy I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to smother or feed.

We arrived not knowing what awaited us. We left changed. An estate, seven men, and a stranger who decided I would be his that night.

Natalia had never slept in the same room with me. That night in Cartagena I discovered she didn’t mind being naked in front of me either.

We went from client and prostitute to something with no name. On that beach vacation, she broke the taboos she had carried all her life.

Laura woke with a heavy body and an odd silence in the apartment. The other bedroom door was ajar. The beds were empty.

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.