Couple

She arrived in the living room in a black dress and a smile that knew exactly what it was doing. My wife looked at her the way I did. All three of us knew the afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.

Martín listened in silence while I told him what had happened with my mother’s husband. That night I didn’t sleep, thinking about doing it.

We had been trying to have a child for two years without success. When the doctor confirmed what I suspected, I made a decision I still struggle to explain.

They had promised it would never happen again. But when Marcos crossed the room and their eyes met, the promise lasted exactly three seconds.

He was my best friend’s boyfriend: hot, shy, religious. Too perfect for me not to do something about it.

I had my suitcases in the hall and the taxi booked for six. Then the doorbell rang, and I found him on the other side with his phone in his hand.

They had planned it for weeks. The dark room, the ropes, and Vera waiting for them with that smile promising nothing easy or safe.

Rodrigo had arranged everything in secret: the suite, the candles, Marcos waiting on the sofa. He only asked if I was ready before opening the door.

When Laura read my message, she canceled all her plans. I didn’t need to say much more: two words were enough to set everything between us on fire.

It wasn’t that I lacked anything. It was that I never realized what I wanted until that boy looked at me like I was the only thing in the world.

When the two neighbors from downstairs knocked on my door with a bottle of wine, I’d been alone in the house for ten days with a body in a state that was anything but calm.

We posted the ad out of curiosity. Two weeks later, a young guy was in our living room, trembling, about to put on a black lace dress.

The invitation was for dinner. What no one said out loud is that the three of us wanted the night to end in something more.

It wasn’t the first time Camila had called late, but that night something in her voice was different. I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

They had spent their whole lives being the responsible mothers. That night, in a house smelling of salt and wine, they decided to stop.

Five thirty. The dark hallway. I went to wake her, and what I heard behind that door left me breathless for fifteen minutes.

We left the café saying we were going out for some air, but when he took my hand and led me among the trees, I already knew how the night would end.

When the first ones came up to the car and she didn’t look away, I knew that night we were going much further than we’d planned.

I got naked in my in-laws’ pool at two in the morning. Ten minutes of silence and freedom. Then I heard a door open.

When he closed the door with his suitcase, we were left alone. The sex was still there, intense and familiar, but something was missing. Something only he brought.