Couple

We’d been together for ten years and I fantasized about sharing her. When she moved for work, someone else fulfilled that fantasy without my knowing.

Every excuse to cross the room was a calculated provocation. Every touch, a promise of what we’d do when we were finally alone.

He suggested we fuck while looking out at the horizon, with the field all to ourselves and the sunset light falling slowly. I didn’t hesitate for a second.

I had been locked in the cage for three weeks when Valeria invited her friends to dinner. I was going to be the entertainment.

I boarded in Cologne looking for rest. What I found in that group was something I had never known how to ask for before.

I arrived at her parents’ house and saw her in the doorway wearing the short dress that drove me crazy. Nothing underneath. Exactly as I’d asked.

The moment I let my first heel drop under the table, I knew that dinner wouldn’t end with dessert, but with him surrendering in silence while the waitress smiled at us.

Every Friday he took her home, pretending they were just friends. She knew it. So did he. But neither dared say it aloud.

We posted the ad not knowing what to expect. Two weeks later he rang the bell at ten on the dot, no phone or watch, ready to serve.

When I rolled down the window, Laura had already decided that night would have no limits. The strangers outside the car could tell.

When the candle went out, I thought it was my husband touching me. When the light came back, I realized it had all been planned long before that night.

The candle burned out. The darkness was absolute. And then I felt a hand moving up my thigh that wasn't my husband's. It was only a second, but it changed everything.

We were sitting across from each other in the most discreet corner of the restaurant. No one could have imagined what I was doing with my feet beneath that table.

Lucía took my neck with the same calm as always. That night the destination was different: her lover had just been there, and she didn’t need to say anything else.

We’d been seeing each other on camera for four months. That December night, at last, she was in front of me in the flesh, inside a room that smelled like what was about to happen.

Valentina put on the black dress at midnight. Two strangers rang the doorbell. Marcos knew what was going to happen and, even so, opened the door.

We had talked about it for months, as a fantasy. That night it stopped being fantasy. And sitting in that chair, I couldn’t look away for even a second.