Desire

I blurted out the threesome to shut him up, convinced he’d back off. Instead, Adrián turned my bluff into a mission, and I started shaking every time he mentioned it.

I put on the blue dress Nadia chose for me, with nothing underneath, and went up on deck knowing that night I wouldn’t leave a single line uncrossed.

We were four in one tent, two couples who barely knew each other, and it only took one touch in the dark for none of us to want to keep pretending to sleep.

I love my wife and I know she loves me. So I never understood why the idea of seeing her surrender to another man became the fantasy I couldn't get out of my head.

Marina accepted the invitation knowing what she was exposing herself to. What she couldn’t have imagined was that a simple massage with sunscreen would end up breaking every rule she had.

Her husband only had eyes for the other woman’s cleavage. Marina and I looked at each other from the far end of the living room and, without saying a word, we’d already said everything.

Mariana adjusted the straps in front of the mirror while Esteban smiled from the sofa. That night he had invited someone else, and he wasn’t planning to tell her yet.

It began as a game of words in bed. It ended with me climbing into another man’s car while my husband waited inside the casino knowing everything.

I came to that dinner expecting a glass of wine and an escape to the countryside afterward. I ended up kneeling in front of a stranger while my lover watched.

We were tousled and makeup-free when Daniela reminded me of that time. I didn’t imagine that, before nightfall, they’d be watching us from the half-open door.

For years we mentioned it with laughter and wine, never daring to do it. That night someone wrote our names on slips of paper and we all stopped talking.

When Marina took off her last piece of clothing in the warm water, the four of us knew that night no one would be sleeping on their own side of the bed.

The guest bathroom was occupied, so I walked into the bedroom without thinking. Damián was there, alone, looking at me like someone who’d been waiting for that moment for weeks.

She kissed my neck, looked me in the eye, and let out the line she’d been holding back for weeks. It wasn’t a question: it was an invitation to break every rule.

While I spread on the sunscreen, she moved her hips slowly against the sand. I could only think about how to convince her to cross into the other hotel.

We shared a table with a couple we’d just met. Three hours later, in their living room, a box of red cards erased every line we thought we had.

“The decision is yours, you decide.” I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head all week, while my body had already decided for me.

We had been texting for weeks, but nothing prepared me to have both of them in front of the sea, with every rule ready to be broken.

They had never met in person, only photos and messages charged with desire. But she was coming to his city, and this time fantasy threatened to become real.

She came home with news that would change the rules between us: a brand wanted to photograph her in lingerie, and the idea excited her far more than I expected.