Lesbian

I stopped halfway up the stairs. The door was open, and what I saw left me speechless: my wife, on her knees, between my sister’s legs.

We were naked when the doorbell rang. Camila went to answer, and I dressed in a hurry. What happened next changed everything between us.

We were both completely naked, legs crossed, cups in hand, and that was when Sofía asked if I wanted to move in with her.

There were six of us at Rosa’s bar. By three in the morning, the same six of us were still at Valeria’s place, but nobody had any clothes on.

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.

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.

The door to his office was ajar. What I saw when I peeked in did not make me jealous. It made me want something I hadn't expected.

We came home from work, shut the door, and forgot the world. Then Vale’s cousin texted and changed the conversation.

Natalia and I shared a room. That was all. But when we turned out the light and our bodies were inches apart, the plan changed.

We’d been trading looks and brushing against each other at the gym for weeks when Bruno invited me to dinner. I didn’t expect what he’d ask me sitting across from him, with Nadia waiting in the other room.

The living room camera switched on just as she crossed her legs on the sofa. I only had to watch and wait for my turn.

That afternoon at the mansion, my parents made me choose between my privileges and a fantasy I never imagined I’d pay for with my own body.

Nora’s flowers arrived at Carla’s office every Monday. I told myself it was admiration. The night we invited her to dinner, I stopped lying to myself.

The living-room sofa had already seen too much, but nothing like the slow smile with which my sister-in-law waited for me that afternoon while my father-in-law pretended not to notice.

Three weeks after discovering the hidden monitors in my father-in-law’s office, the screen flickered on by itself, just as he was already behind his daughter.

On December 23, while she cooked with her back to me, I changed in silence. When I said “oh, oh, oh,” she froze. The rest of the night was ours.

Valen rested her hand on my thigh halfway down the highway. We’d been driving forty minutes and both of us already knew how the day would end.

She had been sad for days since her boyfriend left her. I sat beside her on the sofa with no clear intention. But she rested her head on my shoulder and everything changed.

Laura carried her anger in her skin, and I knew exactly how to help her let it go. That night in the apartment was unlike any other.

I went to change my shoes and ended up spying on the owners of the estate. The next morning, their daughter and mother made sure I took part too.