Lingerie

Matías was burying himself in me slowly while I tried not to make a sound. Then I heard the door open and knew she’d come back earlier than expected.

Every time she squeezed my hand, I understood it: she was crossing and uncrossing her legs so he could see everything.

I was wearing my mother-in-law’s black lingerie when the door opened. Behind Lucía wasn’t just Patricia. My mother was there too.

They came down to the kitchen with serious looks on their faces. I thought it was over. What they said next turned that night into something none of us could undo.

The Saturday the house was empty, my mother-in-law came into the kitchen barefoot, wearing lingerie that wasn’t for her husband, and smiled like she already knew the ending.

The dress was French-blue voile, almost transparent. My father was in front of me. My husband to the left. And the French guest still didn’t understand what was going to happen that night.

I went up to the hotel wearing a red lace set under the dress he still hadn’t seen. We’d been waiting seven months for that moment.

Alone at home, wearing a thong and red lipstick, I looked in the mirror and felt no shame. I felt something far more interesting.

She wore fishnet stockings and a black skirt. I stood two meters away playing the stranger while he devoured her with his eyes from the floor.

I had waited months for that Saturday. High heels, lace lingerie, the estate all to myself. No one was supposed to see me. Then Roberto from the estate across the way arrived.

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.

I showed up in lace and high heels expecting Héctor. Diego opened the door with an ironic smile and I couldn’t get a single word out. But the heels changed everything.

The bet was simple: the boldest costume wins. What Sonia didn’t expect was for Vera to walk out of her room wearing nothing but a bow and a smile.

The package arrived on a Tuesday without warning. Inside, three bikinis he’d chosen himself. The note said: “Try them on this afternoon. Two photos of each. Don’t improvise the angles.”

I was about to close the app when the tap came in. Three hundred meters. Close. Too close to ignore on a Sunday with no plans.

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.

The cheerleader uniform, five players, and too much beer. That night I lost something I thought mattered and discovered it didn’t matter that much.

I met her on an internet forum. When she confessed she was a virgin at her age, I knew that visit would be something we’d both remember forever.

I was naked when I heard the music. I turned and there was Sofía, kneeling with a little box in her hands and tears in her eyes.

Nadia squeezed my hand before we went in. I thought: either we get fired or we get married. We came out with a wedding date and an urgent desire to celebrate.