Masturbation

I woke up naked beside a man who wasn’t my husband and, for the first time in years, I felt completely desired. He still wasn’t done with me.

I came out of the bathroom and found her on her knees in front of him. Instead of stopping him, I sat in the chair across from them and decided to watch it to the end.

Adrián called us asking for a favor, but the real surprise began in our hotel room, long before the six-person dinner he had planned.

Damn the hour I opened my mouth. It was only a thought said out loud, but my wife already had the other woman’s phone number in her hand and a smile I’d never seen before.

I thought it was just a joke between the sheets, until she said our youngest friend’s name and confessed she really wanted him.

I came to therapy in pieces. The only way to understand how I lost him was to go back to that night when I was completely his, not knowing it would be the last.

A photograph pinned to the studio wall was enough to make the professor understand he could never look at her like a student again.

I never answer the phone at three in the morning, but that night I knew it was him, and what he had to confess about my wife and the old man upstairs could not wait until morning.

I’d never cheated on my husband in eighteen years. One screen, one bold stranger, and one empty afternoon were enough to make all of that stop mattering.

I told him I wouldn’t touch him, that he should only look. But every folder he opened on the screen pushed me a little closer to crossing the line we’d been skirting for months.

When he stayed to practice a few poses, I could feel him looking at me. I hadn’t had a partner in months, and my body had decided for me long before my head did.

She had never been in a sex shop, she told me. We went into a booth together, and amid the moans on the screen, she asked me for something I never imagined hearing from her lips.

I put on the red dress with nothing underneath and thought it was just a thank-you dinner. I had no idea how the night was going to end.

She ran her marriage, but that morning on the sand I found out how much she loved a stranger telling her who was in charge, with her husband watching.

I wrote to half a dozen girls asking for the same thing. Only one replied, and that afternoon, in a shopping center bathroom, I discovered something I didn’t expect.

I never thought the skinny kid I remembered would become the man who made me tremble in front of the mirror. And it all started with a name.

I never thought I’d be capable of something like this, but the bank ultimatum was on the table and I could only think of one way out neither of us would forget.

She closed the door without locking it and stood looking at him, not yet knowing that this man was about to disprove everything she believed about casual sex.

She locked the door, hung up the “closed” sign, and led him to the back of the shop with a flimsy excuse. What came after wasn’t fully planned.

I walked out of the shower thinking no one had seen us. That same night I found on his phone that someone had recorded every moan from the next cubicle.