Oral

Diego sent me affectionate messages while I was, inside that jacuzzi, feeling Sergio’s hands on my waist and pushing my ass back against him.

When the canvas opened in the middle of the night, we knew what had begun between us was turning into something much bigger.

I didn’t realize what kind of neighborhood I’d wandered into until Valeria stopped in front of the hostel. Then I understood everything—and went in anyway.

Daniela was twenty, lived on the fourth floor, and had never been with a woman. That day, all of that changed at once.

My son organized the evening without telling me his plans. I understood when he took his guest to the bedroom and left me alone on the sofa with his friend.

I was at the end of my rope. Out of money and out of options, I dialed Rodrigo’s number knowing exactly what it meant to see him again.

Three months without seeing each other, and the moment she stepped off the plane I knew something was going to happen. What I didn’t count on was witnesses on the beach that night.

They had been friends for years. All coupled, all jealous, convinced it was just another dinner. Then Daniela brought out the cards.

Roberto had been on forced sexual dry spell for months. That night in Seville, Valeria promised to change the rules. No one expected what Natalia would do.

I put on the black dress and the high heels, and for the first time I wasn’t ashamed of the body I saw in the mirror. That afternoon, he was waiting for me.

Someone was touching me in the dark, with a slowness that had nothing urgent about it. I opened my eyes and Valeria’s voice said: “Are you enjoying that, baby?”

When she came over to me at the bar, I knew that woman was going to do whatever she wanted with me. And I wanted exactly that.

Rodrigo walked over to the sofa where my husband was alone and said, “my girlfriend’s been watching you for half an hour.” What followed was not predictable for any of the four of us.

After months in captivity, the last thing Valeria expected was for Sofía herself to ask to be bound. But that’s how that first night began.

I’d spent years hiding that side of myself, but with her it was different. When she told me she wanted to watch, I knew there was no way I could say no.

I’d been left three weeks earlier. That night I walked into the bar wanting nothing and left knowing I knew nothing about pleasure.

I recognized the surname as soon as she said it. Two years earlier I’d been with her aunt, and now she was looking at me with those same dark eyes and that small mouth.

I’d spent months ignoring his looks in the mirror. That night I was left alone in the rain, and he was the only one who showed up.

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.