Oral

That night, while I was stroking him in bed, he stopped me and asked me to tell him what the other man was like. I never imagined my confession would change our bed.

The robe barely covered her legs when she approached the sofa. Tobías was no longer pretending to sleep, and everything I’d been keeping quiet for months was showing.

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.

At five in the morning, heels in hand and her dress sliding off her shoulders, Renata got into the car with me and made me a proposal I shouldn’t have accepted.

For years I thought fun meant books and documentaries. Then she locked the bedroom door and started undressing in front of the two of us.

The first was my physics teacher. The second was my French teacher. They both summoned me alone during their final days in Valencia, and I learned that goodbyes can be very different.

When the warning arrived, I turned on the screen thinking it would be just another meeting. I never imagined I’d see my sister-in-law kneeling in front of my father-in-law’s business partner.

My mother leaned in front of me to pull an old tape from the box, and when she slowly adjusted her robe, I knew she had seen what I didn’t want her to see.

When I found him behind me in the kitchen, his body pressed to mine and his breathing ragged against my neck, I knew I was going to give in before I fought.

I’d promised her a different kind of anniversary gift. What she didn’t know was that my surprise was waiting on the other side of a hole in the wall.

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.

When she opened the door and found us, I thought the family was over that afternoon. What I didn’t expect was to hear her confess, right in my ear, desires she’d kept hidden for years.

I gave her permission to go out with both of them on the same afternoon. When she came back to the parking lot, she still had one man’s marks on her and a date with the other at seven-thirty.

The robe rode up when she bent for the spatula. It wasn’t an accident; it was an invitation I spent the whole morning accepting.

Marina was already dripping when she demanded the second round: both men at once, with no barriers, while the action movie still played in the background.

When I pulled back the curtain to look in the mirror, she was there, leaning against the wall, looking at me like she already knew what would happen next.

Friday yoga started as a silent game of looks and ended with her body pressed against mine in my father’s game room.

We got home from the airport at eleven at night, with the house to ourselves and fifteen days ahead of us. Then she told me she hated sleeping alone.

When I came back from the bathroom, my two brothers had her cornered in the center of the living room, and there was no surprise in her eyes: there was a smile that had been waiting months for that moment.

I wanted him from my first lovers and never dared to tell him. That afternoon, in front of his camera, I discovered my brother had been holding the same thing back for years.