Oral

When Arturo asked me to turn around, I understood what he wanted. The most disturbing thing was realizing I couldn’t say no either.

Valeria felt the heat before she understood what it was. Pink smoke filled the cabin, and everything that was protocol turned into pure instinct.

He was the protective father, the faithful husband, the kind of man who rejected anything outside the norm. Until that night at the country house.

When the two neighbors from downstairs knocked on my door with a bottle of wine, I’d been alone in the house for ten days with a body in a state that was anything but calm.

We’d been exchanging emails with Valeria for weeks. She wanted force and pressure. When she saw us pull up on our bikes, she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.

The invitation was for dinner. What no one said out loud is that the three of us wanted the night to end in something more.

That afternoon everything seemed normal, just a get-together with friends. Until she opened my bedroom door and looked me over without asking permission.

The message said: “How about sharing you with a couple?” I laughed. But something in those words sparked a curiosity I didn’t know I had.

We were 19 when Laura decided to teach us how to kiss. What began as an innocent game took us much farther than anyone imagined.

He knew exactly what he was doing beneath that blanket. And I chose not to pull away. What came after changed our dynamic forever.

I was seventeen, and the heat wouldn’t let me sleep. I went into his room looking for water and found something I’d never forget.

Claudia showed up at her son’s place not knowing we were waiting. Work uniform, tired eyes. No one prepared her for what was coming.

When he hugged me from behind and I felt his body against mine, we both knew it had a name no one dared to say aloud.

She showed him the photos with a nervous smile. It took him three seconds to understand what he was looking at, and three more to decide he wasn’t going to stop.

We had spent three months coordinating every detail. When Diego opened the door and I saw his mother behind him, I knew there was no turning back for any of us four.

I came home from university exhausted and flopped onto the bed without even taking off my shoes. I don’t know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes, he was already sitting beside me.

Nadia arrived that morning with a bag of soft drinks and very short jeans. We hadn’t been alone together in years. I didn’t know that was about to change.

It was late, we were alone at home, and Mom began talking about something she never should have told us. By the time I wanted to stop her, I no longer wanted her to stop.

I hadn’t planned it. But when he walked in with the others and locked eyes with me, I already knew that night would end only one way.

They had spent their whole lives being the responsible mothers. That night, in a house smelling of salt and wine, they decided to stop.