Party

I’d spent weeks avoiding her, convinced what we had was over. Then the phone rang and her voice was enough to tell me I’d fall again.

I got home at six in the morning with her perfume clinging to my body and my ass still red. My wife was waiting up, smiling, suspecting nothing.

She was her father’s wife, but that dawn, sitting in the sand and pressed against his chest, I no longer knew where affection ended and something else began.

I accepted the dare without thinking: kiss whoever was to my right for five seconds. And to my right was her, the woman who had spent a year pretending not to want me.

He unzipped her dress in front of the entryway mirror, and when she saw herself wrapped in his arms, she knew there was no going back that night.

We woke up naked, all three of us, and laughing, I remembered the exact moment everything changed: when I learned what Mariela was hiding under her skirt.

I promised myself it would only be a quick visit to the neighborhood. When I woke in the middle of the night, she was still beside me, immaculate, but something had changed forever.

My wife pulled a brochure from her purse and told me we had a meeting that afternoon. I had no idea that saying yes meant giving up being the only man in her bed for fifteen days.

When Lucía started staying over at our house, I still didn’t know how far she was willing to go. That night, in front of everyone, she took off her dress without anyone asking.

Downstairs our parents were toasting twenty years together. Upstairs, in his room, I had his cock in my hand and he wanted me to finally make a move.

When she asked what it felt like to be with another woman, I told her she’d have to try it herself. I didn’t expect her to stand up and climb onto my lap.

I climbed the stairs barely able to walk, my dress reeking of the whole night. I had no idea my mom was awake, waiting for me in the hallway.

Bruna knelt in the shower in front of her cousin, and none of the women in the bathroom could look away. Not even the mother, who already had her hand under her dress.

When I went down for a coffee in the hotel’s empty café, I had no idea he’d leave the party to follow me upstairs with a bottle and a very specific idea.

Under that loose, demure clothing, you could sense a woman with her desire intact. I only had to wait for her to stop pretending in front of her husband.

When she whispered that she was wet and apologized, I realized the fantasy had gone too far. And the stranger still hadn’t done his worst.

When I looked at myself in the hotel mirror, mascara smeared and marks on my neck, I knew no lie would be enough when I got home.

That woman looked me up and down, smiled, and said the line that would change my life: with a little makeup, I could pass for a real little girl.

When my mother finally decided to marry, I never imagined the trip to the island with my future stepsister would reveal the family’s deepest secret.