My Wife Pretended to Sleep So She Could Watch Me with a Stranger
I thought she was asleep while a blonde approached me on the beach. When we got back, she admitted she had watched everything through half-closed eyes.
I thought she was asleep while a blonde approached me on the beach. When we got back, she admitted she had watched everything through half-closed eyes.
We don't expose ourselves so people can watch us; we simply stop hiding. And if a blind shifts beyond the hedge, she smiles and spreads her legs a little wider.
The door was barely shut and inside someone kept saying yes, yes. I shouldn’t have looked, but I stayed frozen in the hallway, holding my breath.
The walls were paper-thin. We heard her moaning in the next room and realized she’d been listening to us the whole time, waiting for an invitation.
When I leaned out the car window to see if my sister was still awake, I found him in his window, smoking. And I knew he wasn’t going to look away.
The towel barely covered me when I knocked on my neighbor’s door on the seventh floor. He agreed to help me open my apartment only if I let the last thing I had on fall away.
When I realized that what turned me on wasn’t looking but being watched, I sought out the empty shed behind my house on New Year’s Eve and deliberately dropped my panties.
When I got out of the car with the blouse clinging to my body and my thong showing through my pants, I didn’t expect that man’s gaze to stay locked on me through the whole interview.
I went downstairs barefoot for a drink of water and found her sprawled on the sofa, her legs braced against the backrest. She never turned her head. I didn’t move.
We’d spent months talking about that fantasy: being watched. That night at the motel, we turned it into a game with rules and no turning back.
What happened in that room was confidential. Nerea saw everything through the keyhole, her hand braced against the wall and her breath caught.
It didn’t stop me to know Nadia was there with her eyes fixed on us. On the contrary: her gaze on me made everything more intense.
We had been playing with the idea for months. But when Laura walked up to that man in the water and I saw her hand move beneath the surface, I knew it was no longer a fantasy.