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The rule was simple: just watch, stay in our underwear, and nothing more. It lasted exactly until she put my hand on her breast and asked me to squeeze.

Lucía never got her vacation goodbye, and one look at the flight attendant was enough to make her decide to collect it before they landed back home.

Hugo showed us a video where no one knew who was touching whom. He said it was to defeat jealousy. I didn’t know the draw would leave me watching what I feared most.

We wandered disguised as monks when the forest spat us out in front of an inn of generous flesh and bottomless wine; what happened inside could not be confessed as penance.

Marina accepted the invitation knowing what she was exposing herself to. What she couldn’t have imagined was that a simple massage with sunscreen would end up breaking every rule she had.

Her husband only had eyes for the other woman’s cleavage. Marina and I looked at each other from the far end of the living room and, without saying a word, we’d already said everything.

We were alone in the sand, naked and turned on, when I discovered two young men spying on us from the rocks. Romina just asked if I wanted to keep going.

I asked her not to wear anything beneath the green dress. I never imagined that little tease would open the door to the couple at the next table.

I left the curtains open on purpose and pretended not to see him. He, standing on his rooftop, didn’t miss a single detail of my naked body.

That morning I opened the curtains intending to watch the maids. I never imagined a stranger in the opposite window would be the one unable to take her eyes off me.