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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.

I’m Tomás’s hotwife and he adores watching me shine. Between colonial walls and salsa, a foreign business partner joined our game, and I let myself go.

I posted an ad looking for two discreet gentlemen. When I opened the suite door and saw them waiting, I knew that night would have no limits.

Behind each of the three holes there could have been anyone. I couldn’t see a thing. I only felt hands, mouths, and a familiar gaze watching me from the other side.

She chose the shortest skirt and left without underwear. At that hour the stranger on the platform was always there, and this time she wasn’t going to move away.

She came out of the water slowly, knowing the sheer fabric no longer hid a thing, and wrung the hair from her face in front of us as if she had all the time in the world.

I went back to the reunion for one unfinished high-school kiss. I never imagined that night, with the bottle spinning, would end with three of us in the same bed.

I turned off the garden lights with one button and, when the hot water was the only witness left, I untied her bikini string in front of the other couple.

When I followed the sound of her music to the old closet in my office, I didn’t expect to find slits that opened right onto the changing room where she undressed.

Three days at the beach, five friends, and a phone that was never turned off. I thought I was among innocent laughs; others saw it as a show.

She wore a miniskirt, black stockings, and sunglasses that kept me from knowing when she’d caught me watching. Until she stopped pretending and started playing with me.

It was eleven in the morning and the cove was empty, except for a guy pretending not to watch me. My husband was swimming and I could feel his eyes fixed on every inch of my skin.

At two in the morning, in that room with red lights, I stopped pretending I was only there to keep my husband company. I was watching. And I was liking it far too much.

When I bent down to pick up a magazine from the lowest shelf, I felt the cold air rush between my legs. Three pairs of eyes rose at once. I didn’t pull down my skirt.

It was the night I got furthest on my own and with not a stitch on. Dogs, men, motorcycles, and the main park: I saw it all in my naked skin.

When he pointed the camera for the first time, he told himself it was the last. Six weeks later, he was still filming. And Laura was still smiling on the other side of the lens.

The gym owner asked her to take all her clothes off. I nodded calmly and waited. What happened next was better than any fantasy.

Mateo promised he’d watch everything from his table, but when two strangers started touching me at once, his silence scared me as much as their hands.