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It was two in the morning, I opened the window looking for air, and saw her lying on the sofa across the way, with no idea anyone was watching her.

I knew he was already seated by the window, waiting for us. All my husband and I wanted was to make me his obsession for one night.

I had been at the limit for a week. That Saturday night I put on my shortest dress, entered the club alone, and let desire take me all the way.

When I reviewed the footage from the cameras she didn’t know existed, I saw my wife with him. In our bed. And instead of getting furious, I felt something dark I hadn’t expected.

I went in to get my phone and found him there, silent, looking at me in that way that said he knew exactly what it meant.

She wore fishnet stockings and a black skirt. I stood two meters away playing the stranger while he devoured her with his eyes from the floor.

Marcos controlled her from his table, one finger on the app and his eyes fixed on her. Every time he pressed the button, Clara had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Daniela had told me what turned her on was giving an experience like that to someone who would never expect it. That night in the desert, a trucker was chosen.

She was alone at the water’s edge when he arrived. Ricardo watched them from above, unable to look away. What happened wasn’t meant for anyone else.

I’d spent years imagining that moment. When it finally came, sitting in that armchair while Camila and Diego looked into each other’s eyes, I could barely breathe.

We arrived at the meeting ready to hear reproaches. No one warned us that that afternoon we’d be the ones doing the teaching.

Valentina showed up in the red dress and smiled when she saw the blackjack tables. That night was the highest bet in her husband’s private casino.

They had planned it for weeks. The dark room, the ropes, and Vera waiting for them with that smile promising nothing easy or safe.

I propped the phone on the dresser with the video call live. My lover watched in silence while a stranger kissed my neck. He didn’t want to miss a thing.

I sat on top of him and started telling him my filthiest fantasy. With every detail I added, I could see him coming apart a little more.

When Marcos described how he wrapped his lovers in stretch film, I had to escape to the bathroom. Not for the reason they’d think.

The day Clara entered my house unannounced, I realized the only clean space I had left no longer belonged to me.

Every morning I wake in my cage with the vibrators in place, waiting for Master to come down for me. Today will be a very long day.

They’d gone years without saying it out loud. That night someone did, and the two women stood up from the table without looking back.