Couple

When the stranger in the seat beside her started staring at her legs, she didn't close them. Neither did I do anything to stop him.

I lowered my face toward her and felt it immediately: a taste that wasn’t hers. I knew what had happened, but I said nothing. I kept going.

Natalia had her legs spread on the table and the doctor was pretending to apply cream. I watched from the corner, motionless, not wanting him to stop.

Lucía and Marcos started fucking in front of us as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I couldn’t even move.

I grabbed the binoculars almost without thinking. When I focused them, she was already looking at me from her window. And instead of closing the curtain, she pulled it all the way open.

When I came out of the shower, she was there in black lingerie with that smile I hadn’t seen in years. That night she had a plan for me I would never have imagined asking for.

After weeks of silence, she called to ask if I was alone. Half an hour later, she was at my door in a floral dress, with something to give me.

I didn’t know how Marcos would react when I told him. But with Andrés only a few feet away at that party, I couldn’t keep quiet for another second.

When she opened the door she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her gaze held a melancholy that hit my chest before we exchanged a single word.

I arrived at their apartment at the agreed time. He opened the door in a bathrobe; she came down later, nervous and excited. It would be a long night.

Her husband sent reminders, never messages for her. The night watchman looked at her as if she were real. One night was enough to change everything.

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.

When I finally said it out loud, his gaze changed. He wasn’t just my friend anymore. He was something else, and I had wanted that from the very beginning.

They had been friends for years. All coupled, all jealous, convinced it was just another dinner. Then Daniela brought out the cards.

Roberto had been on forced sexual dry spell for months. That night in Seville, Valeria promised to change the rules. No one expected what Natalia would do.

Someone was touching me in the dark, with a slowness that had nothing urgent about it. I opened my eyes and Valeria’s voice said: “Are you enjoying that, baby?”

We’d been living with that fantasy for months. When the candidate never showed, I decided to be the stranger myself. I walked into the café and approached my wife as if I didn’t know her at all.

Rodrigo walked over to the sofa where my husband was alone and said, “my girlfriend’s been watching you for half an hour.” What followed was not predictable for any of the four of us.

After months in captivity, the last thing Valeria expected was for Sofía herself to ask to be bound. But that’s how that first night began.

I’d spent years hiding that side of myself, but with her it was different. When she told me she wanted to watch, I knew there was no way I could say no.