Couple

We’d spent the whole morning teasing each other with sunscreen when the girl from the next towel decided to join the game.

We didn’t know how to get out of the water without making it obvious what we’d just done. What we couldn’t imagine was that the night had only just begun, and the neighbors’ party would change everything.

After twenty-four years of marriage, Marina whispered that she only wanted to watch. Three hours later, I was watching another man drive her out of her mind.

Bruno carried me aloft, pinned to his body as if I weighed nothing, and I let myself go. What I never imagined was that someone was watching us from the window across the way, camera in hand.

I bought lingerie for a night alone with my wife. I never imagined I’d end up watching her in another man’s arms while his wife settled into my lap.

“It’s going to be shopping with a happy ending,” she told me with that smile that wasn’t innocent. I never imagined we’d end up in a hedge maze with another couple.

Damn the hour I opened my mouth. It was only a thought said out loud, but my wife already had the other woman’s phone number in her hand and a smile I’d never seen before.

I’d spent a year listening to her describe who touched her while I only watched. That New Year’s Eve, with a glass in her hand, she whispered in my ear that this time I wouldn’t be left out.

I’d never watched another couple fuck from a meter away. With my friend moaning in the next bed, I discovered that watching and being seen turned me on like nothing else.

Sofía was asleep with her back to me when the first moans came through the wall. I woke her with my hand between her legs: —Shut up and listen, I told her.

The plan was just to have coffee and get to know each other. But the moment they took Lucía out for a drive, I knew that afternoon wasn’t going to end there.

We were alone on the beach until a man stopped at the shore to watch us. And instead of covering up, we decided to give him something to look at.

I knew I wanted to fuck him from the very first message. What I didn’t know was how far my husband would go when the three of us crossed into the private room.

Carla slowly circled the table, stopped behind Marina, and rested her hands on her shoulders. No one at that dinner planned to end the night the way it began.

I had given her my word: that night I would only watch. But when he kissed her against the wall of the room, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay still in the chair.

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.

I agreed for his sake, not knowing that crossing that door would change my idea of pleasure. That night I stopped being only his.

When he told me he had bargained my price sitting at the bar, I should have been outraged. Instead I felt my cunt quiver imagining the scene.

When Marina led them to the sofa and told them to start nice and slow, I knew that dinner with the gym couple would not end like any other night.

I got up after making love and, almost without thinking, tried on my fingers what he’d left inside me. That night I understood how far I wanted to go.