Desire

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 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.

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 placed her hands on her shoulders. No one expected the dinner to end this way.

I thought it was just a joke between the sheets, until she said our youngest friend’s name and confessed she really wanted him.

We went up on the boat to fish and sunbathe. We came down as something else. What I saw at the bow still keeps me up at night.

I had given Marina my word: that night I would only watch. But when he kissed her against the wall, I knew I couldn’t stay still in my chair.

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.

We arrived nervous, under the pretext of having a few drinks. Half an hour later, all four of us were naked in the pool, and nobody was talking about leaving early.

It took me weeks to convince him, but the night Damián arrived with a bottle of cava, I understood my husband had wanted the same thing as me for a long time.

When Sonia closed the cabin door and my wife stepped into the one across the hall, I knew that night would cross a line with no turning back.

I mentioned a threesome to shut him up, convinced he’d back off. Instead, Adrián turned my bluff into a mission—and I began trembling whenever he brought it up.

I put on the blue dress Nadia chose for me, with nothing underneath, and went up on deck knowing that night I wouldn’t leave a single line uncrossed.

We were four in one tent, two couples who barely knew each other, and it only took one touch in the dark for none of us to want to keep pretending to sleep.

I love my wife and know she loves me. That’s why I never understood why seeing her surrender to another man became the fantasy I couldn’t get out of my head.

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.

Mariana adjusted the straps in front of the mirror while Esteban smiled from the sofa. That night he had invited someone else, and he wasn’t planning to tell her yet.

It began as a game of words in bed. It ended with me getting into another man’s car while my husband waited in the casino, knowing everything.