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My wife thought the game was over when the technician left. She didn’t know the hidden camera had recorded everything, and that my excitement had only just begun as I watched from the office.

The hiss was coming from my parents’ room, and when I looked into the darkness I couldn’t move. Then my sister appeared at the other end of the hall.

When she let the robe fall, I understood that my perfect neighbor was hiding far more than anyone imagined, and that night I no longer wanted to turn back.

That early morning, when he tore away the sheet, I knew there was nothing left to hide: he knew, and I wanted him to know.

I thought I was alone at home. I left the bathroom door open, closed my eyes, and said her name out loud, never imagining she’d already come back.

We had been locked in the room all afternoon, and still he was awake in the bathroom. Curiosity beat sleep, and what I saw changed me.

They thought I was asleep. From the hallway I heard every word, every low laugh, everything they said about me. And instead of being outraged, I stayed still, listening.

I hadn’t slept well in six weeks, and her scent was still on the sheets. That morning, in the café on the avenue, I learned what it costs to lose someone who still smells like yours.

I went upstairs to use the bathroom and he was waiting for me with his fly open. What I didn’t count on was someone opening the door just when we were on all fours.

She had never masturbated at work. But that morning, with her phone full of pictures of her neighbor and the door unlocked, she discovered how much risk turned her on.

For a whole year I lived two lives: the perfect professional beside my partner, and the insatiable lover who returned to the hotel each night. Until television announced his death.

She climbed into the back seat beside my boss’s wife, thinking she was going to help me. She got out wondering when she could see her again.

For nearly a year we had been stripping in front of the camera without knowing each other. When I walked into the café and sat beside him, we both lost our breath.

If his cock wouldn’t respond, he’d borrow another man’s. It was enough to look a man in the eye and whisper the right suggestion to get to his wife’s bed.