Lingerie

He adjusted the binoculars toward the lit fourth-floor window and found something that hadn’t been meant for him.

I told her I wanted to kiss her right there in the street, no matter who was watching. She threw off the sheets, began touching herself, and stared at me. The shopping could wait.

Carlos told me he was a dangerous man. He was right. But no one had looked at me like that in months, with that kind of raw hunger that doesn’t know how to hide itself.

We had our last free days before the wedding. Naked at home, drinking mate, planning the ceremony, and reminding each other why we’d chosen one another.

I had the apartment to myself, candles lit, and a toy waiting in the drawer. The first time had failed; this time would be different.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

When I handed over the thong folded like a note, I knew there was no turning back. All that was left was to wait for Friday and open the envelope he would return to me in class.

For years I kept my backpack in the car with all my lingerie inside, just in case. That Thursday, the moment finally came.

I parked half a block away so I wouldn’t make noise. The door was unlocked and the lights were off. What I found at the end of the hallway changed everything.

Crossing my legs at just the right moment was all it took for him to stop pretending he wasn’t looking at me. The rest was only a matter of time.

I had her underwear in one hand and her phone in the other when I heard the front door open. Camila was there, staring at me from the hallway.

When his message lit up my phone, I’d been burning with desire for hours. I dressed in lingerie, slipped on heels, and waited. That night, I wasn’t sleeping alone.

Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.

I found her in the kitchen in clothes I’d never seen before, and when she brushed my shoulder on her way past, something in me that had no right to exist woke up.

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.

He suggested we fuck while looking out at the horizon, with the field all to ourselves and the sunset light falling slowly. I didn’t hesitate for a second.

When Marcos called with “the perfect plan,” I never imagined ending up shirtless, betting everything on a card. That night was more than anyone expected.

We posted the ad not knowing what to expect. Two weeks later he rang the bell at ten on the dot, no phone or watch, ready to serve.

I’d wanted her in silence for months, reading her private messages, following her every move. When I met her at the hotel wearing a mask, she had no idea it was me.

I went up to the room with my heart in my throat and a red lace set beneath my dress. Diego was no longer just a voice on the phone.