Mature

My mother-in-law never knew the mirror she thanked me for was my private window into her, every night my wife slept in front of the TV.

They turned off the bus lights and he put his hand over mine. None of the sleeping passengers knew what was happening under that blanket.

We left the parking lot without knowing where we were going. She had already opened her pants in the passenger seat and couldn’t stop breathing hard.

I’d gone weeks without anyone touching me. When the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror with that half-smile, I knew I wasn’t going home alone that night.

The director looked me over when I signed the form. I’d been with that company twelve years, and I knew exactly what I had to do to win.

When I went downstairs to the kitchen it was three in the morning. He was sitting there with a cup in his hand, bare-chested, looking at me as if he’d been waiting for me.

By day I was the same invisible wife as always. At night I wrote what I didn’t dare ask for. Until someone read it and decided to give it to me.

He smelled of tobacco and the countryside, not expensive perfume. When I went down to the kitchen for water at three in the morning, I knew he’d be there, smoking under the moon.

When the moans started on the other side of the wall, she was asleep beside me. What I saw in the mirror that night, I still don't know how to tell anyone.

When I crossed the park that night, I already knew I wouldn’t come back the same. Dani was nineteen, twice my muscle, and had no qualms about using it.

She was just a name on a long list. When she turned on her camera, everything I believed about desire changed forever.

No one answered when I knocked. I went in, walked down the hall, and when I reached the garage I froze at what I saw.

I went looking for clothes in her drawer and found more than I expected. What happened next changed all three of us forever.