What I Imagine When My Husband Goes on a Trip
I never told anyone, but the moment he leaves, there’s a name and a body that take over my whole imagination.
I never told anyone, but the moment he leaves, there’s a name and a body that take over my whole imagination.
“Do you want to try it before you decide?” he said, and Mariana understood that neither of them was going to be talking only about the projector that afternoon.
Every morning I spied on him from the window without admitting it. That rainy afternoon he showed up at my door soaked, and I knew there was no way to keep pretending nothing was happening.
I didn’t find him attractive, but feeling desired turned me on. When he climbed onto the stool to check the fan, I knew exactly how I’d repay him.
That night the dare was simple and insane at the same time: cross the property naked, on all fours, right past the window where anyone could see me.
She knew that every Thursday she hung the laundry at the same time. That morning I decided to step out wearing nothing at all, just to see her face. I didn’t expect her to smile like that.
When she told him she was “hanging in there,” Tino understood that word weighed the same as his own: years of cold sheets. And in the middle of the street, they decided to fix it.
The first time I walked into her apartment, I found a thong hanging in the shower, and I knew that food-for-hot-water deal was going to cost me far more than a few empanadas.
We were two lesbians on holiday looking for one last night together; I never thought a simple kiss would end with everyone tangled up on the same sofa.
A week after the party I was still thinking about them. So I wrote to all of them, put on my shortest dress, and went to the house where I knew no one would interrupt us.
I was looking for silence and a garden. What I found was an entire family ready to share me, one after another, without any of them knowing about the others.
That swimsuit barely covered them, and each day the pool showed a little more skin. No one suspected how far the neighbors would go when the last garment fell.
Iván and Lucía were the new ones in the building, the youngest, the ones still learning. That night we showed them that in our group, nobody was left wanting.
When she moved into the apartment across from mine, I never imagined that one afternoon, while her son slept, her hand would climb up my thigh and I’d spread my legs without thinking.
I had just moved in and didn’t know anyone. Bruna was the first to talk to me; I never imagined she and her partner had a plan for me that night.
I remember her in the doorway of her bookstore, with her nearly white hair and those impossible eyes. Ten years passed before I had her close again, and this time I wasn’t going to let her go.
Renata called me to ask for a favor, but the one who left me breathless that afternoon was the woman who finished cleaning and waited for me by the elevator.
When she started crying on my shoulder and confessed that her husband no longer touched her, I knew that afternoon’s massage was going to end very differently.
She’d been greeting her in the lobby for months, barely containing herself. That afternoon the grocery bags slipped from her hands and finally gave me a reason to go upstairs.
I had been training submissive women online for years, but I never imagined that behind my new slave’s mask would be the face of the woman who lived right across the street.
When she took off her blouse in front of the open window, I knew she wasn’t going to stop even if half the neighborhood was watching. And I didn’t want her to stop either.
Nadia knelt in front of the glass wall knowing the neighbors in the garden next door wouldn’t miss a thing. And that was only the first afternoon.
When she came out to the garage dressed like that, I knew I’d lose the bet. What I couldn’t imagine was how far that summer would go with her and her mother.
My wife was riding me, thinking about the neighbor while he, on the other side of the wall, was doing the same with his. It was only a matter of time before we stopped imagining it.
Damián followed me into the water to get a closer look at my ass. What started as a laughing game ended with both couples locked inside his apartment.
We went up with two bottles of champagne and the idea of spending a pleasant evening. No one told us the family across the hall understood dinner differently.
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 chose her dress myself: white, tight, and with nothing underneath. I wanted her to be the most desired woman at dinner, and I had no idea how far that night would take us.
Marcos and Nadia had only ever done it with us. That night, blindfolded and with the neighbors on the way, they would discover how far they were willing to go.
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.
Two glasses of wine, a silk robe, and the doorbell at ten p.m. It was Ernesto, and that look in his eyes said he hadn’t come to ask for sugar.
Andrés used to tell me the neighbor watched us too much. He was right. But that August afternoon, when the doorbell rang and I went to open it, I was glad he wasn’t home.