Peeping

She thought I was still asleep while she touched herself on the floor beside my bed. I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to stop, not yet.

When Renata opened the bedroom door wearing a harness and asked if there was room for one more, I knew that Christmas was one none of us would ever forget.

I thought I would be guiding her through her first experience, but she was the one who took control and showed me how far my body could go.

Every time she passed by my desk, I lost track of what I was doing. I never imagined one single slip would expose everything I felt for her.

Mara covered her friend’s eyes and asked for silence. What she did next with her tongue crossed the line forever.

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.

We’d come to rekindle our relationship and ended up naked in front of two strangers in a cove only we knew that morning.

My wife had been asking me for weeks for carte blanche for one night. I never imagined our hosts had prepared a surprise that would leave all four of us breathless.

When she confessed the favor she wanted to ask me, I thought she was kidding. Her best friend was broken, and Lorena had decided I was the cure.

When I walked into that room and saw the two of them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger who had paid for her.

It was almost eleven when she walked through the door with that smile I knew too well, the same one she wore whenever something forbidden had just happened between her legs.

“I knew it turned me on to imagine her with another man. What I didn’t know was how far we were willing to go once I stopped making the rules.”

I’d spent nights imagining it. That early morning, sitting in an armchair with a glass in my hand, I finally saw it: my husband inside another woman.

I got in the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to miss nothing, and her husband was smiling in the rearview mirror.

We went to the ER for a strange pain, but the doctor’s examination turned into something else before my eyes, and I did nothing to stop it.

We agreed to act like two strangers on the sand: she would have to seduce me with the whole world watching, and I would have to endure without giving myself away.

We had never gone into a place like that. When that couple from the beach walked through the door and sat at our table, I knew the night no longer belonged to us alone.

When I opened the hotel room door, it was too late to back out: she was on the bed, and he didn’t stop when our eyes met.

My wife swore she would never cross that door. Three hours later, she was the one begging me not to stop in front of everyone.

When Diego held out his hand to dance, I knew my husband would only watch. And that I, for once, would stop being the respectable wife everyone thought I was.