Peeping

The taxi dropped me in front of a huge gate and a guard was waiting for me. I still had no idea that night would turn me from a guest into the game.

Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers see everything.

No one had ever given me a massage focused only on my breasts, much less with my four friends watching from the pool edge, waiting their turn.

We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.

I was in my forties, married, with two children, and I had never once looked at another woman. That night, leaning on the bar in a pub, everything I thought I knew about myself came undone.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the action and saw her leaning in the doorway, one hand inside her shorts. She wasn’t angry. She was looking at me.

She caught me with my hand inside my pants, staring at her through the crack in the door. Instead of shouting, she smiled and told me she had a lot to teach me.

Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.

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 guide her through her first experience, but she took control and taught me just how far my body could go.

Every time she walked past my desk I lost track of what I was doing. I never imagined one careless mistake 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 entered that room and saw them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger I’d paid for.