Peeping

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 into the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to catch every detail, 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 entered a place like that. When the couple from the beach joined us at our table, I knew the night no longer belonged only to us.

By the time I opened the bedroom door, it was too late to turn back: she was on the bed, and he didn’t stop when our eyes met.

My wife swore she'd 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.

Bruno carried me aloft, pinned to his body as if I weighed nothing, and I let myself go. What I never imagined was that someone was watching us from the window across the way, camera in hand.

“It’s going to be shopping with a happy ending,” she told me with that smile that wasn’t innocent. I never imagined we’d end up in a hedge maze with another couple.

I’d spent a year listening to her describe who touched her while I only watched. That New Year’s Eve, with a glass in her hand, she whispered in my ear that this time I wouldn’t be left out.

I’d never watched another couple fuck from a meter away. With my friend moaning in the next bed, I discovered that watching and being seen turned me on like nothing else.

Sofía was asleep with her back to me when the first moans came through the wall. I woke her with my hand between her legs: —Shut up and listen, I told her.

We had arranged to be five that summer afternoon. At seven the phone rang, one of us wasn’t coming, and yet we still opened the door to two strangers.

We were alone on the beach until a man stopped at the shore to watch us. And instead of covering up, we decided to give him something to look at.

Carla slowly circled the table, stopped behind Marina, and placed her hands on her shoulders. No one expected the dinner to end this way.

I’d been fantasizing about dogging for years, but I never imagined she’d be the one to lead me to the far end of that industrial estate, with a surprise waiting in the hedges.

I got on the bike not knowing how to ride and got off it a different man. But what really changed me happened afterward, in the sand, away from prying eyes... or so I thought.