Peeping

I had given Marina my word: that night I would only watch. But when he kissed her against the wall, I knew I couldn’t stay still in my chair.

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.

Hugo showed us a video where no one knew who was touching whom. He said it was to defeat jealousy. I didn’t know the draw would leave me watching what I feared most.

I love my wife and know she loves me. That’s why I never understood why seeing her surrender to another man became the fantasy I couldn’t get out of my head.

We’d been playing our secret game for months, but when Bruno closed the hotel door and Tomás sat down to watch, I knew there was no turning back that night.

Three chairs in the middle of the living room, four women circling, and the music about to stop: the one left standing that round got nothing.

After so many years, an honest conversation after dinner was enough for both couples to cross the line we’d always circled without daring to step over.

We were tousled and makeup-free when Daniela reminded me of that time. I didn’t imagine that, before nightfall, they’d be watching us from the half-open door.

I knew that trip would change something between us, but I never imagined how far my wife would go once another man started giving her orders.

When Marina took off her last piece of clothing in the warm water, the four of us knew that night no one would be sleeping on their own side of the bed.

When Lucía crossed the room and sat on his knees without looking at me, I knew that night I would only watch—and that was exactly what we both wanted.

The guest bathroom was occupied, so I walked into the bedroom without thinking. Damián was there, alone, looking at me like someone who’d been waiting for that moment for weeks.

After the fourth gin and tonic, my wife got up from the sofa, crossed the living room, and started undressing in front of our friend. I could only watch and want it.

While I spread on the sunscreen, she moved her hips slowly against the sand. I could only think about how to convince her to cross into the other hotel.

We had been going naked to the same beach with Rubén and Elena for years. A conversation between men lit the fuse: we wanted to explore what we had never seen in each other.

Lucía came back from class with another couple’s name saved on her phone. That night we knew Saturday would no longer be an ordinary Saturday.

She expected shouting, perhaps the end of everything. Instead, he offered her a glass of wine and asked her to tell him everything, without leaving out a single detail.

For months I’d whispered the same fantasy in her ear. That afternoon, in a deserted cove, I stopped imagining it and watched it come true in front of me.

Her husband came home exhausted and fell asleep in front of the television. Her boss, on the other hand, looked at her as though he knew exactly what she imagined in the shower.

When the guard called her number, the laughter died at once and a hundred eyes fixed on her: the only untouched beauty in a yard of concrete, sweat, and barbed wire.