Strangers

I thought stripping naked in front of strangers would be enough to lose my shame. Then that couple lay down beside me and looked at me as if they already knew what I still didn’t dare ask for.

“What happens on the coast stays on the coast,” we told each other before crossing that curtain. Neither of us imagined how far we’d go without the other couple.

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

I came out of the bathroom and found her on her knees in front of him. Instead of stopping him, I sat in the chair across from them and decided to watch it to the end.

Nadia thought the passion with Andrés had burned out. That night, in front of two strangers and a twelve-sided die, she discovered how far she was willing to go.

She was naked doing yoga in front of the camper, oblivious to everything. When she opened her eyes and held out her hand, I knew we wouldn’t be going home the same that morning.

Her eyes shone in the dimness, fixed on me over her companion’s shoulder. She didn’t know me, but her gaze had already stripped me bare.

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 arrived at the club after midnight, not quite sure what we were looking for. We found out when Mara came out of the water, looked at the two of us, and smiled as if she already knew 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.

After twenty-four years of marriage, Marina whispered that she only wanted to watch. Three hours later, I was watching another man drive her out of her mind.

“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 walked through the curtain convinced I was looking for a man. The hand that took mine in the darkness was soft, perfumed, and wouldn’t let go until everything changed.

The plan was perfect: in my friend’s costume, my wife would never know the stranger dancing with her among the masks was me.

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.

The plan was just to have coffee and get acquainted. But as soon as Lucía left for a drive, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end innocently.

The door was half open, and while I was spying on my friend with two strangers, a hand turned me by the waist. It was him. And he smiled at me as if we both already knew.

The rule was simple: just watch, stay in our underwear, and nothing more. It lasted exactly until she put my hand on her breast and asked me to squeeze.

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.