Strangers

It was two in the morning, I opened the window looking for air, and saw her lying on the sofa across the way, with no idea anyone was watching her.

When she asked me to find her men during the summer, I knew the trip to the coast would change us forever.

At seven on December 31 I didn’t want to go back to the hotel and be alone. I remembered the booth place three blocks away and pushed the door open without thinking twice.

I parked on the emptiest level of the underground garage and asked if she was still sure. She nodded. I handed her the envelope and asked her to just watch, nothing else.

Damián swore we knew how to have fun. I never imagined his invitation would lead us to a hallway of red curtains where my wife would decide for both of us.

I went upstairs with a stranger and, when the door closed, I knew my neighbor was already posted behind the curtain, ready to watch every detail.

We’d spent two nights watching without touching. On the third, as two couples mixed one meter from us, my girlfriend squeezed my arm and whispered something to me.

I put on a miniskirt and heels that Thursday when I had the house to myself. I was only going to flirt for a while. That’s what I told myself as he shut the camera room door behind us.

I recognized him the moment he spoke: he was the same man from the week before, the one with that enormous cock that left me barely able to walk for days.

The bus was packed and I could barely move. When I felt the first touch on my thigh, I thought it was an accident. But it wasn’t.

I opened the room door and there was Renata: exactly like her photos, but with nerves on edge that no image can capture.

There was something about the way he looked at me from the platform. It wasn’t just any look. I knew that if I went with him, I’d never be the same.

I dressed to impress no one, or so I thought. Two guards stopped me with a smile that said they knew exactly who I was.

I had been preparing that day for months: the wig, the dress, the lubricant. I thought I was alone at the abandoned lookout. The guard disagreed.

When she came back from the bathroom without any panties on, I knew that night we were going to cross a line neither of us would want to erase.

When the trono passed in front of me, our eyes met for a second. It was enough to end that night in a way I never could have imagined.

Marcos signed the contract without reading it. By the time they locked him under the Club Ónix toilet, it was too late to turn back.

Valeria wore a miniskirt with no underwear. The sleeping men in the street watched her without hiding it. I watched from the back of the truck, completely aroused.

The first time I went in, I didn’t know what happened in the dark. A stranger’s hand brushed my leg and changed everything forever.

An ordinary man discovered that beneath his wife’s clothes lived another version of himself, ready to emerge when lockdown came.