I Knew Someone Was Watching Us from the Building Across the Street

It wasn’t the first time I had welcomed Adrián into my home, and yet that afternoon I was trembling like a beginner. There was something about desecrating the bed I shared with my husband that was as wickedly thrilling as it was dangerous, and I had become addicted to that mix.

Let me start at the beginning. My name is Renata, I’m forty-four years old, and I have a twenty-one-year-old daughter who studies far away, the daughter of my marriage to Gabriel. Yes, I’m married. And no, that has never held me back.

At my age I’ve lost some of the freshness of my twenties, but I’ve gained something else: poise, the calm of knowing exactly what I want and how to get it. I’m not tall, I barely reach five foot three, but I’ve learned how to fill any room without needing heels. I have honey-colored eyes and long brown hair, untouched by dye, that mane I work so hard to care for and that rewards me so well when a firm hand tugs at it.

I met Adrián almost a year ago. He’s the salesman who supplies the office where I work with paper and materials, the one who came in to replace the man who retired. He’s twenty-eight, with a rogue’s smile and a way of looking that asks no permission. I knew it the first day, the moment he walked through the door and his eyes never left me, even when I met his gaze head-on. He bit his lower lip, slowly, and I felt a lash of heat between my legs.

He’s tall, lean and wiry, dark, with short hair always mussed as if he had just gotten out of bed. Big hands, firm and yet soft. A mouth made for kissing and being kissed. Everything about him was an invitation, and I’ve never known how to refuse a good invitation.

Gabriel, my husband, spends a lot of time away from home because of work. That leaves me plenty of room for my whims. That afternoon, however, he wasn’t traveling. That afternoon the plan was something else, though Adrián didn’t quite know it yet.

***

Adrián arrived on time, at seven. He rang the video intercom as he always does, with three short presses, and I rushed to answer, checking on the screen that he was as irresistible as usual. I let him in without making him wait. I don’t like waiting, and I don’t like being kept waiting either.

For the occasion I had chosen a white lace set, panties and bra with plenty of sheer transparency, and over it a short robe in the same shade, light as a sigh. I had slipped into black stilettos, partly to disguise the height difference, partly because I knew heels drove him crazy.

I opened the door covering myself with it, in case some neighbor saw me receiving a man like that. Adrián came in, and I barely managed to kick the door shut when his mouth was already on mine, his tongue seeking mine, his hands running over my back and waist as if he wanted to learn every centimeter all over again.

My hands didn’t stay still either. I stroked his chest over the polo shirt, staking a claim over that body that heated me in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. A couple of minutes later we pulled apart, breathless.

—You’re going to choke me —I told him, never taking my eyes off the bulge straining his trousers.

—Before you do, I’m going to lower my mouth to your other lips —he replied with that cocky swagger I loved so much.

—If you don’t kill me by suffocation, you’ll kill me with pleasure —I answered, caressing him shamelessly through the fabric.

We kissed again, this time slowly making our way toward the bedroom. We stopped in the living room. Without a word, Adrián turned me around, held my breast with one hand and with the other stroked my ass over the robe, first softly and then firmly. He ended the caress with a loud slap.

The blow left me with a divine mix of sting and pleasure. The bastard knew exactly what to do to heat me up even more.

***

When he let go of me, I turned back to kiss him and slid my hand down to his crotch. He was already hard, and the size was more than generous. I pushed him with my body toward the bedroom, because in my own territory I like to be in charge too, even if only a little, and I let him fall onto the bed, ready to devour him.

I took off his sneakers and trousers while he peeled off his polo. We threw everything to the foot of the bed. There he was, bare-chested, with a flat stomach and his hardness barely contained beneath a tight dark boxer brief. He crossed his hands behind his head, with that calmly waiting gesture that drove me wild.

I slid across the mattress with my ass pushed up, letting my breasts, barely held in by the lace, brush his legs and belly. He pretended to be indifferent, as if my touch and my breath did nothing to him, though the tip was already peeking shyly from the waistband of the boxers and betraying him.

I kissed his face, his neck, his chest, and slowly made my way down toward the point I wanted to reach. When my mouth was exactly where I wanted it, I lifted my gaze to find his. At last I saw desire without a mask in his eyes.

I pulled down his boxers and took him in my hands with a kind of reverence. I ran my tongue along his entire length, slowly, from base to tip, again and again, feeling the heat and hardness drawing the first rush of moisture from me. Then I opened my mouth and took him all the way in, sucking eagerly while my fingers played with everything else.

Adrián let out a deep groan, brought his hands to my head and threaded his fingers through my hair. I started moving up and down with a rhythm that grew deeper and deeper. With a gentle motion of his hand he turned me until I was on my side, so my hip was within reach of his hand.

I kept giving myself over while he began to explore me, stroking over the now-soaked lace until he moved the fabric aside and slid two fingers inside me. The pleasure was so intense that I sped up without thinking, faster, deeper, determined to take him to the edge.

I felt him tense, on the verge of losing control. I brought one hand to my own center and, barely a minute later, an uncontrollable wave swept through me. I shook from head to toe, eyes closed and my throat wanting to scream what it couldn’t, because my mouth was busy.

Almost at the same instant, he exploded. His body jerked and emptied into my mouth in long shudders I could barely contain. With my lips still full, I climbed up to kiss him, because I know how much it turns him on, and I wasn’t going to deny him that little indulgence.

***

We stayed entwined on the sheet for a while. I had pulled back the bedspread before he arrived, thinking ahead, so I wouldn’t have to make explanations afterward. After a few minutes I started caressing him again, and beneath my hands he regained his vigor with the speed only youth can give.

While I was busy bringing him back to life, he tugged at my robe to take it off me. I helped him and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. Adrián drew me to his mouth and devoured them, alternating between one and the other, licking and biting the nipples until he had me moaning and soaking wet again.

I straddled his face, pushing the fine lace of my panties out of the way. He did the rest, licking and sucking with a tongue that seemed able to read my mind. A shiver climbed up my back when he traced every fold until he reached where I needed him most, again and again, slow and steady.

My body started moving on its own, arching over his mouth, and with one hand I reached out to stroke him again. I was at a thousand. I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me completely.

As if he’d read my mind, he lifted me effortlessly and positioned me on all fours on the bed. He settled behind me, yanked my panties off in one pull, and after pressing against my entrance, he shoved in with all his strength until he was buried all the way to the hilt. I screamed, I didn’t moan, I screamed with sheer pleasure.

For a few seconds he didn’t move, letting me get used to him. Then, with a firm slap on each ass cheek, he began to move deep, pulling out almost completely only to drive back in to the very bottom. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and couldn’t keep quiet.

He held my breasts, squeezed my nipples with one hand and with the other used my hair like reins, tugging me toward him as he thrust. I didn’t last two more minutes. I exploded again, touching the sky, an electric shock that raised the hair all over my body and left me weak.

Adrián kept going with all his strength. I went along as best I could, though my body was begging for a respite, until I felt a thick heat filling me from within and a hoarse growl burst from his throat. His thrusts faded away until we were both lying there, side by side, catching our breath.

***

I looked at the clock on the bedside table: eight-thirty. Adrián had to leave, and I told him so. I didn’t even let him shower. I felt a little selfish, but that was the price of sleeping with a married woman like me, and he paid it gladly.

As soon as the door closed, the phone vibrated on the bedside table. A message:

—You were splendid, darling —it said.

—Thank you, my love. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did —I replied.

—More than enough. But don’t shower yet. I still have one last gift: coming up and licking clean everything he left inside you.

—You’re incorrigible, Gabriel —I answered.

My husband was texting me from the window of the apartment across the street, where he had spent the last hour with binoculars and the lights off. I had left the bedroom curtain and blind conveniently open. It was his birthday, and that year I had prepared the most original and daring gift of all: to watch, front row, another man enjoy what was his, knowing that the final turn, always, would be his.

I crossed the living room to the door and left the blind open again. Gabriel was already coming down. That night, the show was not over yet.