My Husband Wanted the Neighbor to See Me Naked

Damián had been away for more than a week, and the house had become far too big for me alone. What had started as a game between us—the idea of the neighbor watching me from his rooftop—had gotten under my skin and wouldn’t leave me in peace. I thought about it all the time, even when I shouldn’t.

Those days I didn’t hear a sound from the other side of the gate. Not a door, not a light turned on in the middle of the night. I assumed he had gone away too, for work or to visit his family, and part of me was relieved. Another, more honest part of me kept waiting.

Every night Damián called me on video chat. We left the curtains open, as a private wink between us, and touched ourselves from afar pretending someone was watching us from the dark. He asked me to come closer to the window, to let myself be seen. I obeyed, even though I knew there was no one on the other side.

—What that man is missing out on —Damián would say, his voice hoarse, before coming.

I laughed and played along, but inside something tightened. I wanted the next time not to be a lie.

***

The morning my husband was due back, I heard him. I had just gotten out of the shower, with wet hair and a towel barely knotted around me, when a creak on the other side of the wall made me turn my head. I leaned out slowly, careful not to be obvious, and there he was: standing on his rooftop, a few meters from my window, looking in.

My first impulse was to slam the curtains shut. My heart shot up into my throat. But then I remembered Damián’s voice, what he had asked me for so many times in my ear, and I stayed still. I moved a little away from the glass, just enough for him to think I hadn’t seen him, and started pretending to do a routine that had nothing innocent about it.

I took my creams from the dresser and lined them up one by one, as if I had all the time in the world. I let the towel fall, unhurried. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him tense, not moving from his spot, attentive to every gesture.

I started with my shoulders, then my breasts, lingering on every inch. I moved down over my stomach, my hips, my thighs. I lifted one leg onto the edge of the bed, pretending to focus on my foot, and in that position I opened myself completely to him without looking at him once. I heard his breathing change. When I barely lifted my gaze, I saw that he had started touching himself.

It didn’t last long. A couple of stifled gasps, a sudden movement, and he backed away from the window almost running, as if he feared I would catch him and be offended. I stayed there, pulse racing and skin burning, feeling powerful in a way I had never known.

***

That night I told Damián over the phone. We were both naked by then, in the middle of a hot conversation, when I let out what had happened.

—I have something to tell you, love. I don’t know how you’re going to take it.

—Tell me, pretty one. I’m all ears.

I narrated every detail: the open curtains, the towel on the floor, my leg on the bed, the way he had touched himself without knowing I was watching. Damián interrupted me at every sentence, his voice getting more and more agitated.

—Tell me you showed him everything. Tell me you let him look at you all he wanted.

—He saw me completely —I answered—. He scanned every inch of my body. And he came, I heard him.

—And you? Why didn’t you give him a real show?

—He didn’t give me time. He got scared and disappeared.

—Next time —he told me, in that voice I knew so well— let him come closer. Let him see you up close. And I want you to see him too.

No more was needed. I ended up trembling on the sheets, my fingers buried between my legs, and on the other end of the phone I heard him come, thinking exactly the same thing I was.

—I’m arriving tomorrow —he murmured—. And we’re going to make it worth it.

***

He kept his word. He arrived the next day like a teenager, burning, impatient for everything. He barely greeted me at the door before taking me up to the bedroom. The first thing he did was look at the curtains and make sure they were open.

He undressed me slowly, with that mix of haste and reverence he had when he’d gone too long without touching me. He laid me on the bed. I was wearing tiny, almost transparent thong panties that he himself had given me. He settled between my legs in boxer briefs, pulled my breasts out over my bra, and kissed them like he was hungry for me.

I could feel his hard erection rubbing against the fabric, and I answered with my hips, letting him know I was already ready. He pulled the thong aside, positioned the tip between my folds, and thrust into me in one shot.

At last, home.

He began a firm, hungry back-and-forth. He lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders, opening me completely. The beating of our bodies filled the room. I moaned louder and louder until the pressure broke and I exploded in a long orgasm that left me breathless.

Damián slowed down, gently, not pulling out completely.

—Ride me, love. I want to see you riding me.

I propped myself up to climb on top of him, and that was when we both saw him. The neighbor was standing by his wall, watching everything.

***

My instinct again was to cover myself. Damián noticed and held me by the waist, pulling me toward him to kiss me.

—Let him watch —he whispered in my ear—. Let him enjoy himself. We’ll act like we don’t notice. Act normal.

I nodded against his mouth. I stood up in front of the window, with my back to him, and Damián settled behind me. I felt his lips move down my nape, my back, the curve of my ass. I closed my eyes. His hand caressed me between my legs, opening me slowly, showing me to the stranger like an offering.

When I opened my eyes again, I looked for him. Now I did want to see him. He was erect, his cock in his hand, and for the first time I allowed myself to admire him without hiding it.

—Wow —I blurted out loud.

Damián leaned over my shoulder and gave a low laugh.

—Not bad at all, the boy. Admire him, love. He’s all yours tonight.

—I want to ride you —I asked him.

He lay back on the bed so I would be facing the window. I climbed on without thinking twice. I took his cock in my hands, positioned it at my entrance, and began to move, making sure the neighbor didn’t miss a single detail. He touched my breasts, pinched my nipples, and I looked him straight in the eye.

—Touch yourself for me —I told him.

It was the first time I had spoken to him directly. He took a step and came as close as the gate would allow, a few meters from the window, and began to masturbate, showing me everything.

—So good —I murmured, riding faster and faster—. Do it for me.

—You’re beautiful too —he replied, his voice breaking—. Thank you.

Damián stayed silent beneath me, listening, his breathing getting more agitated by the second. Every so often he gripped my hips and asked me in my ear whether I liked what I was seeing. I told him yes through my moans, never taking my eyes off the other man.

***

—Can I ask you for a favor? —the neighbor dared to say.

—Of course —Damián answered—. Tell me.

—Can you put her on all fours?

My husband didn’t hesitate. He rolled me over on the bed, placed me on all fours facing the window, and entered me again, this time with harder thrusts. I was screaming uncontrollably, clinging to the sheets, while the stranger followed every movement from the other side.

—Do you want to see me come? —he asked.

—Yes —I answered at once—. I want to see it.

A deep groan was all the warning he gave. He came hard, releasing one spurt after another that crossed the gate and fell onto my balcony. I never took my eyes off him for a second. Watching him finish for me, knowing my husband was pounding into me at the same time, was too much.

I lifted my gaze to Damián over my shoulder.

—Do you like it, love? Do you like seeing your wife like this?

—You’re delicious —he gasped—. This is how I wanted to see you. This is how I wanted someone else to admire you.

I burst in an orgasm that made me shake from head to toe. I felt his cock swell inside me and, an instant later, the heat of his release filling me completely. I collapsed onto the bed, spent, as if my whole body had been waiting for exactly that ending.

***

When I caught my breath, Damián leaned toward the window.

—How’s my wife? —he asked, with a smile he didn’t even try to hide.

—She’s marvelous —the neighbor replied, still catching his breath—. I truly appreciate it. Thank you for letting me watch.

—I’m only asking for discretion —Damián said—. Especially with people in the building.

—Don’t worry. I would never do anything that could expose you. You have my word.

Just then a call came through and he had to leave. Before disappearing, he looked at me one last time.

—Thank you, neighbor. You are an exceptional woman.

He left, and the rooftop fell silent again. Damián hugged me from behind and kissed my shoulder.

—Are you okay, pretty one?

—Better than okay —I replied, still vibrating all over—. And you?

—Wonderful. I’d been wanting this for weeks.

We stayed like that, tangled up on the sheets, looking at the open window. Something had changed between us that night, and we both knew it. It wouldn’t be the last time we left the curtains open.