Voyeur

I accepted the dare without suspecting that the fifth photo would lead me to a deserted cove, facing a stranger stretched out under the last ray of sunlight.

When I saw them adjust their pants after watching her stretch in the kitchen, I knew that summer was going to be different. And I’d make sure it went there.

I woke up hard, decided not to jerk off the usual way, and went cruising. What I didn’t expect was to end up kneeling with three cocks around my face.

When my husband got up to go to the bathroom, I knew the man at the next table would come over. I still hadn’t told him I was afraid to go back to something like that.

I didn’t want her to belong to anyone else. And yet every night I closed my eyes and imagined her giving herself to men who didn’t even look at me.

When he told me, “Take off your blouse in the parking lot,” I thought it was a joke. Ten minutes later, his wife was watching us from her bed on a video call.

On the first afternoon, she stepped onto the terrace with the towel hanging by two fingers. Below, there were people. Above, neighboring balconies. And she lit a cigarette without rushing.

I walked to the park sucking on a lollipop, my skirt so short the cool air brushed me, knowing anyone who passed by could see me.

I went up to the fifth floor expecting coffee and an explanation. She still had a report unfinished. I had no idea her lover was watching everything from the next office.

When I followed the sound of her music to the old closet in my office, I didn’t expect to find slits that opened right onto the changing room where she undressed.

I asked her to open her legs at the gas station, and the attendant’s eyes nearly popped out. That morning we learned that being watched got us hotter than anything.

I was always the one letting him watch. That afternoon I flipped the game: I sat him in the armchair and let my best friend do to him what he had been imagining.

My niece climbed into my bed with an indecent proposal, and I never imagined my son would be spying on us from the hallway door.

That afternoon, while Sofía tried on lingerie in front of the mirror, my husband and I discovered we had gone months without looking at each other like that.

I crouched among the pines and watched Bruno kneel before a stranger. In that moment, I understood why he'd been avoiding me for weeks.

When she got into her trusted cab wearing a short dress and nothing underneath, neither she nor the driver imagined how far the game would go in the rearview mirror.

When I opened the recent files folder, the images appeared as thumbnails. I wanted to close it fast, but she was already looking at the screen with me, in silence.

In the darkness of my room, nobody could see me. Or so I thought, until he came to his window and kept looking toward me longer than he should have.

When Mateo took off his swim trunks, I saw my wife stop moving her eyes. I was too drunk to stop what that look had just begun to promise.

In the dressing room, Daniela chose the red dress that allowed no underwear. She didn’t know it would make her the obsession of the entire channel.