Voyeur

My wife agreed to pay an expert to massage me in front of her, but she didn’t expect to discover how much pleasure it gave her to watch another woman make me moan.

I arrived thinking we’d drink beer and celebrate his promotion. Carla opened the door in a tiny skirt and a sheer blouse. Damián still hadn’t arrived.

Carolina said she was bored of men. But when I dropped my pants beside her pool, her eyes never left me for a second.

My wife came back from that visit with a different gleam in her eyes. Her cousin was the only witness, and she took months to tell me what really happened.

That morning, when I half-opened my eyes on the mattress pushed up against the balcony, she was already there on hers, smoking, waiting for me to turn over.

The old neighbor gave me the betrayal photo before I said goodbye. I could only think about Sofía’s door and whether she’d let me back into her house.

I used the gap in the curtain to spy on her, but she caught me in the mirror and, instead of covering herself, began undressing for me again.

For years I’d watched my wife be flirted with at every gym gathering. That night, with the air already heated, it stopped being a game while I watched everything from the armchair.

Three days at the beach, five friends, and a phone that was never turned off. I thought I was among innocent laughs; others saw it as a show.

We climbed the rusty stairs and heard moans behind the curtain. I couldn’t stop watching—or feeling my best friend pressed against my shoulder.

Behind the dune, I thought no one could see us. I had two fingers inside Sofía when the brunette with braces turned, smiled at me, and began walking toward us.

I lowered my skirt’s zipper without knowing he was watching from the window across the street. What began as embarrassment became a game.

When she walked into her room naked except for the blouse, those white hips swaying, I knew I would never sleep in that house again without thinking of her.

I went downstairs looking for Mateo and Ricardo, and what I found behind the half-open door left me rooted to the hallway floor, breathless and unable to look away.

At five to four I was naked in the armchair, staring at the window across from me and waiting for her to come out and close hers.

When my mother and her friend showed up unannounced, my boyfriend was still naked in the pool and I was topless. What happened next still makes me smile.

Carlos couldn’t see the half-open curtain. I could. And the blonde watching me from the other side never took her eyes off me either. My body decided before I did.

The doorbell rang just as she finished hanging the laundry. I hid in the bedroom and watched her go answer it wearing nothing but wedges and a smile.

The gym showers have no doors. That morning I discovered the detail wasn’t a problem, but exactly what I’d been looking for without knowing it for years.

When I saw his silhouette crouched behind the glass, I knew he’d been watching us for a while. And instead of stopping, I held his gaze.