Voyeur

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.

From her sofa, Renata watched the four cameras in her parents’ home like a reality show. That afternoon, one screen showed her something impossible.

The proposal came with the third drink: each night, one of the four would be in charge in the other couple’s room. They said we’d start that very night.

I had five university students who paid well and started missing class. The solution came when my wife walked into the study and they all forgot their derivatives.

From my rooftop I had a direct view of my neighbor’s yard. I’d been watching her for weeks when I noticed something strange in her movements. I never imagined what I would discover.

I put on the sexiest underwear I owned and walked alone to the riverbank. That night I discovered the body always knows what it wants.

Her trousers traced every curve as she crossed the courtyard under that May sun. Magdalena knew they were looking. What she didn’t know was what two of them were planning.

She was 37, had a stunning body, and nearly a year of loneliness built up inside her. When she chose me at the gym, I knew some nights aren’t planned.

I ran out in my nightgown, naked underneath, with the vibrator in my hand. The door clicked shut, and I knew I was locked out. Someone was already in the hall.

I always trained alone, in silence, never looking at anyone. He’d been watching me for three months, and I found out when it was already too late to walk away.

When they moved into the building, my gray life found a focal point. What I didn’t expect was that point would end up consuming me completely.

We never talked about it, never discussed it. He came in her and turned his head toward me. That was enough to know what I was supposed to do.

Sofía had been wearing that mischievous look for weeks. When she suggested a stranger watch her touch herself on camera while I observed in silence, I said yes without hesitation.

We’d been married for twenty years, and then she started going to the gym, changing her clothes, checking her phone in the bathroom. Something was off. I decided to find out.

They were both standing in the doorway of my room, watching me sleep. She was touching herself. So was he. And when I opened my eyes, neither of them stopped.

I had been at the limit for a week. That Saturday night I put on my shortest dress, entered the club alone, and let desire take me all the way.

The teachers’ lounge seemed empty at that hour. I pushed the door open without knocking and there she was on the sofa, completely lost in herself.

When I reviewed the footage from the cameras she didn’t know existed, I saw my wife with him. In our bed. And instead of getting furious, I felt something dark I hadn’t expected.

The August heat crushed the apartment courtyard, and Adrián couldn’t take his eyes off the window opposite. Mrs. Valverde had no idea she was being watched.

The image was crystal clear: her lying on his lounger, in a bikini, with a smile that wasn’t for me. What came next left me speechless.