Voyeur

Three weeks after discovering the hidden monitors in my father-in-law’s office, the screen flickered on by itself, just as he was already behind his daughter.

The dress was French-blue voile, almost transparent. My father was in front of me. My husband to the left. And the French guest still didn’t understand what was going to happen that night.

I crossed the palace threshold wearing a golden mask and with my heart racing. That night, masked hands awaited me while he watched from the shadows.

When the screen came on, my sister-in-law was welcoming her two relatives in the living room with a smile I’d never seen at Sunday lunches.

I went to his house thinking I was doing a good deed. I found my photos on his phone, and what I did next I haven’t told anyone until today.

She wore fishnet stockings and a black skirt. I stood two meters away playing the stranger while he devoured her with his eyes from the floor.

The moment he shut the taxi door, his hands were already under my blouse. What came next the driver watched from the mirror, not missing a thing.

Lucía went upstairs with four women and closed the door. I stayed at the bar with their men. No one imagined what was about to happen in that booth.

Marcos almost choked when I told him what I’d done. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined in six years together.

What happened in that room was confidential. Nerea saw everything through the keyhole, her hand braced against the wall and her breath caught.

The bet was simple: the boldest costume wins. What Sonia didn’t expect was for Vera to walk out of her room wearing nothing but a bow and a smile.

She was telling him about her breakup when the couple below started kissing. They looked before they meant to. Then they couldn’t stop.

I went to change my shoes and ended up spying on the owners of the estate. The next morning, their daughter and mother made sure I took part too.

For months I’d been fantasizing about seeing her with another man. When I suggested the trip to Valeria, all three of us knew something was about to change forever.

When I saw him looking at her that way, instead of jealousy I felt something I hadn’t expected. That first day at the resort, we were no longer the same couple who had arrived that morning.

When my friend took her by the waist to guide her into the kitchen, something ignited in me. It wasn’t jealousy. It was something darker that I chose not to put out.

It was my first day settling into the house when I heard splashing in the pool. I looked out and saw them naked, kissing, completely unaware of me.

When Sandra came out of the shop with that smile I knew so well, I knew that night there was no turning back. I had given her permission. Now I just had to watch.

She got out of the car with her skirt raised, and her husband calmly asked me from the driver's seat if I liked what I saw.

Daniela had told me what turned her on was giving an experience like that to someone who would never expect it. That night in the desert, a trucker was chosen.