I Ordered Him to Watch His Wife While He Obeyed Me

The sun of the sierras fell thick over the thermal resort, but no heat burned me as much as the one building in my room. From the second-floor window I had been watching him all morning: Damián. The very image of youth, a body still unfinished, and eyes that betrayed a hunger his wife—thin, newly married, too busy trying to look perfect—could not satisfy.

I was forty-three, and every one of my curves had been shaped with patience. I was not a girl. I was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. And that afternoon I wanted him on his knees, mouth open and cock hard, before he realized I had already decided for both of us.

I went down to the pool unhurried. The swimsuit I had chosen was not meant for swimming; it was meant to make a man forget how to breathe. The fabric sank between my tits and climbed up my ass like a second skin, outlining every fold of my cunt. I walked along the edge feeling the weight of his gaze before I even saw it, and when I sat in the lounger across from his, I knew I already had him. His wife was talking to him about something—the lunch, the afternoon excursion, it didn’t matter—and he nodded without listening, eyes fixed on the line of my cleavage and on the bulge already showing between his legs.

I let the water slide slowly down my neck, over my breasts, over my stomach. I adjusted the fabric over my pubis with two fingers, pretending modesty, when in fact I was pressing it in just enough to hint at my lips. Every drop was a silent order. Look. Keep looking. You won’t be able to stop. You’re already getting hard, little one, I can see it.

***

I waited for his wife to get in the water before moving. I watched her swim away toward the deep end and took those seconds to lean just a little toward him, enough that no one else could hear.

—Seems like the heat is affecting you more than it should —I said, glancing down for an instant at his crotch and then back to his eyes without bothering to hide it—. It shows all over you, Damián. That short does nothing to hide you.

Damián swallowed. He opened his mouth to say something and nothing came out. He was a well-raised boy, one of those who don’t know what to do when a woman speaks to them without asking permission.

—Your wife is pretty —I went on, and let the word hang a beat too long—. But there are things she’ll never do for you. Things you only learn with someone who already knows them. I’m going to teach you how to fuck, little one. How to really fuck. Room 214. Come up in ten minutes. Don’t knock, the door will be open.

I stood up without waiting for an answer. Rules aren’t negotiated: they’re stated. I felt his eyes climbing with me all the way up the stairs, fixed on the ass swaying right in front of his nose, and that certainty pleased me more than any touch.

***

He came up in eight.

I heard him push the door open carefully, like someone entering a place he could not quite believe existed. I was standing in the center of the room, still in my wet swimsuit, the curtain filtering a golden light that fell over the bed I had deliberately left unmade.

—Close it —I said.

He closed it.

—Come here. Slowly.

He advanced. His hands were shaking a little and I loved that, because it meant he understood where he was standing. When I had him in front of me, I pressed a finger to his chest and shoved him back just enough for him to take a step and end up against the wall.

—Things work one way in here —I explained, tracing his jaw with my nail—. I talk, you do. Don’t touch me until I tell you to. Clear?

—Yes —he murmured.

—Yes, what?

I saw him hesitate, searching for the right answer like a nervous student. Then he dropped his gaze.

—Yes, ma’am.

I smiled. He learned fast.

I unfastened his shorts without rushing, enjoying the way his breathing quickened with each movement of my fingers. When I freed him, his cock sprang out, hard as stone, thick, the tip already wet with pre-cum, pulsing against the air. I looked at it without touching it, letting him see the way I looked at it.

—Look what you’ve got here —I said, blowing lightly over the glans—. And you had all this cock saved up for that little girl. What a waste.

—Hands still —I reminded him when he tried to reach for me—. I said don’t touch me.

He obeyed. He clenched his fists at his sides and bit his lip not to break the rule. That image—a young, strong man, cock standing up and unable to touch anything—was a thousand times hotter than any rush.

I knelt in front of him, but not to please him: to take control from below, which is where command works best. I brushed his cock with closed lips, from base to tip, in a long kiss that was not a kiss. I ran my tongue flat over his balls, slowly, feeling them tighten. I worked my way back up, licking the thick vein running along the underside, and when I reached the glans I opened my mouth just a little, enough to let the heat of my breath touch it without my lips brushing him.

—Please —he blurted out.

—Please what?

—Please, ma’am.

—Better.

I took him all the way in with one movement. I felt his knees buckle when my throat closed around the head, and I stayed there, swallowing, with my nose pressed to his pubis, until he had to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling. Then I eased back slowly, sucking hard, leaving a strand of saliva hanging from my lip. I took him in again. Out. In. Out. With my eyes locked on his so he would never forget who was in charge.

—You like waiting —I said, letting him out with an obscene pop and taking him in my hand, jerking him slowly—. You’re going to learn to do it right. No coming yet. If you cum in my mouth without permission, you leave and you don’t come back.

I felt him tremble. I squeezed the base with two fingers, cutting off the impulse, and took him deep again. I licked his balls one by one, took them into my mouth, let them go with a wet kiss. When I had him on the edge I let go all at once, stood up, and turned my back to him.

—Now breathe. And wait.

***

I brought him to the window when he could no longer hold himself up. I drew the curtain back just a little. Below, in the pool, his wife was still swimming from one end to the other, oblivious, perfect in her ignorance.

—Look at her —I ordered, standing behind him and running my nails down his back to his waist—. Don’t take your eyes off her.

I felt him tense. Guilt and desire wrestled in his body, and I knew which one would win. It always does.

—I can’t —he whispered.

—Yes, you can. And you will. Every time you feel something, look at her and remember you chose to be here, cock out, while your wife swims downstairs thinking you’re such a good boy.

I slipped out of my swimsuit. The fabric fell to the floor and I stood naked behind him, my tits pressed against his back, my cunt already soaked against his ass. I grabbed his cock from the front with the hand still wet with saliva from before, and began stroking him slowly while I watched his wife with him.

—You suck her tits well too, don’t you? Come on, tell me.

—Sometimes.

—Sometimes. How sad. Mine, you’re going to eat whenever I say.

I turned him to face the glass. The room looked out onto a narrow balcony and the railing sat right at the edge of the afternoon light. I pushed him over there, where the risk of being seen made everything sharper, and leaned over the railing, offering him the ass he had watched so much at the pool. I spread myself with my hands, showing him everything, cunt and ass shining in the sun.

—Now, yes —I told him—. But at my pace. If you rush, I stop. Put it in slowly. All of it. I want to feel every last centimeter.

I felt the tip pushing at my cunt opening, sliding over how wet I was. Damián drew in a breath and started to slide in. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, holding himself back, clenching his teeth not to cum on the first thrust. When he had himself all the way inside, he froze, panting against the back of my neck.

—Good, little one. Now move. Slow. Come almost all the way out and back in.

He obeyed. He pulled out until only the head stayed inside me and pushed back in slowly, releasing a muffled groan when my cunt closed around him. Again. Again. I tightened my inner muscles with each retreat, milking him, making him feel every inch.

—Harder. Now yes. Fuck me the way you want to fuck her and don’t dare.

He let go. He started really pounding into me, with hard thrusts that made my belly hit the railing. Each stroke tore a moan from me that I had to bite back so it wouldn’t slip out through the open window. The pool was still below, his wife was still swimming, and his cock was going in and out of the cunt of the woman she believed was just another guest.

—Spit on my ass —I ordered, arching my back.

He spat. I felt the warm stream fall between my cheeks and trail downward. I grabbed his hand from behind and brought it there, forcing him to smear me with two fingers, to play with the entrance of my ass while he kept fucking my cunt. He let out a curse against my shoulder.

—No, ma’am, like this I’m going to cum.

—Hold it. Hold it or I kick you out.

He held it. I set the rhythm with my voice, slowing him when he sped up, releasing him when he deserved it. I turned around and threw him onto the bed, climbing on top. I sat on his cock in one hard drop, riding him with my hands on his chest, letting him see my tits bouncing in front of his face. He tried to grab them.

—Hands.

He dropped them.

—Now yes. Suck.

I shoved a nipple into his mouth and he sucked on it like his life depended on it. I ground down on his cock with circular motions, rubbing my clit against his pubis, feeling myself fill up completely with every stroke. I switched nipples. I covered his face with both tits. I came on top of him in a long shudder, biting his shoulder, clenching around him with spasms that tore a groan from him.

—Now you —I allowed, gasping—. Inside. I want to feel it all.

When I finally let him finish, he did it with a shudder that started in his legs, emptying into me in spurts I could feel pulsing one by one, biting his fist to keep from shouting and giving us away. He lay against the mattress, wrecked, his cock still inside, leaking semen, looking at me with a mix of gratitude and fear I knew well. I got up slowly and let the cum drip down his stomach. I collected it with two fingers and put them in his mouth.

—Taste it.

He sucked my fingers without protest.

—That was a lesson —I said, fixing my hair in front of the mirror—. And it’s not over yet.

***

He came back that same night, just as I knew he would. But he didn’t come alone.

I had instructed him before he left. “If you want to come back, bring someone worth it. I decide the rest.” He had taken it as a test more than a request, and there he was, standing in the hallway with a friend from the resort, both of them wearing that nervous smile of people crossing a line they never thought they’d cross.

—Come in —I said—. And listen carefully, because the rules are the same for both of you.

The friend—Tomás, he was called—was older than Damián, more confident, one of those who think they know things. Those are my favorites, because the fall is longer. I made them sit on the edge of the bed, one beside the other, and walked slowly in front of them like someone inspecting troops. I untied my robe. Underneath I had nothing. Both of them swallowed at the same time.

—No one does anything in here unless I say so —I began—. No touching each other, no touching me, no breathing hard without permission. Whoever breaks a rule leaves with a hard cock and without cumming. Understood?

—Yes, ma’am —Damián answered immediately.

Tomás took a beat too long. I looked at him until he understood.

—Yes, ma’am —he repeated, and something in his tone softened.

I had them strip right there, standing, facing each other. Tomás was thicker; Damián was longer. I compared them out loud, sparing them no detail, and enjoyed seeing them blush for the first time in years. I sat on the edge of the bed and made them come closer, one on each side. I grabbed both at once, one cock in each hand, weighing them by feel.

—Let’s see who lasts longer.

I jerked them off slowly, with the same rhythm, watching the one who moved first. When Tomás started panting harder, I let go of his cock and focused on Damián. When Damián got close, I switched. I drove them to the edge again and again without letting either finish, until both were trembling, standing there like two teenagers.

—To the bed. Tomás, on your back.

He lay down. I climbed on top, grabbed his cock, and impaled myself on it in one hard thrust. I closed my eyes for a second to adjust to the thickness and then started moving. I called Damián with two fingers.

—Come here. Put it in my mouth.

Damián climbed up with one knee beside Tomás and brought his cock to my face. I took him in all the way while I rode the other, alternating moans with gags, letting saliva drip onto Tomás’s balls. I had both of them, one inside and one inside, and they looked at me as if they had never seen a woman fuck.

I changed positions several times that night. Sometimes one of them would fuck me from behind while the other stuffed my mouth; sometimes I’d place both of them standing in front of me, kneeling between them, sucking them in turn, spitting, meeting their eyes. At one point I had them jerk themselves off in front of my face while I fingered my cunt, ordering them not to cum until I told them to. Both of them held on. Both of them learned.

When I finally gave them permission, I had them both finish at the same time over my face and tits. Thick spurts, one from each side, filled my open mouth and ran down my neck. Damián, who had already learned his lesson from the afternoon, moved with a calm Tomás still didn’t have, and I enjoyed teaching the second man what the first had understood against the window.

I kept them like that for hours. Damián’s guilt had evaporated entirely; now there was only surrender, that complete yielding you only get when someone stops fighting what they want. Tomás lasted longer, but he fell too, and seeing both of them hanging on my voice, waiting for orders, with their cocks hard again after cumming twice each, was the real pleasure of the night.

***

At dawn I kicked them out. Not out of cruelty: out of method. The one who stays the night confuses desire with something else, and I wasn’t there for that.

Damián stopped at the door before leaving. He had that look of someone who wants to say something and can’t find the way.

—Tomorrow? —he asked at last.

I looked at him from the bed, unhurried, still naked, with marks from both their mouths all over my body, letting the question hang just as it had that afternoon by the pool.

—We’ll see tomorrow —I said—. If you behave yourself with your wife at breakfast and don’t show anything, maybe I’ll come get you. And this time I’ll teach you how to eat pussy properly. You’re going to have your face pressed against me an hour before I let you put a finger inside me.

He closed the door softly. I was left alone in room 214, listening to the silence of the sleeping resort, knowing that downstairs, in some room, a twenty-something boy was going to spend the night with a hard cock, thinking about a rule he was only just beginning to understand: that real power isn’t in taking, but in making yourself desired until the other begs to obey.

I turned off the light. Tomorrow, maybe, I’d give him another lesson.