We Were Looking for a Couple to Watch Us, Not for This

Carla had been turning the same fantasy over in her mind for months. She didn’t want to touch anyone, she said. She only wanted to watch. To look at another couple up close, to feel that tension of being a meter away from something forbidden without crossing the line. We talked about it at night, in bed, and the idea kept burrowing into our heads until one day we decided to make it real.

We posted an ad on a city forum: “Couple looking for a couple to watch and be watched.” Dozens of messages came in, most of them impossible. But with one of those couples, the conversation flowed differently. Their names were Andrés and Bianca. He had that calm confidence of someone who had already tried everything; she was curious, nervous, and confessed that it would be her first time with other people watching. That mix hooked us.

We met at their apartment on a Friday night. They lived alone, far from downtown. They welcomed us with beers, and the four of us sat in the living room talking, sizing each other up the way strangers do when they know why they’re there. We made the rule clear from the start: we could watch them, but we, at most, would stay in our underwear. Nothing more.

—I propose a game to loosen us up —Andrés said, opening another round—. Small dares, to get comfortable.

—I’m in —I replied—. Dares always end well.

—Knowing you, you’re going to ask for something crazy —Carla laughed.

—Let the dares be about what we came here to do —Bianca cut in, biting her lip—. In the end, it’s about watching, right?

We dealt the cards and started. The first to win was Andrés, who didn’t hesitate for a second.

—Like my wife said, we came here to watch each other. First dare: everyone takes off one item of clothing.

—At this rate we’ll end up with nothing on —Carla protested, even as she was already sliding one strap off her shoulder.

—That’s the idea, gorgeous —Bianca replied.

The next hand she won, and instead of asking for a dare, she asked for the truth.

—I don’t want a punishment. I want you to tell me something. Have you ever been with a woman?

Carla took a moment to answer. I knew her; I knew that question hit something in her.

—Once. It was an unexpected encounter, with some friends. I felt a woman for the first time, and I liked it more than I expected.

—So you’re curious, or bi —Andrés said with a smile.

—Let’s say she likes everything —I put in, and all four of us laughed.

The game went on, and the dares did their work. Item by item, we reached the point where all four of us were down to our underwear. Bianca was barely wearing a sheer bra that hid nothing and a tiny thong. Carla, more modest, was still wearing a regular bra, but below it she surprised me with a red string I hadn’t seen her put on. Seeing them like that, with the beers kicking in, had me hard before anything had even happened.

—Last hand —Andrés said—. All or nothing? Winner calls the shots and the dare is accepted without argument.

—Fine by me, I’m practically naked already —Bianca said with a shrug.

—I don’t know, not some over-the-top dare either —Carla hesitated.

What they didn’t know was that Carla and I weren’t “just a couple of friends,” as we had introduced ourselves. But that, tonight, didn’t matter.

I dealt, we played, and luck had it that I won. I didn’t think twice.

—Bianca, stand up and dance for Andrés. Slowly. And while you’re at it, let him strip you with his mouth.

I felt four eyes pinning me with a mix of surprise and mischief. She stood up without protesting and began moving in front of her husband, the rest of us seated on the floor in a circle. She brushed her ass across his face, slowly, and Andrés couldn’t take it: he dropped to his knees and pulled her thong down with his teeth. We were the audience for that scene, and none of our faces hid a thing.

***

Andrés took her by the waist and laid her back on the floor. Bianca was completely shaved, legs spread, exposed a hand’s breadth from our eyes.

—Beautiful, isn’t she? —he asked, proud.

—I don’t even know what to say. I’m jealous —I answered, and it was true.

Carla didn’t say a word. She only slowly shook her head, lips parted, not missing a single detail. Andrés lowered his face and started going down on his wife with a calm that had her moaning and writhing.

—Do you like what you’re seeing? —Bianca gasped, looking for us—. Come closer, so you can see it better.

—I love it —Carla murmured—. Seeing you like this turns me on so much.

I crawled until I was almost on top of them. I was more aroused than I remembered being in a long time, and Bianca noticed it.

—You really like it, don’t you? It shows —she told me between breaths.

Carla came over on the other side, until her skin and Bianca’s were almost touching. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Bianca caught Carla’s hand and brought it to her breast.

—Touch me, squeeze it. It drives me crazy.

Carla said nothing. She left her hand there, squeezing slowly, while she kept watching Andrés devour his wife. The line we had drawn when we arrived was beginning to blur, and none of the four of us did anything to defend it.

—Now it’s my turn to enjoy myself —Andrés said, sitting up.

He took off his boxers and let his erection stand exposed. I saw Carla glance at it out of the corner of her eye. Bianca dropped to her knees and started sucking him, slowly, looking him in the eyes, with us only inches away.

—Carla, come here, look at this up close —he called to her.

Carla came over on her knees. The red string was soaked; she was wet, there was no need to touch her to know it. She had always said oral sex wasn’t really her thing, but in moments like that you forget everything you think you are.

—Martín, do you like the way she sucks me off? —Andrés asked, dragging the words out through the beers.

—Looks like she’s been doing it for years —I admitted.

Bianca took his cock out of her mouth, looked at her husband as if asking for something, for a silent approval he gave back with his eyes. Then she turned toward Carla, held her face softly, and spoke in a low voice.

—I can feel you so close I think you need to try it.

She took Carla’s hand to Andrés’s erection. Carla said nothing. She accepted it, leaned in, and suddenly the conditions we had agreed on when we walked in were shattered. There was no longer any “just watching.” Bianca, meanwhile, came toward me and settled in the same way she had with her husband.

—Your friend looks more than ready. I want to know what he tastes like.

I looked at Andrés. He gave me a sign: go ahead. By the time I reacted, she had already pulled down my boxers and had me in her mouth. And I found out that what I had seen was true: she was incredible at it. She was the boldest of all of them, always. While she sucked me off, her hand found Carla, who was still focused on Andrés without flinching. On the contrary, she spread her legs a little to make room for her.

—With your permission, friend, I want to taste your wife —I blurted out.

—You don’t need his permission, I want to too —Bianca answered for him—. But Andrés knows how I like it.

***

Without anyone giving any more orders, everything rearranged itself on its own. Bianca got on all fours. Andrés moved Carla and placed her in front of his wife, also on her knees, and he stretched out under Carla. What came next I remember like a frozen image: Carla sucking Andrés while Bianca went down on her. I stayed there, watching, hypnotized, until Andrés snapped me out of it.

—Aren’t you going to try it?

I didn’t think. I buried my face between Bianca’s legs, tasting her, with the image of Carla enjoying herself burned into my head. We stayed like that for a long while, until Andrés decided it was time to move on to more.

—We’ve barely started —Bianca protested.

But he was already behind her. I saw him enter her and all she could do was moan. Carla turned to watch them, came over to my side with hard nipples and ragged breathing.

—Fantasy fulfilled? —I asked in her ear.

—Fulfilled and so much more —she answered.

We looked at each other and both knew what was missing. I took my hand to her sex, already soaked, laid her down beside Bianca, and entered her slowly, face-to-face. Now it was truly a complete “watch and be watched”: the two couples fucking, the two women staring at each other between moans, the faces twisted with pleasure. We came almost at the same time, and for a moment all that could be heard was our breathing.

—Can I use the bathroom? —Carla asked.

—Of course, I’ll go with you, I need to go too —Bianca replied.

They went off together toward the bathroom. Andrés looked at me, laughing.

—I know Bianca. She’s not just going to keep her company.

—And Carla, the way she is tonight, I doubt anything will stop her —I admitted.

Ten minutes passed. In the end we went too, using the bathroom as our excuse. What we found when we opened the bedroom door was not what I expected: Bianca stretched out on the bed and Carla on all fours at the edge, going down on her. I froze in place. Bianca saw us and motioned for us to come closer. Andrés didn’t hesitate: he positioned himself behind Carla and plunged his tongue into her. I stayed standing, watching, stroking myself to get hard again.

—Now I understand why you liked it so much —Andrés told his wife.

—Imagine what the other thing will be like —Bianca replied.

—Why imagine it?

Andrés was hard again already. He pressed the tip against Carla and teased her a little, waiting. She was too absorbed in what she was doing to protest, and when she felt him enter her she let everything else go to focus on enjoying it. Seeing her face-on, being fucked by someone else while Bianca came looking for my mouth with hers, was one of the hottest images I can remember. Bianca got on all fours in front of Carla and I entered her, feeling her wet and tight.

We changed positions, laid them both on their backs with their legs over our shoulders, going in as deep as we could. You only had to look at their faces and hear the moans to know we were close. The four of us came almost at once, undone, and we collapsed onto the bed to catch our breath.

We stayed like that for a while, talking about what had happened, laughing at how the “just watching” rule had lasted less time than the first beer. We said goodbye at the door with the promise to do it again soon, with no rules left to break, now with the confidence of knowing exactly why we’d be seeing each other again.