I Put Myself on Display for His Friend and Ended Up Soaked

After that first night when my husband discovered how turned on I got from feeling watched, the subject didn’t come up again right away, but it stayed lodged in our minds like a glowing ember. For several days, every comment, every look, and every brush against each other at home ended up leading to the same thing: his friend Darío. My husband, Julián, pretended to talk about work or some other triviality, but he always ended up giving me a sideways smile and asking whether I had also noticed the way Darío looked at me.

Of course I had noticed. Darío wasn’t very good at hiding his desire, and he didn’t seem particularly interested in concealing it when he was with me, either. It didn’t bother me. Quite the opposite. Knowing that a man outside my bed was undressing me with his eyes in front of my own husband turned me on in a way that was difficult to explain.

On Tuesday afternoon, Julián came home saying he had been at Darío’s apartment to look at a computer and have a few beers. He told me in that casual tone he uses when he wants to play innocent. I looked at him and asked directly whether he had told Darío anything about us, about that game where he had let me show more than I should.

“I didn’t show him anything,” he replied, “but the subject did come up. I told him you hadn’t covered yourself right away that time, and he said that if you didn’t, it was because deep down you wanted him to see you.”

I felt heat between my legs when I heard that. Not from embarrassment. From the kink of it. Because he was right.

Then Julián told me that Darío would be coming over on Friday afternoon, again under the pretext of working on the computer. He let it out while pouring himself some water, as if it were nothing, and then added the important part: he wanted me to receive him dressed up for him. Not pretty for going out. Not elegant for dinner. Dressed to provoke him.

He showed me the dress he had bought days earlier, which was still hanging in the closet. It was short and tight, with half of the back exposed and a neckline that barely made any effort to contain my tits. When I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror, I immediately understood what he was after. The fabric hugged my body in such a way that every curve stood out. He also wouldn’t let me put on panties or a bra.

“I want you to open the door for him like that,” he told me, looking me up and down. “And then you’re going to take a shower once he’s here.”

I laughed, thinking he was only saying it to provoke me, but he continued giving me instructions in complete seriousness. He wanted me, when I came out of the shower, to cross the hall wrapped in nothing but a towel and enter the bedroom with the door half open. From the study, where they would be sitting, part of our bedroom could be seen. If I moved naturally beside the dresser, Darío would be able to see me naked without anyone having to say a word.

“Isn’t that too much?” I asked him.

“That’s exactly why it’s perfect,” he answered. “It’ll look like an accident. And I swear he’s going to go crazy.”

The idea made me swallow. There was something incredibly powerful about knowing I was exposed like that, a few yards away, while a third man tried to keep his composure. What turned me on most wasn’t simply that he would see me; it was that Julián wanted to offer me up to his eyes.

There wasn’t much time left before Darío arrived when I finished getting ready. I put on the dress and a pair of sandals, let my hair down, and barely used any makeup. When I came out of the bathroom and Julián saw me, he gave a low laugh and came toward me as if he couldn’t help himself. He pulled the neckline aside with both hands and almost completely pulled my tits out.

“That’s how you should open the door for him,” he murmured.

He didn’t stop there. He manhandled them roughly, squeezing my nipples between his fingers until they were hard, and then lifted my dress over my hips. His hand plunged between my legs and immediately found what he had already expected. I was wet even before he touched me.

“You’re getting soaked,” he said with a bastard’s grin.

“Stop,” I whispered, pushing his wrist away. “If you keep this up, I won’t even be able to walk when he gets here.”

“If he rings the bell now, you open the door with your hand still buried in there.”

He slapped my ass and made me hastily put myself back together. I adjusted my neckline again, though it was pointless: my tits were still showing far too much, and my nipples were clearly outlined. When the doorbell finally rang, I looked at myself for a second in the entryway mirror and took a deep breath before opening.

Darío froze when he saw me. He should have said hello first, but the first thing his eyes did was drop to my chest. It wasn’t a polite glance. It was a slow, shameless descent, as if he needed to make sure he was seeing correctly. Then he looked me in the face, trying to pull himself together.

“Come in,” I said, giving him two kisses on the cheek.

I noticed his breathing grow a little tenser when my body brushed against his. I also noticed that when I moved away, he looked me up and down without even trying to hide it anymore. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that, instead of simply letting him enter, I said I was going to get a chair from the kitchen so they would be more comfortable. I walked in front of him as calmly as possible, feeling the dress ride up my thighs and cling to my buttocks.

From behind, with the light coming in from the side, it would have been obvious that I wasn’t wearing panties. That was precisely what I wanted him to see.

Julián was already in the computer room when we went in. They put on a bit of a performance with cables, programs, and files, but I was barely listening. I offered them beer and said I was going to shower before it got any later. Darío looked up at that moment, and I swear his face showed a mixture of interest and nerves.

I walked slowly to the bathroom, feeling his eyes fixed on my ass. I set the beers down first and bent over more than necessary as I placed one on the table, just so he could see up close that the neckline was holding nothing in. Julián didn’t say a word, but his crooked smile told me he was enjoying it as much as I was.

The shower relaxed my body, though it didn’t take away my arousal. Quite the opposite. The hot water made me aware of how sensitive my pussy was, how tense my nipples were, and how badly I wanted it after everything that had been building since before I opened the door. When I finished, I dried myself slowly and wrapped myself in a small towel, enough to cover the bare minimum.

I stepped into the hall with my heart racing. I didn’t look toward the study. That was part of the game: acting as if I didn’t know I was being watched. I entered the bedroom and, once I was in the area where they couldn’t see me clearly from outside, I let the towel fall.

My skin prickled instantly. I was completely naked, in full view of a man who wasn’t my husband, even if he was some distance away. I walked toward the dresser slowly, pretending to look for clothes. I opened drawers I didn’t need to open, bent over more than once, and turned my body as if I couldn’t decide what to put on. I didn’t need to check whether Darío was watching. I knew. I could feel it.

I made two more trips from one side of the bedroom to the other, letting him see my ass, my tits swaying as I walked, and the wet triangle between my legs. The kink of it had made me so sensitive that I ended up running a finger over my pussy almost unconsciously. When I pulled it out, it was glistening.

In the end, I put on a short sleep set: tiny shorts and a thin shirt without a bra. I didn’t put on panties, either. If the dress had been an obvious provocation, this was worse because it looked innocent. But all it took was a slight bend or an awkward sit to show everything.

When I went back to them, Darío stopped pretending to pay attention to the screen. He looked at me as if I had just stepped out of one of his fantasies. I went to the kitchen for something to snack on and drinks for the three of us, and Julián appeared behind me only a few seconds later.

“He saw you completely naked,” he whispered in my ear, pressing himself against my back. “He didn’t take his eyes off the room for a second.”

His hand slid down my waist and slipped inside my little shorts without asking permission. His fingers immediately found my open, wet pussy. He brushed my lips, then pushed one finger all the way in and slowly pulled it out, holding it up glistening before my eyes.

“Look how wet you are from putting yourself on display for him.”

“Keep going and I’m not leaving the kitchen,” I murmured back.

Julián grabbed one of my tits beneath my shirt, pinched my nipple, and then turned me just enough to kiss my neck. I was about to spread my legs right there. Not only because of his touch, but because of what it meant: he was using me to arouse another man, and it had me completely out of control.

We went back to the living room with the drinks. I sat beside Julián and across from Darío. I crossed one leg over the other because I could already feel the fabric damp between my thighs and didn’t want the stain to be too obvious so soon. Even so, I opened my legs a little as I settled in and saw the exact moment Darío’s gaze dropped to my thighs.

The movie we put on remained in the background. We barely paid attention to it. We talked about anything and everything, but beneath the conversation the same filthy current kept running. Julián stroked my thigh, moving higher and higher, making no effort whatsoever to hide it. Darío saw it. I also saw that he saw it. That triangle of silences drove me crazy.

I went to the bathroom once, and when I stood up, Julián squeezed my ass, sliding his hand inside my shorts. When he pulled it out, he left the fabric caught between my buttocks. I deliberately left it that way and crossed the hall, feeling the air against my skin. If Darío was already aroused, that left him with no doubt about what I was provoking.

Later, Julián suggested making some drinks and playing cards. Darío went to the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to carry glasses and ice in from the kitchen. I was taking things from the high cabinet when I heard him come in behind me. I didn’t turn around immediately. I stayed with my back to him, stretched out, my shirt riding up over my waist and my shorts outlining my ass.

“What should I take?” he asked in a low voice.

I took the container of ice and leaned toward the freezer without bending all the way down, giving him a shameless view of my buttocks and the damp edge of fabric between them.

“This,” I said, handing it to him.

His fingers touched mine for a second longer than normal. When I raised my face to look at him, he was breathing through his mouth. I no longer had any doubts: he didn’t merely desire me; he was suffering from wanting me.

The drinks helped loosen the atmosphere even more. Julián kept groping me between rounds, barely brushing my pussy through the fabric. I shifted in my chair and squeezed my legs together, but instead of hiding it, I ended up making it worse. Every time I moved apart a little, I saw Darío watching that gesture.

At one point Julián got up to fetch more ice and left us alone. The silence between Darío and me felt much heavier than usual. He looked straight at me, then at my mouth, then at my cleavage.

“Your husband knows exactly what he’s doing, doesn’t he?” he said at last.

“Yes,” I replied. “And so do I.”

I watched him swallow. There was no innocence left after that. When Julián returned, he found us looking at each other that way, as if the game had suddenly changed. He smiled, set down the glasses, and sat without hurry.

“I think we’ve had enough theater,” he said. “Darío, if you want to look at her properly, look at her. If you want to tell her what she does to you, tell her.”

I felt a lash of heat in my belly. Darío opened his mouth, closed it, and then let out his breath. His eyes didn’t leave me.

“You’ve had my cock hard since you opened the door,” he admitted. “Probably before that, but now I can’t even hide it.”

I bit my lip. Julián glanced at me and stroked the inside of my thigh.

“Show him what he’s done to you,” he ordered in a low voice.

His command turned me on more than I expected. I slowly spread my legs. My shorts were already wet in the center, darkened by my fluids. Darío’s eyes locked onto the spot. Julián slipped two fingers beneath the fabric, moved it aside, and sank them into my pussy with a slow, dirty motion. I moaned before I could stop myself.

“Look,” he told his friend, pulling them out and displaying them glistening. “This is your fault too.”

I lifted my hips, seeking more. Julián pushed his fingers back inside me, deeper this time, while squeezing one of my tits with his other hand. The thin shirt was useless; he pushed it up until my breasts were bare. Darío didn’t blink.

“Come closer,” Julián said.

Darío obeyed and knelt in front of me. Seeing him there, so focused on my soaked pussy, filled me with a mixture of embarrassment and power. Julián spread my legs wider and pulled my shorts completely aside. The air touched my exposed skin, and I immediately felt Darío’s breath close to me.

“I want to smell her,” he murmured, as if asking permission.

“Smell her, then eat her,” Julián answered for me.

The first contact of his mouth was a slow lick from underneath up to my clitoris. A moan rose straight into my throat. Darío wasn’t timid about kissing; he licked with restrained hunger, as if he had wanted this for hours and had finally been let off the leash. He opened me wider with his fingers and ate my pussy with brutal concentration, using his broad, wet tongue insistently.

I gripped the back of the chair while Julián kissed my neck and squeezed my tits. Every time Darío found the exact spot on my clitoris, my body jerked on its own. Julián encouraged him with direct, filthy phrases, telling him not to treat me gently, to lick me properly, to make me come.

Darío obeyed better than I expected. He pushed his tongue inside me and then added two fingers, pulling them out and thrusting them back in while his mouth continued working above. The wet sounds filled the room. I could no longer hold a conversation or maintain a pose; I only opened my legs wider and let him do it, completely surrendered to the kink of having my husband’s friend eat my pussy in front of him.

“That’s it, fuck... yes...” I babbled.

Julián gripped my jaw so I would look at him.

“Tell him who’s doing this to you.”

I looked at Darío, kneeling between my legs, his mouth shining with my fluids.

“You, you bastard... you’ve got me this wet.”

That was enough to make him increase his pace. His tongue became harder and more precise, and when he sucked my clitoris while thrusting his fingers deep inside me, I came with a powerful convulsion, squeezing his head between my thighs. I moaned so loudly that I no longer cared who might hear us. The orgasm left me trembling, wet, and open.

Darío stood up slowly. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable. Julián saw it and gave a low laugh.

“Take it out,” he told him. “Now that you’ve tasted her, let her see the cock you’ve been imagining her with all night.”

Darío hesitated for a second, but finally unbuttoned his pants and pulled out a hard, thick cock, slightly shiny at the tip. I looked at it without hiding my interest. It turned me on more than I wanted to admit. Julián gently took me by the hair and pushed me a little forward.

“Now show him how you suck.”

I knelt in front of Darío, still breathing unevenly. I took him by the base and ran my tongue over the tip before putting him in my mouth. The first groan he let out was hoarse and surprised. He liked it more than he had imagined. I was enjoying it too much as well: the weight on my tongue, the heat, the salty taste of the arousal that had built up over hours.

I lowered myself little by little, taking more and more until I felt his hand on the back of my head. He didn’t push violently, but he did push with clear need. I let him. Julián stood behind me, stroking my ass and spreading my buttocks to watch me suck his friend.

“Look at her,” he told him. “She’s swallowing your cock like she’s been waiting for months.”

I took my mouth off him for a moment just to answer:

“Maybe I have.”

They both laughed, and I continued sucking with a faster rhythm. I licked the tip, wrapped his shaft in saliva, and alternated deep suction with slow licks along the frenulum. Darío was already trembling. Julián then lifted my shirt all the way, grabbed my tits, and began pinching my nipples while I worked below. That double control drove me crazy.

They made me stand up and lean over the low table in the living room. Julián pulled my shorts all the way down and stared at my swollen, wet pussy. He opened me with his fingers and displayed me to Darío as if he were showing off a possession that invited use.

“Put it in,” he said.

Darío’s first thrust was slow, testing. He slid in easily because I was still soaked. When I felt him completely inside me, I moaned against the table. This was no longer a fantasy, a look, or a game. It was another man’s cock inside my pussy, with my husband behind me watching him fuck me.

Darío began moving carefully at first, but Julián soon demanded more.

“Don’t fuck her like she’s made of glass. Fuck her for real.”

That changed everything. Darío grabbed my hips and began pounding me hard, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. The sound of wet impacts filled the room. I opened my mouth, panting, and Julián took advantage of it to put two fingers inside. He made me suck them while watching his friend take me.

“That’s how I like you,” he told me. “All open, all slutty, so they can look at you and use you.”

The rawness of his words pushed me even higher. Darío fucked me better the more he let himself go; he changed the angle, spread my legs wider, and began driving deeper. Every thrust shook my tits. Julián massaged my clitoris from the front, right where I needed it most. The combination was too intense.

“Don’t stop... don’t stop...” I kept repeating.

Darío’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. He whispered in my ear that he had spent the whole week imagining my ass in that dress, my tits spilling out of the neckline, and my naked body in the bedroom. Hearing him confess that while he drilled my pussy made me lose the little control I had left. I came again, this time with his cock inside me, squeezing him in distinct pulses.

Julián noticed and growled with satisfaction.

“She’s coming on your cock. Look how she’s squeezing you.”

Darío wouldn’t last much longer. I could see it in the trembling of his legs, the strength with which he held me, and his broken breathing. I straightened slightly and turned my head to look at him.

“Come wherever you want,” I told him. “But don’t hold back.”

That was all he needed. He gave me a few more deep, clumsy thrusts, completely out of control, and came with a dry groan, clinging to my hips. I felt the heat of his orgasm fill me inside while he remained buried in me, emptying himself in pulses.

When he pulled out, a thick thread slid down my thigh. Julián watched, fascinated. He crouched, ran two fingers through the mixture of semen and my fluids, and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean without looking away from him. He was as hard as he had been at the beginning, perhaps harder.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said.

He practically dragged me to the bathroom, as if he had been holding himself back all night to reach that moment. He bent me over the sink, moved my hair aside, and kissed my back while we could still hear Darío catching his breath in the living room. Julián spread my buttocks and licked the semen still sliding down from my pussy before pushing two fingers inside me again.

“I love the way you look after putting yourself on display,” he murmured. “All used, all wet, trembling with pleasure.”

All I could do was moan. He licked my pussy from behind, dirty and voracious, mixing my taste with his friend’s fresh come, and then turned me around so I could sit on the toilet lid. He put his cock in my mouth immediately. I sucked him hungrily, still aroused by everything that had happened, while he massaged my clitoris with his thumb.

Julián kept talking to me, telling me he knew how much I had enjoyed showing myself to Darío, that I had come purely from the kink of it, that I loved being watched. I nodded with his cock in my mouth, taking him as deep as I could. When he lifted me and turned me back toward the sink, I was ready to receive him.

He penetrated me with one thrust. He entered hard and deep, taking advantage of the fact that I was still open and slippery. The impact tore a loud moan from me. He began fucking me with pent-up fury, gripping my waist while I held on to the sink with both hands. Every collision made me bounce forward. The mirror showed me the sight of my tits moving and his body driving into mine again and again.

“You loved letting him see you naked,” he said through his teeth.

“Yes.”

“You loved sucking his cock.”

“Yes.”

“And you loved him fucking you in front of me.”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

His hand found my clitoris and began rubbing it in time with his thrusts. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I came with a long convulsion, pressing my forehead against the fogged-up mirror. He continued for a few seconds more, faster and harder, until he grabbed me by the hair and emptied himself into my mouth as soon as he made me kneel in front of him.

His come filled my tongue and throat. I swallowed without taking my eyes off his. Julián slowly let out his breath, still holding the back of my neck, and smiled as if he had just confirmed something he had already known.

“You put yourself on display for him,” he said, “but this mouth is still mine.”

I wiped the corner of my mouth with one finger and smiled back.

“Then keep ordering me to show myself,” I replied. “Because it turns me on more than you ever imagined.”

That night we went to bed exhausted, our bodies hot and our minds even hotter. And I knew, without a doubt, that there was no going back from letting myself be watched.