I Show Off My Girlfriend and the Neighbors Can’t Take Their Eyes Off Her

Carla has been driving me crazy for months in the most twisted way I can think of, and it’s my fault for having encouraged her. What we have doesn’t resemble any previous relationship: the sex, the game around it, that constant tension of knowing other people desire her while I decide how far it goes. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

She likes those cropped T-shirts that barely go past her belly button. Last summer, with the heat bearing down, I told her to wear nothing else at home: tiny T-shirt, string thong, and sandals. She loved the idea even more than I did.

She’d put on a few pounds without giving up the gym, so she’d gotten a big, round, firm ass. It drives me wild. Half the time I have her on all fours, and that was only the beginning of what came after.

One afternoon she was cleaning the terrace dressed like that, bending down against the glass without realizing what she was offering. I did notice something: a neighbor in the building across from us couldn’t take his eyes off her. And he wasn’t just looking.

The guy was jerking off with his gaze fixed on her. Two windows over, there was another man who wasn’t missing the show either, though I couldn’t see what he was doing with his hands. Carla, oblivious to everything, was wiping the glass and giving them the perfect postcard view.

The first one didn’t take long to finish. He stood up and spilled everything on the windowsill without the slightest shame. The other was still there, motionless, devouring her with his eyes.

Seeing my girlfriend desired by strangers who dreamed about her made me rock hard. I called her over with the excuse that I couldn’t find something in the kitchen, and as soon as she came in I fucked her against the countertop, from behind, gripping her hair and whispering what she was.

After making her come, putting her on her knees, and finishing in her mouth while she held my gaze, I told her what had happened on the terrace. She was halfway between surprise and curiosity.

—The pig from the sixth floor, right? —she said, wiping the corner of her mouth. —Every time I run into him in the building entrance, he stares at my ass without even trying to hide it.

—Well, this time he jerked off and came outside the window —I replied.

—Disgusting.

—I loved it. I want you to do it more often. As punishment, I’ll fuck your mouth and your ass.

Her eyes lit up in a way I already knew well.

—Well… if that’s the punishment, maybe I should start behaving badly —she said, biting her lip.

***

And she started behaving very badly. But with one condition from me: I had to see it or record it. I wanted to witness how others desired her. If she put herself on display without me there, it had no point.

She debuted the idea with a food delivery guy, a kid who couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. I left the phone recording, pointed toward the door, where I’d left the tip on a low table. That low table was the key: it forced her to bend over without bending her knees.

Carla was wearing a tight red tank top that clung to her until it outlined her nipples, thin sandals, and a matching thong. Seeing her like that, before anyone even arrived, was already making my zipper strain.

When the boy came up, she opened the door, took the order, and told him to wait for the tip. She walked slowly to the table, leaned over offering him her entire ass, picked up the coin, and handed it to him with a fake innocent smile.

As soon as he closed the door, I slapped her ass loud and told her she was a dirty slut. She moaned, laughed, and grabbed my cock while we watched the video on the screen.

—The first thing the poor bastard looked at was your tits —she said, laughing.

—Makes sense, with what you’ve got —I answered.

On the recording it was crystal clear: the kid locked onto her ass the second she turned around, clenched his fists, and bit his lip when she bent over. That had been too much for him.

—You’re a whore. He’s probably going home now to think about you —I told her, and slapped her ass again, harder.

She moaned and grabbed me hard. I shoved her onto the table, pulled the thong aside, and drove into her in one go. She was soaking wet. I fucked her with rage, fascinated by that huge ass taking the sting out of every thrust.

I hadn’t even gotten through twenty thrusts before she came, loudly, clutching at the wood as best she could. I kept going, spanking her, until I came inside her like an animal and she came again when she felt it.

—Good thing you take the pill —I panted afterward, collapsing onto the sofa.

—If you’re going to fuck me like that every time, don’t worry —she replied, and I knew I hadn’t been wrong to choose her.

***

A few days later I bought her a bikini that was the bare minimum: two triangles of fabric and some very thin straps. It took me a while to find one that held properly, that wouldn’t let a tit slip out at the first movement.

Carla held it between her fingers and burst out laughing.

—My T-shirt has ten times more fabric than this.

—I know.

—You’re filthy, Dani.

—No. You’re the pervert who wants to turn half the world on and forces me to punish you.

—Right, sure… —she said, making a martyr’s face. —I’m basically a psychiatrist’s wet dream.

She tried it on and it fit perfectly. It barely covered the areolas up top and the lips below, but it held better than it looked like it would. She moved, checked that nothing spilled out, and surprised herself.

—And when do I debut it? —she asked.

—Coincidentally, an old boss I’m still in touch with invited us this weekend to a barbecue at his villa.

—With this on, he won’t be able to take his eyes off me. And his wife will hate me —she said, already playing along.

—Possible. And possible that I’ll get hard and have to fuck you in his bathroom.

I told her the truth: Ricardo, my former boss, was a textbook slimeball. More than one employee had complained about him, and his marriage was being held together by money.

—One thing is turning people on —she said thoughtfully—, and another is having them drool over me or put their hands on me.

—If you let him touch your ass, the punishment will be worse —I blurted out. —I’ll have to fuck it to purify it.

I knew anal drove her crazy. She looked at me hard, shifting between my eyes without changing her expression.

—You’re an asshole. Bringing that into the equation is playing very dirty.

—I’m telling you how it is.

She gave me a half smile, got down on her knees, and sucked me off right there, holding my gaze the way only she knows how. No words were needed to close the deal.

***

On Saturday we went to the villa across the river, in a quiet housing development. An old house, but well kept, with a big pool. Ricardo greeted me with a hug and, as soon as I introduced Carla, the usual sleazeball came right out.

—Well, well, Dani. How do you always manage to show up arm in arm with a knockout? Pleased to meet you, Ricardo —he said, never taking his eyes off her cleavage, even though she was wearing a perfectly ordinary summer dress.

If I wanted the good dirt, I had to dirty my own hands first.

—Let’s see if I can find one like that for myself. Carla is my cousin; she lives in Logroño —I lied.

She raised one eyebrow at me as if to say, “Seriously?”, but she went along with it. I greeted Susana, Ricardo’s wife, a lovely woman, and as soon as I saw that the kitchen had a full view of the pool, my mind started working.

—Carla, you’ve been on my case all week about the pool. There it is, all yours —I told her.

—Yes! If you don’t mind, I’ll change and give it a test run —she answered, catching on instantly.

I walked her to the car under the pretext of getting the towels.

—Your cousin? —she whispered.

—If I say you’re my girlfriend, Ricardo holds back. And I want him drooling over you to his heart’s content.

—Aaah… now I get it —she said with her most wicked smile. —Then maybe I’ll behave badly today, because your ex-boss isn’t bad for his age.

She came out of the bathroom wearing the microbikini and Ricardo’s mouth went dry. For the first time since I’d known him, he didn’t know what to say to a beautiful woman. Carla’s extra pounds gave her an absolutely killer figure, and those three green triangles left little to the imagination.

—Sweet Jesus, girl, you’re going out in that? Everything’s showing! —Susana laughed.

—It’s so I don’t get tan lines —she answered, all innocence.

—Then I’m getting in too, you’ve made me jealous —Ricardo said in a hurry, and went to put on his swim trunks.

Susana rolled her eyes and looked at me.

—I don’t know what you were thinking, bringing such a knockout in front of my husband the pig.

—It’s what she’s comfortable in —I replied. —Too bad she isn’t actually my cousin.

***

I stayed behind helping her with the salad, positioning myself so I was the only one who could see outside. Through the window I followed every movement. Carla was spreading on sunscreen slowly, lingering on her chest, while Ricardo talked to her without missing a detail.

I was already feeling that tingle climbing up through my crotch. Then she, without batting an eye, took off the top and kept rubbing sunscreen over her tits as if nothing were happening. Ricardo stopped talking. He just watched, stunned.

Carla caught my eye and gave me a half smile, ignoring him completely. I saw my former boss discreetly reach down to his trunks and adjust what he could no longer hide.

When she finished smearing herself, she offered the bottle to Ricardo and lay down on her stomach. He didn’t even take two seconds to accept and start with her back.

I was taking my time with the salad, enjoying the show. Susana was telling me about her husband’s latest exploits, oblivious to what was happening behind her back. Thank God: one thing was knowing he was a sleazeball, and another tolerating it in his own house.

Ricardo moved from her back down to her ass. He added more lotion and really took his time, kneading each cheek with both hands in circles. He wasn’t spreading it on: he was massaging her. My erection was throbbing against my jeans, still safe from Susana’s eyes.

Carla turned her face, said something to him, and he kept going all the way to her feet, giving her a massage that made her close her eyes in pleasure. When he finished, she thanked him with a smile, and Ricardo stood up, not bothering to hide the bulge before heading off toward the garage for a moment. He came back a couple of minutes later, noticeably more relaxed.

At that moment Susana’s phone rang and she went out into the garden to talk. I took the chance to signal Carla. She came in wearing only the thong and sandals, her tits bouncing with every step.

—Did you enjoy the show? —she asked.

I didn’t answer. I grabbed her wrist and we went upstairs to the bathroom. I put her on her knees and she went to town on my cock desperately, spitting, dragging it over her face, never breaking eye contact.

When I felt I was close, I lifted her up against the sink.

—I’m going to fuck your ass, you dirty slut.

—About time —she panted.

I spit and pushed into her slowly, covering her mouth with my hand. As soon as I was all the way in, I sped up. Her muffled moans were more intense than usual. In the mirror I could see her face undone, eyes rolling back, coming harder than ever.

She rubbed her clit furiously and came almost instantly. I felt her body clench around me and I couldn’t hold it anymore: I filled her ass, pressing myself against her, whispering what she was. The orgasm left me unable to see anything for several seconds.

I left her sitting there, her gaze lost, and went back downstairs to finish the salad before Susana returned.

***

By the time the barbecue was underway, Gerardo had shown up, one of Ricardo’s recent partners whom I didn’t know. He froze when he saw Carla with her tits barely covered. The meal loosened up with the wine, and there were plenty of times I caught both men looking at her.

—Doesn’t that bikini bother you? —Susana asked her.

—Not at all. The top sometimes digs in, so I take it off —she replied, and took it off just like that, under the hungry gaze of the two men.

—I’d be embarrassed walking around with everything out, feeling people staring at me… —Susana went on.

—I’m used to it now. When I was a kid, old lechers used to bother me; now I don’t even notice them.

I texted her to spill her drink and go get a cloth, making sure to move her tits nicely while she cleaned. Said and done: she spilled her beer, made her excuse, and came back swaying her hips, giving us her moving ass. Gerardo and Ricardo didn’t blink.

—Don’t be lechers —Susana laughed, smacking her husband.

—The girl’s smoking hot, the eyes of all of us are bound to wander —Gerardo defended himself. —If I were twenty years younger, Dani, I’d shoot my shot.

—You’d have a hard time —I said. —Unless you can dance salsa like a kid.

—I’ve been dancing for years! —he protested, and Ricardo confirmed through laughter that he’d hooked up with half the academy.

The idea lit me up: Gerardo dancing with Carla, his hand on her ass. I told her the man had won competitions, and Carla, who adores bachata, lit up.

—Then why not now? —she suggested. —But you too, in your swim trunks, because it’s not fair that I’m almost naked.

Gerardo came back wearing hideous swim trunks, and what surprised me was the bulge he was packing: even at rest it was gigantic. And if Carla liked anything, it was big cocks. The bigger, the better. Drunk and caught up in the game, I knew she’d let herself go.

I connected the phone to the speaker and the salsa started. Gerardo moved better than our teacher, and Carla enjoyed every spin. But the ones enjoying it most were Ricardo and me, watching everything move on her body. He didn’t miss a chance to look at her ass on every turn.

—Now bachata —I said, nodding at Carla.

She got the message. Jealous, Ricardo said he was going to the bathroom. I helped Susana clear up while those two danced pressed together.

—Your cousin should be careful —she warned me. —Gerardo has very long hands when he dances. He’s had more than one slap for it.

I leaned out the window. Gerardo’s hand was already resting squarely on Carla’s ass. She was looking toward me, smiling, and I nodded. On every turn, he planted his hand there again, each time more shamelessly.

I was about to explode. I asked Susana to get me a specific bottle from the bar cabinet, knowing she’d take a while. As soon as she left, I pulled myself out and started jacking off watching my girlfriend being groped. I barely pumped a little before I was finishing onto a paper towel.

***

When Susana offered to go get ice from the gas station —I wouldn’t let Ricardo drive; he’d had too much—, I saw my chance. I told them I’d go with them.

—Cousin, go take a shower, you’re sweating —I told Carla, gesturing for her to go upstairs.

But I didn’t leave. I stopped the music, hid in the room across from the bathroom, and waited. Carla went upstairs and, behind her, Gerardo, under the excuse of cooling off. She asked him not to close the door. Blessed mirrors: from my angle absolutely everything was visible.

She turned on the water, wet her tits, turned her back to him, and pulled her bikini down, offering him her ass. Gerardo couldn’t hold back: he knelt and started licking her cheeks. Carla moaned. She loved it.

I was hard again, filming with my phone as best I could. He pulled down his trunks and set that monster free. Carla stared at it, mouth open.

—What a cock you’ve got —she said, stroking it slowly.

—It got this way for you, darling.

She sucked him differently than she sucks me: eyes closed, lost in it. I couldn’t blame her. I would’ve done the same. She spat on it, tried to do a titjob with her breasts, but there was no way it would fit, and she stuck her tongue out for what her tits couldn’t reach.

Another jet slipped out of me against the wall while I watched her pleasure herself. Without warning, Gerardo lifted her, pressed her against the tiles, and drove into her. Carla let out a long, agonized moan.

—Moan for me —he ordered, thrusting harder and harder, spanking that huge ass of hers.

—Aah! Aah! —Carla was unrestrained, hitting the wall with each shove.

When he felt he was close, he pulled out and came between her cheeks, shot after shot over her back and hair. Carla was panting, exhausted, but she hadn’t finished yet. Gerardo wiped himself off and headed out to the garden.

I couldn’t hold back. I came out of my hiding spot, pulled myself out, covered her mouth, and whispered in her ear.

—My turn, slut.

I started pounding her while she moaned into my hand.

—So you like turning on strangers, huh? You like getting fucked like the slut you are?

I kept going in a frenzy until I emptied myself inside her. When she felt me fill her, a violent orgasm hit her: she arched her back and banged the wall with a muffled cry.

I pulled out, grabbed a towel, and got back to my hiding place just in time. What an orgasm, ladies and gentlemen. Carla stayed seated in the shower stall, her gaze lost and an unshakable smile on her face, while the hot water poured over her.

This, without a doubt, would have to be repeated.