My Girlfriend Loves Showing Me Off to Her Neighbor

It’s been a long time since I sat down to write anything, but this is something I need to tell. It’s one of those things you think only happens to other people, and then suddenly you’re the one who wins the lottery.

I’m dating a woman who gets turned on by the idea of showing me off in front of other women in a way I still can’t fully understand. It’s not enough for her to want me: she needs the others to want me too, and she savors that envy like someone enjoying dessert.

Valeria is tall, broad-backed, with strong legs from someone who really trains. She has full hips and a curly red mane that seems to move on its own. I met her at one of the gyms where I teach, and after our first night together she asked me for a picture from the neck down.

—It’s so my friends can see what I just bagged —she said, biting her lip.

For anyone else, that might have scared them off. It turned me on so much I got hard again right there, and when she saw the bulge under the sheet, she didn’t let it slide. She pulled the fabric away, grabbed my dick with her whole hand, and took it into her mouth without any further preamble, swallowing it all in one go. I felt the back of her throat squeezing my head and had to bite my lip not to come on the spot.

—Easy, handsome —she whispered, letting me go with a string of saliva hanging from her mouth—. You know I like you rock-hard for several rounds.

She sucked me again slowly, licking me from my balls to the tip, then sat on top of me and speared herself down in one shot. Her pussy opened wide to take me in and she started riding me with her tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her ass, pried it open with my hands, and lifted and dropped her to the rhythm I wanted until I unloaded inside her with a roar. She came on top of me, squeezing me with her cunt as if she wanted to milk the last drop out of me.

***

The showing-off started as a game and kept growing. One day she asked me to answer the door to her neighbor in nothing but my underwear, supposedly just out of bed, to see the look on her face.

Since then that woman would find any excuse —that if she was short on sugar, that if she’d run out of coffee— to ring the bell right when she knew I was home. She didn’t always get the timing right, but most of the time she did. And Valeria loved watching her go speechless, devouring me with her eyes in the doorway.

—It turns me on more than it turns her on —she confessed afterward, still laughing, while she slipped her hand inside my boxers and grabbed me with that hunger of hers.

Things escalated. Valeria started photographing me while I showered at her place and sending the pictures to her group of friends, her coworkers, even her boss. Her whole circle ended up knowing what my body looked like, and the comments they sent back had her fascinated.

I put “spying on me” in quotation marks because I knew perfectly well what she was doing. When I was soaping myself down, I’d glance toward the half-open door and see her peeking in, phone aimed at me. That image worked better than anything else: it was enough to see her there, crouched and hiding, for me to get hard instantly and, more than once, end up jerking off under the water knowing she was recording everything for her friends.

—Today I put you up for sale among the girls —she’d tease sometimes—. I even set a price and everything.

It was a running joke, but the idea that one of her friends might pay for a night with me turned me on in a ridiculous way. A stupid fantasy neither of us ever planned to make real, though playing with it amused us both.

***

One morning, just as I’d woken up, Valeria asked me to lie down with my eyes closed.

—I want a photo for the work group. They go crazy when they get something of yours.

I let her do it. I heard the click of the phone and immediately the screen started buzzing with replies.

—Phew, what a body, handsome —she read aloud, mimicking one of them—. They’re going to love these photos.

—At this rate I should open an account and charge —I said, half joking.

—Bea would pay, you know. She’s obsessed. And Cristina, my boss, don’t even get me started. She’s already asked me for videos.

—Videos? —I laughed—. Well, get something out of her in return. A better schedule, a raise.

—Not a bad idea. —She had the phone in one hand and with the other had already started pulling down my boxers to leave my dick out and stroke me slowly—. You know what the shameless bitch told me? That if I let her watch the next time I fuck you.

—You’re nuts —I muttered, though my blood had already rushed straight down and my cock was swelling in her fist.

—Well, if she lets me watch you shove it in me… I’m not going to say no.

I really had won the lottery. She started jerking me off calmly, gripping the base tight and sliding her hand up to the head with a wrist twist she’d perfected. With her other hand she turned on the phone recorder and sent a voice message to her boss, laughing between sentences.

—Cristina, babe, if you could see what I’ve got in my hand right now… —she said, while she gave me a slow handjob that arched my back—. A cock this thick, hot, all to myself. I’ll send you a photo in a bit, don’t be impatient.

She ran her thumb over the tip, caught the bead that had formed there, and smeared it over the head before taking a close-up photo. I held out as long as I could, teeth clenched and hips pushing helplessly against her hand.

—I can’t take it anymore —I said, throat dry—. Come here.

She put the phone down and leaned in without breaking eye contact. I was still damp from the shower, and even so she spat on the head and kept stroking me for a couple more pulls before taking me into her mouth with a mix of urgency and pleasure. She didn’t rush. She kept eye contact while she drove my cock down her throat and, with her other hand, spread her pussy lips and rubbed her clit in slow circles.

I could hear her swallowing around me, sucking with hollow cheeks, pulling me all the way out to lick me from balls to tip and then taking me back in until she gagged a little. Her tongue vibrated on my frenulum each time she moved up, and her curly red hair fell over my belly and thighs as if it were caressing me too.

—You’re a filthy addict, you know that? —I told her, grabbing her hair firmly and guiding her head to my rhythm.

She nodded without letting go of me, moaning with her mouth full. Saliva ran down her chin and over my balls to my asshole. She enjoyed it more than I did, and that drove me crazy. She’d pull my cock out for a second to spit on it, slap her tongue with it, rub it over her cheeks, and then swallow it whole again.

—This boss sucks cock like a pro —she muttered during a break, laughing hoarsely—. Cristina should learn how it’s done.

She took me back in and sped up. When I couldn’t hold back any longer I grabbed her hair with both hands and shoved her against me, all the way in, until I felt her nose flattened against my pubic bone. I let the first burst go straight down her throat and kept her there while my balls emptied themselves in spasms. She swallowed everything, never taking her eyes off me, and seconds later she came rubbing herself, trembling all over, with my cock still in her mouth and semen slipping from the corner of her lips.

—What a breakfast —she said, wiping herself with the back of her hand and sending another photo to her boss—. She’s going to lose it when she sees this.

***

Another morning she told me that on Saturday her cousin was coming to stay.

—Raquel —she said—. She’s my father’s cousin, we’re about the same age and we’ve always told each other everything.

—Wasn’t I supposed to go to your place on Saturday? —I asked.

—Exactly. —That crooked smile I already knew appeared—. I want her to see who I’m fucking.

—Then I’m not putting anything on.

—Pajamas only when I’m alone. When there’s another woman visiting, I want you wandering around with your dick out, calm as can be, like it’s nothing. I want her to die of envy, to see how she looks at you, to not know where to put her eyes.

Those words had an immediate effect on me, and she knew it.

—And won’t she get scared? —I asked anyway.

—Raquel? I’m doing her a favor. Ever since she married Martín she hasn’t been herself. She tells me she misses getting fucked properly, you know what I mean. —She took my package in her hand and started stroking me through my pants, feeling how fully I was standing—. We’ll go out partying, just the two of us, and when we get back you’ll stroll in front of her with this huge cock hanging there. I want to hear what she says and see the face she makes when she sees it.

Her mouth was half open and her eyes were burning as she held me and squeezed my balls with her other hand.

—And we’ll leave the door open —she added softly, licking my ear—. Let her watch you fuck me properly, how you ram your cock into me to the hilt, how you pull it out and rub it on her face. Maybe she’ll want to climb into bed with us.

***

I was about to pin her down right there when her phone rang. Always so convenient. The conversation was brief, and when she hung up she looked at me with a new idea already in motion.

—Underwear off —she ordered—. Pilar, the neighbor, is coming. I told her I’m not here but you are. She’ll be here in five minutes.

—Does she know I’m naked?

—No, but she’s dying for it. Every time she sees you in your boxers she drools. Just act clueless. I’ll hide in the pantry and watch.

She placed her small digital camera on a kitchen shelf, pointing toward the center, and moved the salt shaker to a drawer that wasn’t hers.

—When she asks you for salt, open four cabinets looking for it —she explained—. That’ll give her time to get a good look at your ass and your cock hanging out carelessly.

I stepped under the cold water for a moment, pretending she’d caught me halfway through my shower and, as a bonus, calming my cock a little, which had gone half-hard just from hearing the plan. The doorbell rang. I came out without a towel, opened just enough, and stuck out my head and torso. Pilar looked me over from top to bottom before she even said hello, and when I opened the door a little more and her eyes dropped to my crotch, she lost her breath for a second.

—Hi, handsome —she said, swallowing—. I came to borrow some salt; I’ve run out.

—Of course, come in. The only thing is I was just out of the shower, sorry about the state I’m in.

—Don’t worry about me —she replied, with a smile that changed the tone of her voice—. Nothing bothers me. Quite the opposite.

She came in. Before I even closed the door, her eyes were already fixed on my cock, hanging between my thighs, still shiny with water. She smiled without hiding it.

—Better like this than in underwear —she said, then laughed at her own boldness, biting her lower lip.

I decided to improvise to make it more believable. I went to the bathroom to get a towel, drying myself as I walked, and felt her gaze nailed to my ass the whole way. I ran the towel over my neck, over my chest, and deliberately let it fall for a moment so I could bend down to pick it up, showing her my crack and my balls hanging between my legs. When I turned to go back, she was still in the same spot, hypnotized, eyes fixed on the cock swinging with every step.

—Let me find the salt. My girlfriend moves it around every week —I said, opening cabinets unhurriedly, reaching up so my whole body would tense.

—Don’t rush —she answered, her voice a little lower—. I’m in no hurry.

Every time I turned I could feel her eyes roaming over me. I ran the towel over my body with calculated slowness, let it brush my cock as if by accident, and pretended there was nothing strange about any of it. My cock was starting to swell on its own, and there was no way to hide it: Pilar kept dropping her gaze every couple of seconds and you could tell from her breathing what it was doing to her. I found the salt and handed it to her, but she stretched the conversation with any excuse just to stay a little longer.

—Wait, I’m going to put some cream on before getting dressed —I said, and went into the bathroom.

She followed me to the door, still holding the salt, talking about how scatterbrained she’d become lately. I took the chance to move the camera to a piece of furniture by the mirror, where the whole scene was visible. Me standing in front of the mirror, my cock already semi-hard and hanging thick in front; her in the doorway, not missing a single detail, one hand casually playing with the collar of her shirt.

I rubbed cream onto my legs and arms with exaggerated calm. I spread it over my thighs, up to my groin, brushing my balls with my fingers as if it were part of the ritual. Pilar talked about anything and everything, but she barely looked at my face. The more her eyes drifted to my cock, the harder it got, and by then it was already pointing upward with a heavy sway.

—Do you want help with your back? You can’t quite reach there —she offered before I said anything, almost voiceless.

—If you don’t mind…

Her hands were firm and she took her time. She started with my shoulders, kneading hard, pressing herself against my back so fully that I felt her tits crushed into me through the blouse and her hard nipples digging in. When she finished with my shoulders, her hands went lower than necessary without asking: my lower back, the curve of my ass, and one hand slipped around front to my groin as if it were part of the massage. Her fingers brushed the base of my cock and stayed there a second too long, feeling the weight, before pulling away as if it had all been accidental. That was exactly what turned me on: knowing she was dying to grab it and was barely holding back. The situation was incredibly hot, and in the mirror my cock was already pointing up toward my chin, thick, with a vein running all the way down it.

—There —she said at last, reluctantly removing her hands and breathing unevenly.

—Thanks. —I tied the towel around my waist as best I could, my erection making a tent under it—. By the way, on weekends I always shower at this time. It’s a habit.

I said it as if by accident, so she’d remember. I was sure that, no matter how “absent-minded” she was, next time she’d ring exactly at this hour again.

—Well, what a good habit —she replied, smiling, her eyes still on the bulge under the towel.

I walked her to the door and she said goodbye with one last look that said everything. I closed it.

***

Valeria came out of the pantry straight into my arms, fired up and pretending to be angry at the same time. She slipped her hand under the towel and yanked it away, and when she saw my hard cock pointing at the ceiling, a moan escaped her.

—Did you see how she looked at you? —she said, grabbing me with that mix of desire and jealousy that turned her on so much—. She was licking her lips every time you turned around. She could hardly handle herself. And this poor thing is about to burst, look how hard you’ve got it.

—I had the camera recording while she was rubbing cream on me —I told her—. And she massaged my back without me asking. She almost grabbed it.

—What a shameless woman. —Her eyes were shining as she gave me a standing handjob right there in the kitchen—. Next time let her, and see how far she goes. Let her suck it, if she wants. I want to see her in that video losing all her shame, with your cock in her mouth.

She took me to the bedroom before finishing the sentence. What came after was pure pent-up nerve. I shoved her onto the bed, ripped her panties off in one pull, and spread her legs without asking permission. I drove into her to the hilt in a single thrust, and she let out a howl that could be heard from the hallway. Her pussy was dripping, soaked from the heat the whole scene had given her, and she swallowed my cock whole with a filthy sound on every stroke.

—Like that, like that, fuck me hard, imagine I’m Pilar —she panted in my ear, digging her nails into my back until she scratched me—. Fuck me the way you would’ve fucked her. Ruin my cunt.

I grabbed her by the throat with one hand, not squeezing all the way, and started giving her hard, dry thrusts, measuring the angle carefully so I’d hit bone deep each time. Her legs trembled around my waist. She came the first time in almost a minute, twisting all over, her pussy pulsing in spasms that milked me. I put her on all fours, face down on the mattress and ass held high, and shoved my cock into her again in one stroke, gripping her hips to pound her like she needed punishing.

I spat on her asshole and slid my thumb in while I kept fucking her pussy. She came a second time, moaning into the pillow, pushing her ass back as if begging me for more. I pulled out, rubbed my cock over her pussy lips and the folds of her ass, and gave her a couple of smacks that left my handprint red on each cheek.

—Get on top —I told her, lying back—. I want you to come while you ride me.

She straddled me, impaled herself all the way, and started riding me with her hands braced on my chest, her tits bouncing, her red hair stuck to her face with sweat. I grabbed her hips and helped her up and down, and when I felt her tremble a third time I drove up into her with short, fast thrusts until I emptied myself inside her. I felt her cunt squeeze and suck down each load, one after another, while she came on top of me screaming my name. The semen started leaking out at the join, sliding down her thighs, and she collapsed onto my chest, breathing raggedly.

Afterward we stayed silent, staring at the ceiling, the smell of sex all through the room and a warm stream still spilling from her cunt onto my belly. Nothing needed to be said. We both knew Pilar would come again the following Saturday, as punctual as a clock, and that this time Valeria wouldn’t be content to watch from the pantry.