My Lover Wanted to Watch Me Fuck Another Man

I was alone in the apartment when I stepped out of the shower. Steam still fogged the mirror, and the towel barely covered me from my breasts to mid-thigh. I slowly took it off, more for pleasure than necessity, and stood there looking at myself for a few seconds as if I were another woman, one who knew exactly what she wanted to do with her body.

I opened the jar of cream and started with my shoulders. I moved down my arms, my stomach, my hips. My skin was still burning from the hot water, and the simple touch of my own hands began turning me on in a silly, immediate, almost automatic way.

When I rubbed cream onto my tits, squeezing them with my palms and pausing at my nipples, I felt the first clear lash of arousal between my legs. It wasn't just excitement. It was memory. The memory of the day before, trapped in a car with Iván, my lover, while he fucked me with the brutal urgency of someone who knows he shouldn't be there and therefore doesn't want to waste a single second.

I went to the bed naked, without drying myself completely. I lay on my back and spread my legs. One hand stayed on my breasts, pinching one nipple and then the other; the other slid down my stomach, brushed my pubic mound, and found my pussy already wet.

I slipped two fingers between my lips and moved them slowly over my clitoris. I closed my eyes and saw it all again. Me on top of Iván, in the reclined seat, bouncing on his cock with my hands braced against his chest, sweating and moaning in his face while he looked at me as if he wanted to swallow every expression.

I remembered the tension of his cock pushing inside me. The way he gripped my waist to help me rise and fall. And above all, I remembered the moment I leaned toward his ear and let out the thing that had been circling through my head for days.

—I want you to know something—I told him then, without stopping riding him. I'm not the only person I've fucked this week.

I felt his whole body tense beneath me. He didn't stop pounding into me. On the contrary, he dug his fingers harder into my hips and forced me lower, as if he wanted to bury himself all the way inside me just to mark his territory.

—Oh, yeah?—he replied, his breathing ragged. Then next time, you tell me everything. Everything, do you hear me? How he puts it in you. How you suck him off. How he eats your pussy. How you moan with him. Don't hide a thing from me.

That had turned me on even more. Maybe because I expected jealousy and found lust instead. Maybe because I saw no anger in his eyes, only hunger. The pure arousal of imagining me open for another man while he listened.

In bed, with my fingers inside me, I remembered how that fuck had ended. Me squeezing my legs around his hips, him coming with a hoarse grunt, and my pussy contracting around his cock as I came almost at the same time. The memory drove my hand faster. I pushed one finger deeper, arched my back, and came with a long sigh, wet up to my palm.

Afterward I lay still, breathing slowly, my pussy throbbing and an obscenely clear idea growing inside me. Iván wanted to know everything. He wanted to see everything. I could give it to him.

***

Two days later, I booked a room at the same hotel where we met in secret. I didn't go with Iván. I went with Darío.

Darío wasn't an accident or an improvised fling. We'd been seeing each other long enough to know each other's bodies well, and little enough for everything still to smell of danger. He was tall and strong, with a calm smile and rough hands. The kind of man who, when he puts a hand on the back of your neck, makes you know you'll end up with your legs spread.

He arrived first and ordered a drink. I went up ten minutes later, wearing a simple dress, no bra, and carrying a very clear decision. When I entered the room, I kissed him without saying hello. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and grabbed his fly through his trousers.

—I have an idea today—I told him. If you're okay with it, I want another man to watch us.

Darío raised an eyebrow, but he didn't pull away. Quite the opposite. He gave me a crooked smile and squeezed my ass.

—Your lover?

—Yes.

—And what exactly do you want?

—I want him to watch us fuck. I want him to see everything. I want him to see me swallow your cock, watch you eat my pussy, and watch me come with you inside me.

Darío let out a low laugh, more aroused than surprised. He kissed me again, dirtier this time, and whispered against my mouth:

—Then let's give him a good show.

I undressed slowly in front of him. I let the dress fall to the floor, then slipped off my sandals, and stood completely naked while I set my phone on a small table, propped against a bottle of water. I checked the framing. The whole bed was visible. So were the armchair and part of the mirror.

I texted Iván a single sentence: “You wanted to see everything. Pay attention.” Then I started the video call.

It took him only a few seconds to answer. When he appeared on the screen, he was in his office, the door closed behind him, with an expression combining intrigue and tension. His shirt was open at the neck and he was wearing headphones. As soon as he saw me naked, he fell silent.

—Can you hear me? I asked.

—Yes—he finally said, swallowing. I can hear you and see you far too well.

I smiled. I took a step back so he could see all of me.

—You asked for details. Today you won't have to imagine anything.

I turned my head.

—Come here, Darío.

He stepped into the frame naked, already hard, his stiff cock swinging against his stomach. I looked back at the camera and saw Iván open his mouth without saying anything. That reaction turned me on more than I expected.

I gripped Darío's cock with one hand. I stroked it up and down slowly, letting Iván get a good look.

—Here it is—I told him. You wanted to know which other cock fucks me. Look at it.

I knelt. Darío brushed my hair away from my face, and I ran my tongue over the tip, gathering the first wet glisten. Then I opened my mouth and took him all the way in, as far as I could, feeling him brush the back of my throat.

On the screen, Iván had already risen slightly from his chair. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were fixed on me.

I slowly pulled his cock out, masturbated him with my hand, and sucked him again, alternating long pulls with licks along the shaft and balls. Darío held the back of my head and began setting the rhythm with small thrusts. Not rough ones. Just enough to use my mouth and make me drool over his cock.

—Fuck—I heard Iván say on the other end. Keep going. Don't stop.

I looked at him through the screen without taking the cock out of my mouth. I let saliva run down my chin and wiped it away with two fingers, then brought them to my tongue. Darío was hard as a rock, and I enjoyed myself like a bitch, knowing one man was filling my mouth while the other was furiously jerking himself off alone in his office.

I pulled the cock out and gave the tip several wet kisses before standing up.

—Do you want more? I asked Iván.

—I want everything. I told you to tell me everything. I want to see you open for him.

—Then watch me closely.

I lay down at the edge of the bed with my legs spread. Darío knelt between my thighs and, before starting, ran his palm over my pussy. I was soaked. He parted my lips with his fingers and let out a short moan when he saw me.

—She's dripping—he said, knowing the other man could hear him.

—Because it turns me on to be watched—I replied, without taking my eyes off the phone.

Darío licked me from bottom to top with one broad, slow, firm stroke. A moan escaped me immediately. He wasn't playing around. He did it again, then slipped his tongue between my lips, working my clitoris with the tip while his hands held my thighs open.

—That's it—Ivan murmured from the screen, his voice hoarse. Just like that. Eat her properly.

The obscenity of hearing him give instructions while another man devoured my pussy made me tremble. I threw my head back and grabbed my tits, twisting my nipples while Darío ate me unhurriedly, spreading my folds, sucking, licking, pushing his tongue in and pulling it out until he left me limp and desperate.

I felt his fingers enter me, first one and then two, curling inside while his mouth remained on my clitoris. My pussy responded by squeezing at once. I moved against his face, thrusting my pelvis, needing more friction, more pressure, more of everything.

—Fuck, Darío... don't stop... just like that... yes...

The screen shook a little. Iván had picked up the phone. I saw him move so close that there was almost nothing but his eyes and part of his mouth.

—Tell him to push his fingers all the way in. Tell him to make you come before he fucks you.

I laughed, panting.

—You see? I told Darío. My lover wants you to leave me trembling before you put your cock in me.

Darío didn't answer with words. He pulled out his fingers, spat on my swollen pussy, and thrust them back in hard. Then he sucked my clitoris with a stronger, more repeated suction. My legs began to close by reflex, but he held them open.

—Don't hide—he said. Let him get a good look at how you come.

That command finished me. I came with a wet shudder, contracting my stomach and moaning without the slightest shame as my pussy throbbed around his fingers. Darío kept going a little longer, licking the final tremors of my orgasm, until I had to push his face away with one hand because it was too intense.

I took a deep breath and sat halfway up. On the screen, Iván was already masturbating without trying to hide it, his cock out of his trousers, red and hard in his hand.

—Don't fucking tell me—I said with a smile. Are you already like that?

—I've been like this since I saw you swallow him.

Watching him masturbate because of me, because of us, was a brutal rush of power. I got on all fours on the bed to give him a better view of my ass and looked over my shoulder at the camera.

—Now comes the part you'll like best.

I grabbed Darío's cock and guided it toward my entrance. The tip brushed my pussy, and I rubbed it a couple of times between my lips before fitting it inside. I lowered myself slowly, feeling him spread me open. His thickness made me release a long moan as I took him inch by inch, until I was completely impaled.

—Look at me, Iván—I said, without moving yet. This is how it goes in. All of it.

I straightened up and began to rise and fall. Slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of fullness, of weight, of hard flesh sliding inside me. Then faster, letting the wet sound of my pussy and his balls striking my skin fill the room.

Darío gripped my hips hard, and I kept riding him facing the camera. I wanted Iván to see my expression clearly. My mouth half-open. My tits bouncing. The face of pure depravity every time he buried himself inside me.

—Is this what you wanted? I asked between gasps.

—Yes... fuck, yes... Don't stop looking at me.

I didn't stop. I kept fucking another man with the phone in front of me, watching his hand move faster and faster over his cock. That double game made me even dirtier. I wasn't just fucking someone else. I was using him to masturbate my lover. I was turning him into a spectator and a willing cuckold, and he loved it.

Darío changed the rhythm from below, driving harder into me. My body bounced against his with sharp impacts, and I had to brace one hand on the mattress so I wouldn't lose the rhythm.

—Turn around—he told me.

I obeyed. I turned my back to him and faced the phone, sitting down on his cock again. That way Iván could see my stomach, my breasts, and the way my pussy swallowed that cock over and over while I slid up and down on it.

I grabbed my tits and began playing with my nipples. From behind, Darío held me by the waist and started pushing me upward and pulling me down to impale me harder.

—Look at how he fucks me—I told the screen. Look at how he opens my pussy.

Iván let out a muffled grunt.

—Tell me if you like it bigger. Tell me.

I smiled wickedly.

—I like it different. And I love that you're watching it.

That drove him crazy. I saw him tense and speed up his hand even more. His breath battered the microphone. I kept riding Darío without looking away, letting myself drop all the way down, feeling each entry like a hot blow in my stomach.

Darío kissed my back, then pushed me forward onto my knees. He positioned himself behind me. He spread my buttocks with one hand and spat between my folds before thrusting his cock into me again with a sharp drive that tore a scream from me.

—Fuck—I moaned. Yes... like that... like that, you bastard.

He started fucking me hard. There was no gentleness left. Each blow made me move forward across the bed and disrupted my breathing. My pussy sounded wet, open, worked over. I clung to the sheets while the phone captured the bouncing of my tits and the brutal rocking of my body.

—Can you see it well? I asked, panting, addressing Iván. Can you see how he fucks me from behind?

—I can see everything—he said in a broken voice. I'm going crazy.

—Then listen to this.

I pushed my ass back to take his thrusts better and said loudly, knowing they could both hear me:

—I love feeling another cock inside me while you watch. I love knowing you get turned on because this pussy isn't yours alone.

Darío grabbed my hair and pulled just enough to arch my back farther. The new position made him hit exactly where he drove me out of my mind. Every thrust pulled a dirtier, more broken moan from me.

—I'm going to come—I said. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come.

—Do it—Ivan ordered from the screen. Come for both of us.

That pierced me. One man fucking me, another giving me permission to come while he masturbated watching me. I closed my eyes for a second, only one, and when I opened them I fixed them on the screen again. I wanted him to see exactly when it happened.

Darío slid one hand beneath my stomach and found my clitoris. He began rubbing it in time with his thrusts, fast and precise. My body responded immediately: the orgasm rose from my pussy like an electric current, tightening my muscles and tensing my legs.

—Yes... yes... don't stop... I'm coming... I'm coming...

I came trembling, my face turned toward the phone, moaning without holding anything back. My pussy squeezed Darío's cock again and again, and he muttered a curse through his teeth. He gave me three more deep, clumsy thrusts and came too, buried to the hilt, gripping my hips hard.

On the other end of the call, Iván couldn't hold out any longer. I saw him come almost at the same time, with short jerks of his hand and thick spurts splattering his desk. He lowered his head, breathing as if he'd run a race.

Darío pulled out of me slowly. I let myself fall onto my side on the bed, my pussy still throbbing and my legs weak. He leaned over to kiss my back while on the screen Iván continued catching his breath, his desk a mess from his ejaculation.

I sat up a little and moved closer to the phone. My hair was tousled, my lips swollen, and I had that delicious feeling of having done exactly what I wanted to do.

—Well—I said, looking him in the eyes. Now you've seen everything.

Iván ran a hand over his face and let out an incredulous laugh, still aroused, still surrendered.

—You're a fucking bitch.

—And you loved it.

He didn't deny it. He couldn't.

I held his gaze for a few seconds longer, savoring the mixture of his defeat and desire, and finished with a slow smile:

—Now that you've enjoyed yourself like a real voyeur, tell me something. When do you want to do it again?

I hung up before he could answer.