My ex was obsessed with watching me get fucked (F25)(Vouyerism)

Caleb didn’t come over by coincidence.

My boyfriend invited him the way we had always invited him over for dinner—casual tone, careful timing, already knowing it would change the air.

I had come in like it was nothing.

Bare feet, my margarita was sweating in my hand, lime pressed to the rim, cold enough that it made my palm ache a little. I was in a T-Shirt fully aware of the way the fabric clung, the way my nipples pierced clear as day through the shirt.

My boyfriend’s eyes dropped first. Then lifted to Caleb. “Have you ever thought about sleeping with Vivi,” Eyes dark and sharp watching Caleb like he craved a “yes” from him.

His friend had frozen mid-sentence, like he had been waiting for this but feared it being a test. I moved between them; I caught my boyfriend nodding—telling me “do it.” His jaw was tight, one hand was resting low over his clear boner. He was obsessed with watching me get fucked- vouyerism at its finest.

I turned, deliberately super slow, and meet Caleb’s eyes over the rim of my glass. I lead him to the couch directly across from my boyfriend—close enough that there was no pretending this isn’t meant to be seen.

I turned just enough to know my boyfriend was watching. He didn’t say a word. His eyes were fixed on me with that dark, focused intensity that always made my skin buzz. That was exactly where he wanted to be—front row, no escape, forced to take in every choice he made.

My fingers had traced Caleb and unzipped his pants. I had glanced up at him with deep eye contact as my lips met his thick shaft. I watched my spit drip down as I took him down my throat, balls at my lips- sending a moan through Caleb- like an obsession was growing, regardless of my boyfriend 3 feet away.

I had glanced up once—just once—to meet my boyfriend’s eyes.

That was the dangerous part. He wanted me to do this, in order to almost force me to remember he craved watching me get pleased and filled with another man’s cum.

I got up with no hesitation, bending my petite body over in front of Caleb’s body I inviting him in. I felt it before I heard it—I spread my cheeks as I felt the walls of my pussy fill with his hard, throbbing penis. I had pulled him in sharply and moaned “do not hold back.” His hand had slide up my back and gripped onto my hair, he tugged just enough to pull my head back, he forced me to feel every hard inch of him.

Across the room, my boyfriend hadn’t looked away. His pants and dress shirt were unbuttoned; his hand was on his throbbing penis. His dominant, obsessed eyes were watching every thrust and moan going through my body.

I felt Caleb pulsating, stretching me- I had pushed my body up and back, his penis was still in me as I was now on top of him on the couch. I didn’t move- the continued feeling of a throbbing penis in my pussy, sends me over the edge. I stared at my boyfriend and rode Caleb, with every bounce of my body- I felt myself stretching and beginning to orgasm.

I had felt the shift, almost feral- he had grabbed my hips, guiding us both over the edge. I felt my pussy fill with his cum and my own- I pulled myself up revealing to my boyfriend the cream pie dripping from inside of me. This had been what he wanted, what he craved- I stared into his dark, locked eyes as his cum dripped down his hand and relief had finally left his body.

Caleb ended up coming around a lot during our relationship.