Blonde woman hugging shirtless man from behind and kissing him while fingers cover the camera lens.
5 days ago

Don't Worry About Him, He Likes Watching

Summary: She found herself in a compromising position - half naked under a stranger on the couch with her husband looking lustfully at them from across the room.
Reading time: 4 min

As I lounged on the couch, my mind adrift in the warm embrace of an afternoon siesta, I heard the front door creak open. I assumed it was my husband, returning home early from work. I didn't bother to look, expecting him to join me in the living room for some much-needed relaxation.

But I felt a strange presence instead, and my senses stirred. Slowly, I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a tall, handsome stranger. My heart skipped a beat, and I gasped, quickly scanning the room for my husband.

He was standing by the door, watching us with an unreadable expression. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I realized he wasn't angry or jealous. Instead, he seemed to be intrigued, even aroused by the situation.

"I see you've met my husband," I said, my voice low and sultry. I didn't bother to cover myself, relishing the feeling of the stranger's eyes on my half-naked body.

My husband walked over to the couch and sat down, his gaze locked on the scene before him. He began to undress, slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving us. I felt a rush of excitement as I realized what was about to happen.

The stranger approached me, his movements confident. He took off his shirt, revealing a toned, muscular chest. I couldn't help but reach out and touch him, running my fingers over his hard abs. He let out a low growl and pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss.

My husband watched us, his hand slowly moving up and down his cock as he jerked off. I could hear the sound of his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. I broke the kiss and looked over at him, my voice husky with desire.

"Do you like watching us?" I asked, my hand still on the stranger's chest.

He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. "Yes," he said.

I smiled, feeling a surge of power and excitement. I turned my attention back to the stranger, pulling him closer and kissing him again. This time, the kiss was more urgent, more demanding.

The stranger's hands were all over me, exploring my body with a hunger that matched my own. He pulled off my bra, tossing it aside as his mouth found my nipples. I moaned with pleasure, feeling the sensation of his hot breath and skilled tongue against my sensitive skin.

I could hear my husband's breathing becoming more ragged, could see the look of pure desire on his face as he watched us. I knew he was close, and I wanted to push him over the edge.

I reached down and pulled off my panties, spreading my legs wide open. The stranger took the invitation, his fingers finding my wet and ready pussy. He began to rub me in slow, deliberate circles, his touch driving me wild with pleasure.

I looked over at my husband and whispered. "Do you want to see him make me come?" I asked.

He nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. I turned my attention back to the stranger, feeling the tension building inside me. I was so close, so ready for release.

The stranger sensed my urgency, his fingers moving faster and more urgently against my clit. I moaned louder, my hips bucking against his hand. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, could feel myself on the edge of pure ecstasy.

And then it hit me, a wave of pleasure that washed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body convulsing with the force of the orgasm. The stranger didn't stop, his fingers continuing to move against my clit as I came harder and harder.

I looked over at my husband, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. He was close, so close to the edge. I could see the look of pure pleasure on his face as he watched us, his hand moving faster and faster against his cock.

And then he came, his body convulsing with the force of the orgasm. I could see the look of pure ecstasy on his face, could hear the sound of his breathing becoming more ragged.

The stranger and I looked at each other, our bodies still entwined on the couch. We were both panting, our chests heaving with the force of our breathing. I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over me.

My husband had watched us, had shared in our pleasure, and he was so turned on by it!