My boyfriend Wanted To Watch Another Man Fuck Me.
Jasper was interested in seeing another guy fuck me.
There aren’t many ways to put things more simply than that.
I was lying in bed with my legs apart when he flipped me over in bed, slipping his cock deep within me and telling me about one of his greatest fantasies. “It’ll just happen once,” he told me. “Oh, baby,” says the voice. Just one time.
I know what it’s like to be in bed with you. I’m aware of how you’re feeling, how you appear, and what you taste. But I really want to see another guy discover those sultry secrets. It is important for me to see your arrival, so that he can look after you.”
“He?” I questioned.
Alden was unable to answer for a little period since he was forced to do so in doggie-style. Although I was just as enthralled as my husband, I wouldn’t back down, waiting just a split second before whispering more insistently, “He?” as I looked into the mirror over our bed and peered at our reflections. In addition to having black hair and tan complexion, Alden also has gray-green eyes that shine brightly with an intense sexual drive.
“You know who—” Alden shouted, slamming quicker now, truly pounding me. Then I slipped one hand between my thighs and softly fingered my clitoral region as Alden said, “you know, sweetie.” “He’s the man that works at the pool.”
Oh my goodness. The person in charge of the pool.
Alden and I live in a huge, Spanish-style home in Santa Monica, which gets plenty of sun. The backyard pool, which is a gorgeous aqua beauty nestled in a lagoon setting, is the house’s greatest feature. Additionally, the most attractive guy that comes to clean the pool once a week is the highlight of the experience.
Let’s talk about your California fantasies…. Despite his height and lengthy legs, Will stands out in our circular pool with his birch-blond hair and eyes that are as blue as the deep end of the pool. When I initially laid eyes on him, I had the wicked pang you get when you’re in a long-term relationship and come across a really attractive specimen to admire.
Despite the fact that I’ve never been much of a swimmer, I found myself daydreaming about taking a decadent plunge into the wonderful seas of sex with Will almost immediately. Now that I’d been allowed the freedom to indulge in these dreams, they were becoming more frequent. When you’re lying in bed, taking a shower, or standing in line at the grocery store. That picture awaited me every time I closed my eyes. I was fantasizing in California, and I was in a continual state of increased arousal.
Somehow, however, the naughtiness didn’t fade even when these dreams were green-lighted by my man. He wasn’t advocating a threesome, in which he would go out and have a drink with Will at the tapas bar across the block, explain the sex-charged scenario, then gently invite him into our boudoir— no, he wanted to watch, and he wanted to watch as I had a sexy encounter with the pool boy.
And the fact is, nothing had ever piqued my interest quite like this.
“I’ll tell you what the situation is,” I stated to my lover after many hours of delightful dream sessions. “I don’t want to plan this to death. Otherwise, we can put it out of our minds that anything like this has happened. “This isn’t something I’m ready to impose on anybody else.”
That was good enough for Alden—and as it turned out, he didn’t have to wait long.
When Will came the next week, I knew exactly what I had to do. Walking by the pool in my obscenely short white robe, I situated myself on one of the outside wood-and-canvas lounge chairs, as if I were simply positioning myself there to enjoy some late-afternoon sun. But it wasn’t so innocent after all. Alden was upstairs in his office, and I knew that if he glanced out through the slats he’d be able to see everything.
“Hey,” Will remarked to me as he blinked swiftly away from his computer.
“Hey,” I said, untying the ties on my white terry-cloth robe and allowing it to hang open. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It’s not a string bikini at all. It’s not a thong that’s too low cut. Although I feigned to be entirely oblivious to Will’s presence with my sunglasses on, I was well aware that he couldn’t do the same with me.
There was no way a straight guy could have done it. It was the smooth stretch of flesh that was visible through the split of the robe that drew his attention. From where he was standing, I could practically feel him tighten his grip on me.
Eventually, he made his way to my side of the pool, then to my side of the couch, and eventually sat just at the edge of the water.
My boyfriend wanted to watch another man fuck me.
Then he reached for the suntan lotion, saying, “You’re going to get burned.”
“Do you mean to tell me it’s going to be quite hot?”
He stared at me, eyebrows arched.
“You know,” I said as I shook the robe fully off my shoulders. “When we fuck—”
The fact that you said that was all the encouragement he needed. But first, I dug into my robe’s pocket for a condom, which I quickly removed and replaced.
“You’re ready,” he said, a smile on his face.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” says him.
“And what does Jasper think about it all?” he said as he slid the condom around in his mouth.
“We’ve come to an agreement…” I said in hushed tones.
“Oh,” he exhaled, “there’s an agreement.”
His hands were dripping with oil, and he stroked them up and down the length of my bare body. I took a deep breath to get the tropical aroma of the oil, which was mingled with the perfume of the bougainvillea growing on the stucco and the fragrant honeysuckle blooming at the rear of the yard. I was inhaling deeply. I groaned and arched, and Will pushed me over onto the towel and crushed his body against mine, his shorts open and his body against mine.
I imagined Alden standing by, observing my every step.
The image in my head was of him pressing himself up against the blinds, one solid palm on his erect cock, pulling as Will walked in from behind me, and I could picture it. That notion lifted me even higher as Will clutched my auburn hair and braced me for what would turn out to be a rollercoaster of a journey ahead.
My boyfriend wanted to watch another man fuck me.
With each thrust, his brittle body crashed into me like a rock. With the combination of the activity and the realization that my boyfriend was looking over my shoulder, I became slippery wet and my fluids began to trickle down my inner thighs.
While Will bucked against me, I heard him say, “God, you’re hot.”
When he said he was “on fire,” I concurred, pushing back into him and meeting and matching him stride for stride. As I approached the second story, I didn’t bother to glance up. I closed my eyes and let the rest of the world to fade away. The sensation was extended for me as Will went in deep with his fingers on the swelling of my clitoral region.
“Can you tell me where he is?” Will hissed at the back of my neck. “Where?”
“Upstairs.”
The moment Will raised his chin, I sensed that a link had been established between the three of us: myself, Jasper, and my new boyfriend. “Or, maybe more accurately, “our” new lover.” “Tell him to come downstairs,” Will said emphatically.
“You—” I began, a sigh coming across my face. “Oh, Will, you’re the one.”
He yelled Jasper’s name, and I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, followed by the sound of the screen door opening. When I glanced up, there was my boyfriend, standing there with an eager, ready grin on his face, waiting for me.
Are you daydreaming about California? Maybe. The good news is that every now and again, even the most fantastical fantasies may come true.
My boyfriend wanted to watch another man fuck me.
