I Want You To Watch

A Fantasy

Photo by JC Gellidon on Unsplash

I will wait for you to get home before I tell you I have a surprise. You hate surprises usually, but I know you’ll like this one.

“You’ll have to wait, though. It’s not quite ready."

Giving me a curious look, you pull me close, kissing me furiously, but I won’t give in. The anticipation of your face when you see what I’ve done for you drives me to keep my secret.

Dinner is set out with wine and candlelight, your favorite jazz album low in the background.

Your favorite meal cooked to be ready the second you walked in the door is an undertone to our playful banter.

“This was delicious,” you say, placing your napkin on the table and drawing me onto your lap.

“This wasn’t your surprise,” I tease, letting you nibble on my neck before pushing you away.

Next are small Ramekin’s of vanilla custard topped with sugar ready for you to fire with the butane torch I place in front of you.

“Crème brûlée. My favorite.” As you reach for the torch, you steal a kiss from my nose, making me giggle like a school girl.

“This isn’t your surprise, either.”

Curiosity streaks your face. It is my goal to make you feel pampered and loved. I want to show you how deeply I care for you so that it is fresh in your mind as I give you your real surprise later.

Slipping upstairs as you clear the table, I carefully lace up on the lingerie you got me for my birthday. This afternoon I prepared, shaving my pussy for you so the crotchless underwear showcases your favorite toy.

My heels click as I take each step down the stair, making you turn. The look in your eye as you take me in makes me soaked before we even get started.

“My god, you look fucking amazing,” you say, coming to scoop me in your arms, but I stop you you.

“I’m not your surprise, either.”

I can’t help but to steal some kisses before I usher you upstairs, strip you, and place you in the chair at the foot of the bed. You’re so hard for me already it makes my mouth water.

“Just one little taste is fine,” I say, bending down and licking the precum off your tip, but I make you wait for what I have planned.

“Stay there, and don’t touch yourself… yet.”

I leave no room for questions.

We’ve talked about this in the past but it’ll come as a huge shock; dirty talk in bed turned into real life.

As I walk back in, our eyes meet and the door swings open wider to reveal him. A stranger vetted just for tonight. Willing to be a prop in our performance. Handsome, fit, and willing to play.

Your confusion turns to heat when you realize your gift is to watch him fuck me, then you can come and claim me as yours while he lies sated beside us.

“I want you to watch,” I say, kneeling in front of you so that I can kiss you and play with your balls, looking for approval. You look our stranger up and down while I whimper, “Tell me you like your present so we can continue.”

Finally peeling your gaze from his, you place both of your hands on either side of my face and kiss me so deeply I don’t remember my own name. When you’ve taken all that you want, you push me toward him, nodding.

I turn away from you because I know my ass is your favorite, and our stranger kisses me deeply, grabbing it and squeezing. My crotchless panties bunch under his touch before he slides his hands up to cup my breasts.

My head, involuntarily, falls behind me, arching my back and forcing a groan of delight. I shift slightly to get a look at you - I want to make sure you’re all-in - and see no regret on your face, only hunger and lust.

Turning around fully, I have our stranger unlace my bustier and slide it off, discarding it on your lap. You clutch it as I stand in front of you in just my panties, the other man standing behind me, kissing my neck and pinching my nipples.

You watch as he slides one hand down my stomach and into the opening in my panties, drawing back a finger soaked with my arousal.

Leaning around me, he places that finger in your mouth, letting you suck it clean.

It is all you can do to remain in that chair.

Walking me backwards toward the bed, our eyes stay on each other, wordlessly conveying our intent and agreement. We know that at any moment either one of us can use yellow to slow down and back off, or red to stop completely. You nod as if answering my silent question, giving me reassurance that you are a willing participant in our tryst.

With that, I turn and crawl onto the bed above our stranger, ass toward you for the best view, and spread my legs wide, making you ache for a taste.

When I sink into him, you moan with us, sharing this experience.