I like to watch

“Where are you going? What are you doing?” “I’m going out. I want to tease and please and maybe get fucked. Hard.” “May I watch?” “Of course. What should I wear?” I moaned, just a smidge. She knows my kink. “The little black dress. It shows off your breasts and nipples just enough…” and she laughed. “Yes, it does.” She shook off her t-shirt, adjusted her black panties just enough and slipped the dress on, adjusting it, admiring her breasts as she looked in the mirror. “Maybe I should take these off?” She slipped the panties off, spun and re-admired herself again. “Is it hot enough? If he touches me I’ll be wet already.” Indeed. We’d played this game before and she always knew how to take it to the next level. Thank you dear for taking me here and there… I dressed slightly more conservatively, not that I have anything to show but she knows the roles. At the hotel bar we settled in and I watched her scan the guys. “He’s cute,” she said. “What do you think? Would you enjoy watching me blow him?” She lightly licked her bright red lips. “Extra lipstick,” she laughed. “If I suck him I want to leave a mark. All over his cock.” I was already hard and kept egging her on. “Please. Leave your mark. And on mine when you’re done with him.” She laughed, pulled her short dress up just a bit, glanced at her cleavage – I could see the edge of her dark brown nipples and nodded approvingly. “Go for it.” Oh, she did. She did him well, from sidling up next to him, bending to show off her full, soft breasts perky buds and slightly stroking his thigh and wrist. He was melting. And who could blame him? Her desire meant more to me and I kept watching because I like to watch. I like to watch her come, whether it’s me or another man she is glorious in her rapture. A symphony as she comes again and again. It was tricky, but she was able to explain me away to him and still drift by our table to tell me the room they’d be in, reassuring me to ease my way in as she’d leave the door unlocked. “Don’t be too early,” she laughed. “You know me. Let him warm me up and you can watch.” I did. It wasn’t easy but I eased in to find the bedroom door half shut and their sounds, especially hers, filling the room. Peeking in, I saw her flat on the bed, legs splayed as he pumped her and shouted, “In or out?” Perfect. “In goddamit~” she moaned bucking up to meet his thrusts. And she caught my eye. Her timing was superb as she milked him, looked at me straight on, screamed, one hand pulling the sheet frantically and both legs spasming around his hips. I would’ve given her a standing ovation except I was already coming too hard for the formality. At home we collapsed and she asked me if I wanted my cock marked as well. Of course.