I Like To Watch

I never actually watched two (or more) people fuck live before, just for the sake of watching.   There were a couple of times, in my 17th year, when the boyfriend of one of my girlfriends rented a hotel room for the four of us, and my boyfriend and I would fuck on one bed while they did their thing on the other.  I’d steal glances at them, bending down into an FDAU position¹ on the bed with my head on the mattress turned toward them specifically to watch.   But I was too wrapped up in the feeling of having my cunt slammed to be able to concentrate on what they were doing for any prurient purpose.

And there was the one time I was headed to the bathroom at a party when I heard grunting noises coming out of a bedroom.  I was forced by my own curiosity to peek through the crack of the door to see what was going on.  Any arousal I got from watching some girl I didn’t know sucking a guy’s cock, however, was tempered by the fear that I might get caught from within or without.  From time to time at other parties, I’d see someone dancing with their hand down their partner’s pants or humping their partner’s leg.  Not the same, of course.

And then there’d been the times when my girlfriends and I would have our little personal “education” sessions where we taught each other about sex techniques and concepts we’d researched.  This was in the days and weeks after I’d had my first lesbian experience.  I haven’t written about that here yet, but I was so enthralled over sex with another girl that I seduced one of my closest girl friends, and then we each seduced another friend.  Shortly thereafter, the four of us got together and agreed to “research” a topic each and teach the others how to apply it (even then I was always trying to ensure people knew what they were doing when it came to sex).  The resulting sessions often presented the opportunity to watch each other perform some sexual act upon one or more of the others in our little group.  Those sessions weren’t really visually arousing, though.  At least, not from my perspective (I’m sure many of you fantasizing about that right now might think otherwise).

In the club Nikki and I worked at, it wasn’t terribly uncommon for a couple of the dancers to hook up to work off some sexual energy (including, on occasion, me), sometimes right out in the open, on one of the benches, chairs, or up against the wall.  But even then there was so much going on and so many people running around that I just didn’t feel comfortable standing there staring at them while they went to town, you know?  It just didn’t seem…right.

But with all of the sexual activity I’ve been involved in over the past nine years or so, I’ve never had the opportunity to just sit and watch two people have sex purely for my own selfish, erotic pleasure. That is until this past New Year’s Eve. As I’ve said before,  since the very beginning of our relationship, Nikki and I have had an open relationship.  We allowed each other to play with other women.  We specifically excluded men from that originally because of the fear of pregnancy and diseases, though later on I’d discover that Nikki is much more oriented toward women.  And while I was much more active than she was (probably a dozen for me vs. three or four for her while we were both living in Miami), the freedom was there for either of us to indulge when the urge hit.

Even when Nikki would bring other women home, though, I’d never try to catch a glimpse of them getting busy.  Quite often, it’d be more of an aural feast as she’d be bringing the woman off over and over again in our spare bedroom.²  I just respected her privacy too much to go try to sneak a peek.  Even when we engaged in the occasional threesome or doubles with people we brought home, there wasn’t any watching – we were physically engaged pretty much the entire time.

I had fantasized for some time about Nikki and Chase having sex with each other, and had masturbated to those fantasies on several occasions.  Until my first sexual encounter with Chase, I didn’t really think anyone stood a chance of matching either of us in bed; at least, not the way we were sexual with each other.   Nikki and I would occasionally make love, but in about 97% of the cases, we’d fuck.  And I mean that in the most intense and unconstrained use of the word.  I don’t think I am bragging when I say that a video of us fucking would be an instant hit – it wouldn’t be like a celebrity nonchalantly sucking some guy’s cock in between taking calls on a cell phone. It isn’t unusual for us to end up with bruises, bite marks, scratches, hand prints, and other…evidence of the encounter upon our respective bodies.  Sex with Chase was similarly rough and intense.

After I’d been with Chase a couple of times, I knew I’d have to get them together if Nikki ended up in San Francisco again.   Not so much so that I could watch them, but because I knew they’d both enjoy each other.  I was fairly certain that neither of them would have an issue with me watching, though, since both are very unconstrained with their sexual expression.  If they hit it off when they first met one another, I knew with Nik’s personality and her flirting with someone once they show an interest, she and Chase would probably mesh very well together.

As it turned out, I was not disappointed.  In fact, once I broached the subject, I think it heightened their arousal knowing they would be performing for an audience.

Watching the two of them together, kissing one another, touching one another, penetrating one another, fucking one another, has to be one of the most intensely erotic experiences I’ve ever had.  I’ve been with both of them, multiple times.  So when I saw Chase place her open mouth onto Nikki’s cunt, I knew how she was moving her tongue and applying that light suction she does, and I knew what Nikki was feeling.  That made it far more erotic to me, I think, than it would’ve been had I just been watching two strangers go at it.  But it was so much more than that.

It was erotic to see Nikki sit on Chase’s lap and wrap her legs around her, face-to-face, them kissing, with their chests pressed against each other.  It occurred to me that that would’ve made an excellent erotic photograph.

It was erotic to hear Chase’s slightly raspy voice tell Nikki to get on her back, that she wanted to taste Nikki.

It was erotic to see Nikki pull her legs back toward her head and widen them open to allow Chase unfettered access to her special places.

It was erotic to see Nikki’s toes squench up in rhythm with the thrusting Chase was doing when she was tongue-fucking Nikki’s cunt.

It was erotic to see the contortions in Nikki’s face as she reacted to what Chase was doing to her throughout the whole session.

It was erotic to hear Nikki slap Chase’s ass as hard as she could.  I’ve heard that sound before, of course, but it has always been associated with me feeling something simultaneously – either the hand slapping my ass or my hand impacting someone else’s ass.  Hearing it dissociated from that pain presented a unique perspective.

It was erotic to see Chase grab two handfuls of Nikki’s hair and pull Nikki’s face into her crotch.

It was erotic to see Chase’s pelvis lift up off the bed and gyrate against Nikki’s face, using Nikki’s face as a masturbatory object.

It was erotic to see Nikki’s face buried in Chase’s back end, knowing that she was pushing her tongue as far into Chase’s ass as she could get it.

It was erotic to hear Chase grunt with each thrust Nikki performed with her fingers buried in Chase’s ass.

It was erotic to see Chase’s tits bouncing back and forth in concert with those thrusts as well.

It was erotic to hear two people having sex, including the whispered little “Oh, fuck,” “Oh, god,” “Shit,” “Fuck me,” and “Yes” that would come out of their mouths from time to time, randomly.

It was erotic to hear Nikki’s breathing increase as she began experiencing those little internal waves that foretell her impending orgasm.  I’ve only heard that before in concert with my own breathing and our movements on whatever piece of furniture we happened to fucking be on at the time.  Even when she masturbates for me, her breathing patterns are different from when she’s having sex with someone.  I suppose that is because she’s more conscious of it, but hearing her starts and stops, and the occasional grunts sandwiched in between them when she’s lost in hormone overload at someone else’s hand was incredible.

And, god, was it ever erotic to have Nikki make eye contact with me while Chase was fucking her – a sort of squinting look that simultaneously asked if I was enjoying this and telling me that she was lost in orgasmic overload.  That look alone almost made me cum without my even having to touch myself.

I don’t know how many orgasms the two of them had. I know I masturbated myself to five while I was watching over the course of the hour and a half they were engaged with one another.

I know some people have issues with allowing their partner to fuck someone else, and I totally understand and respect that.  I guess the fact that I’ve been in a relationship where we allow each other to play with other people precluded me from even having those pangs of doubt and anxiety those people get when they think about that kind of stuff.  I never did, though.  In fact, as I think you’ve probably sensed, I found this experience to be incredibly special.

So, in the future, when someone asks me, I’ll say, “Yes, I like to watch.”

And, oh yeah, it was erotic to smell and taste Chase on Nikki’s lips when she got up from the bed and came over, sat down on my lap, and kissed me when they were done.

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