Accept him watching

This became our new norm. Where the idea of him seeing me with other men and women, originally brought anxiety of shame I thought’d kill me, after that night there was no point in trying to hide anything, anymore.

If I walked into a room and he was already there, I didn’t bother to turn around. If he caught me on my knees, with my lips stretched around someone else’s cock, I didn’t look away. Sometimes he even came closer, openly watching me, with one hand in his lap. And when it was him, when he was the one deep inside a woman, I watched too. I tried to resist at first, but his open voyeurism of me, finally got me to succumb.

Other times, someone else would lend a hand and pleasure me while I stared at him, or a man filling one of my holes while my gaze stayed fixed on his. I knew it was a dangerous game we were playing at this point, and yet we both let it happen. We never said a word about it. On the surface, we treated the other like a random stranger in the club.

One night I was with a couple in one of the semi-public rooms with no door, and the curtains open, signaling anyone could stand outside and watch but not join unless invited. The man had me on my back, while his wife’s tongue worked over my clit, when I could just feel his presence, that sense of being watched. I looked up, and sure enough, there he was.

My friend’s dad was leaning in the doorway, sporting his signature arm cross, as though casually passing time. My pulse jumped, and it took me a moment to realize there was a woman I didn’t recognize kneeling in front of him with her lips stretched around his cock. Something finally snapped in me.

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