Being Watched

Chris had been staying with us for nearly two weeks, while he got settled back in the country. He and Nix had history years ago, back at university, they had even been lovers for a short time. But life took him elsewhere. A job offer overseas had pulled him away, yet their friendship endured. Their group was small and tightly knit, so despite the distance, they had always kept in touch.

When Chris landed, we picked him up from the airport and had a few close friends round for dinner., it was as if no time had passed. The same banter, the same inside jokes it was effortless.

He was back, having taken a new job. As always, he had landed on his feet. His new role came with plenty of perks, one of them being a personal assistant who had offered to help him find temporary accommodation until he secured his own place. But we had insisted he stay with us in the meantime, if only to give him a hard time about being "homeless."

At first, it was nice having him around friendly catch up over dinner, late-night drinks, reminiscing about the past. It was innocent enough. But then, I started to notice the way his eyes lingered on Nix. And I wasn't the only one.

Nix noticed too although I began to expect she probably didn't mind. If anything, she encouraged it. Reacantly she'd started stepping out of the shower with the bedroom door open. while only half-covered in a towel, slowly in front of the mirror, with the door still ajar she would smooth lotion over her skin. If that wasn't enough, she found noend of reasons to bend over in front of him and pick something up.

She liked the way his gaze followed the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts... it sent a thrill through her. A mix of nostalgia and with a touch of forbidden excitement.

She admitted it to me one night in bed, her voice a whisper in the dark.

"I see him watching me," she murmured, biting her lip. "It turns me on."

Her breath was warm against my neck as she pressed closer.

"I think he listens to us," she continued. "When we're making love, he's in the room next door." A pause. Do you think he touches himself?

I smirked "The way you moan or squeal when I slap your arse?". "Yeah, I think he might listen."

The image sent a rush of heat through her. The idea of being listed too, knowing someone else craved her, made her wetter than ever. That night. Just in case she was right, I slapped her arse harder, and tried to thrust deeper making sure her moans were louder than usual, Nix imagined Chris lying awake, matching our rhythm on the other side of the wall just a few feet away in the spare room.

That night spark a plan. We'd always fantasised about being watched but had never gone through with it, finding the right person had always been the problem. Turns out, he might already be in the house.

Chris had no idea he'd just been unknowingly headhunted for yet another job. This one had a lovely set of perks.

Chris's two weeks were almost up. He had found a house within commuting distance, We had planned a quiet night in for the three of us, with a small moving out present it was a beautifully handwritten card from us.

Nix had invited him to join us and had explained the rules of the evening's engagement, and what to do if he accepted it.

For us, the anticipation had been building all week. For him, the tension must have felt thick enough to cut with a knife. The energy in the house had shifted the moment Nix and I decided what we wanted. It became a game subtle provocations, more teasing glimpses, setting the stage without ever saying a word.

Chris had no idea what we had planned. But the invitation had been clear Nix had slipped the card onto his pillow during dinner. He had no idea it was there until he retired for the night.

After dinner, Nix excused herself, heading upstairs to get ready.

After a hot shower, she slipped into a delicate lingerie set that I knew would drive us both her warm blooded males wild. Her makeup was flawless sultry smoky eyes, glossy deep red lipstick on her pouting lips. Her hair was simple but effortlessly seductive.

In our living room I had lit candles, put on soft music the perfect setting for what was about to unfold. Before shutting the door and joining Nix upstairs

She caught my gaze in the mirror as I entered the room, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Help me get ready?"

I stepped behind her, my hands sliding over her bare shoulders, my lips brushing the nape of her neck. I wanted her to look irresistible tonight. Not just for me. For him.

She had to look unforgettable.

She smirked, giving me a playful nod. I guided her to the bed, her skin tingling under my fingertips. Lying back, she let me trace the curves of her body, savouring the softness beneath my hands. She straddled me, her breath quickening as I slowly pulled her thong to one-side. catching a glimpse she was Freshly waxed just the smallest strip remained. The stage was set for an unforgettable night.

Slowly she lowered herself onto my face, my hands gripping her hips as I guided her to where my mouth found its target. My tongue flicked over her swollen clit before gently working my way down, sending waves of pleasure through her.

She was lost in the sensation when the soft sound of a door opening echoed down the hall. A quiet creak. Hesitant. Nix shivered, knowing what might be about to happen.

I didn't stop straight away, knowing Chris would have to pass our room. I pressed my tongue more firmly against her, and Nix let out an unmistakable moan of lust, followed by a giggle.

"You arsehole, you did that on purpose," she teased.

Chris was already seated in the high-backed chair when we stepped into the living room. He had taken the invitation without needing it to be spoken.

Nix walked ahead of me, her robe loosely tied around her body a deliberate tease. She had been wearing it for days, letting it slip or ride up, and he had probably been fantasising about what lay beneath.

I followed close behind, my hand grazing the tie at her waist, a small tug was all it needed unfastening it I held it, as she carried on in one slow motion. The fabric slid down her shoulders, over her arse cheeks, before pooling at her feet.

Chris exhaled sharply. "Wow."

I smirked. "Chris, would you mind staying seated? You know the rules."

He nodded, shifting slightly, adjusting himself.

I had placed a chair exactly where I wanted it, with a small walnut table beside it. On the table, I set a fine Scotch whisky in a decanter, along with a glass. The room was how I'd left it dimmed lighting and candles created a soft sensual light. I'd shut the door, leaving the scene with everything in place for Chris's arrival.

I positioned Nix on the sofa, right where I knew he could see everything. My hands cupped her breasts giving them a gentle squeeze, before i ran my fingers up her bra-strap teasing as I slipped them down over her shoulders. pulling the cups away to expose her breasts i lowered my head my lips found a nipple, drawing it into my mouth with slow, deliberate precision I bite it gently letting her first soft moan out in front of him. my hand followed the curve of her body stopping at her hip where the lace of her G-string sat but simply Sliding down her G-string didn't seem to fit in the mood instead curling my hand round the triangle of fabric. I simply pulled snapping the thin lace that held it together, it bit into Her skin slightly before giving away, causing Nix moan again her body responding instantly to the slight pain both her nipples hardened.

Laying on her back The reality of Chris seeing her laid bear made her wetter than ever. Slightly nervous, she crossed her legs, noticing I Gently spread her legs open for him to get a better view. Her glistening pussy shimmered in the candlelight. After what I decided was the right amount of time for him to enjoy the scenery, I knelt then dove in like a man starving.

My tongue slid deep inside her, searching for the spot that would make her scream my name, she did eventually making me work for it. She reached down, tangling her fingers in my hair, pulling me up for a passionate kiss. Her hand found my cock, now teasing me Nix started by rubbing it in her wet slit just far enough in between her pussy lips to get it wet with the help of a little bit of pre cum she rubbed it hard against her clit causing her to moan futher. pulling back. I whispered in her ear, "On your knees."

She obeyed without hesitation, taking my cock in her hand, slowly pumping it before licking the tip where my pre-cum had formed. She kissed it gently, teasing me, refusing to take it fully into her mouth. Instead, she cupped my balls, slowly caressing them catching me off guard as she spat on my cock, something she had never done before. She continued to stroke it hard and rough it was a stalemate looking deep in each other's eye I broke first.

grabbing her, turned her around, and bent her over the arm of the sofa, facing Chris only a few feet away. Holding her in place, I thrust deep inside her. She gasped, head thrown back. Already so worked up, she took me easily, and with one powerful thrust, I was buried deep inside her.

Chris shifted in his seat. In side I smiled to myself.

Gripping her hips, I drove into her harder, feeling her body tighten around me. Nix moaned louder, her fingers digging into the sofa as I thrust into her over and over again. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, echoing through the room.

Chris hadn't moved from his seat, but Nix and I had we were just a few inches frim him now. We'd managed to shift the sofa with the force of it. Even in the dim light, I could see the way his fingers twitched, the way his breathing grew heavier. He was completely captivated. Nix knew it too. Nix tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his.

I thrust into her deeper, pulling her closer by her hips. She gasped, arching her back, fully exposing herself giving him an unobstructed full frontal view of her body. Her tits bounced gently with our movement, i was still buried deep inside her from behind, chris watched as her bare pussy seemed to pulse.

Sliding one hand up her spine, I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling just enough to make her cry, exposing her neck. I buried my face in her hair, my lips close to her ear as I whispered

"You like this, don't you? Him watching you?"

She whimpered in response, pushing back against me, desperate for more.

Chris shifted again. I could see the outline of his erection through his trousers, his hand resting over it as if fighting the urge to stroke himself.

Nix smiled. "Should we give him a better view?" Without giving her a response, I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and spread her legs wide.

Chris whistled. Nix was soaked, her thighs glistening. She reached down, fingers spreading her lips open, showing off the mess I had made of her. "Touch yourself," I whispered.

Her fingers moved to her clit, rubbing slow circles as she kept her gaze locked on Chris. The tension in the room was suffocating.

I wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking myself as I watched her play. Her hips bucked under her own touch, her lips parted in pleasure.

Chris finally caved. His hand moved beneath the pillow on his lap, his arm shifting in slow, controlled motions. I think He thought we wouldn't notice.

Nix moaned even louder, her fingers moving faster. Her body trembled. She was close. She grinned devilishlywhen she saw the pillow he had moved onto his lap. His arm moving slowly beneath it. Was he doing what she thought he was doing? She turned back to me. now She turned her attention to me. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly before taking me into her mouth.

She had never been overly keen on sucking cock before. But with Chris watching, she was loving every second of it. Her eyes flicked up to him, her mouth full of me, and she winked. Tonight, Nix was putting on a real show for him. But what would her shows tagline be?

Do you remember when we used to???

Or

Just look what you could have one!

Nix worked her mouth over my cock with a new kind of hunger, her tongue swirling over the head before taking me deeper, her lips wrapped around my shaft. She enjoyed teasing me, drawing out my pleasure until I couldn't take it anymore, it was quite a performance sh was putting on for him but I wasn't complaining.

Chris was still seated, glass in hand, his breathing shallow, his eyes locked on Nix as she bobbed her head up and down. He shifted in his chair, adjusting himself again, though it was obvious what he was trying to hide.

Nix pulled off me with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my cock. She glanced sideways at Chris, her expression coy, and ran her tongue up the length of my shaft before whispering, just loud enough for him to hear.

"i see You still like watching me suck cock? another pop sounded as she continued even if its not yours"

Chris swallowed hard.

Nix eyes narrowed as she looked back to me. "Should I let him see how I ride you?"

climbing onto my lap, positioning herself so she was facing Chris, her legs spread wide, her glistening pussy hovering over my cock. I held her hips as she lowered herself onto me, both of us groaning in unison as I entered her.

Chris let out a quiet, unsteady breath.

Nix gasped as she sank down fully, adjusting to enjoy the sensation before she started moving her hips slow and deliberate. Her hands running over her own body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples, carrying on the show that Chris wouldn't forget.

I leaned in bitting her shoulder her movements becoming more desperate, more intense she started rubbing her clit in tight circles again, making her body tense with the threat of release.

Chris was on the edge of his seat now, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. Nix leaned back against me, her breath ragged.

"You wish you could have me again, don't you?" she taunted, locking eyes with him as she rode me harder.

Chris didn't answer. He didn't have to.

His body said everything. Nix clenched around me, her nails digging into my thighs as she orgasmed, her cries of pleasure filling the room. I held her down, thrusting up into her, Her body trembled.

as her climax faded, Nix hopped up. Quickly, she turned around and sat back on me, pushing me onto my back, straddling me taking control. Her hands splayed across my chest as she rode me, grinding her hips slowly at first, then faster. She turned her head towards Chris, smirking.

"Dose this remind you of our night together at university?" she teased, her voice sultry.

Now it was my turn. Rolling us over, I picked up the pace, slamming into her. Her eyes flicked to Chris, watching him, taunting him her nails now digging into my arms. Her body arched, legs tightening around me. I watched as she quivered beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her. As she came, I felt her pulse around my cock, her cries of pleasure completely uninhibited. I felt her body trembling again, and, unable to stop myself, I filled her groaning loudly.

Enjoying the moment, I couldn't help but think this was probably the best performance I'd given Nix in a while and putting on a show seemed to do it for us.

I turned to see Chris's hand gripping the base of his cock, his breathing ragged as cum dripped from the tip. Nix noticed too.

"I hope this was a good enough show for you." Nix said.

I climbed off her, sinking into the sofa next to her, exhausted. With me out of the way, she widened her legs a little more just for him.

For your eyes only she's winked at him playing with herself again slightly.

"Do you still want me?" she taunted, her gaze locked on Chris. "I hope you do. I hope it's given you something fresh to use later... because I imagine our night back then is just a distant memory now."

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"But later... when I'm alone, when my husband isn't around... I might use this memory myself. Thinking of you. Matching our rhythm. As I fuck my husband... while your hand pumps that big cock of yours."

Chris let out a long sigh, his jaw slack, mouth open, his hand gripping his semi as it stirred from her teasing.