[MFM] The Night My Role Changed

38m/36f. After discussing what I called a “voyeur” fantasy for months, we ended up doing the dating app thing in hopes of finding a potential person to watch her with. As you’d probably expect, the majority of people were either creeps, ghosted when we weren’t rushing to meet or expose our identities to them, or were simply pic collectors.

It was disheartening for probably six weeks, until we met Chris. Chris was in his early 40s, retired from the Army, AA, and someone she immediately connected with and was attracted to you. We chatted on Whatsapp for several weeks before eventually “meeting” over video. That went well, we met in person for drinks and the next week had our first “experience” with him.

To call it a sexual awakening for her would be an understatement, and it was everything I imagined it would be and more in both incredible and frankly, hard to swallow at times ways. Ego aside, we immediately fell into a rhythm of “dating” him virtually every week, certainly something worth calling too hard and too fast for two people with zero experience prior. It was exhilarating and exciting, and my role of a voyeur/observer was super fulfilling.

However, this is about the night one line of instruction changed the dynamic entirely.

We were at his house, drinking tequila. I admittedly was imbibing a little more in both volume and frequency than the two of them. We were just hanging out, shooting the shit – nothing sexual was occurring. I got drunk (duh), and passed out on the couch in his living room.

I woke up hours later, still very much buzzed, and very disoriented as I sat up in a pitch black house. It took a few moments just to acclimate myself to where I was. I got up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and as I stood there drinking, I could hear this rhythmic thudding sound coming from the back of the house.

It took about five seconds for my stomach to drop and for to me to quickly piece together what was happening. I walked down the hallway, an unprecedented feeling of both anxiety and being turned on washing over me. As I got closer I could hear the low tone of his voice and her moans, even though I couldn’t make out the words.

I got to the open door and there they were. The porch light was streaming in through the bedroom window and he was standing at the foot of the bed. He was sweating, in front of him was her on all fours, equally glistening – her curly brown hair sticking to her back while her big, tan-lined, pink-handprint-splotched ass bounced violently off his thrusts.

She was moaning loudly as he had his hands on the tops of her cheeks, guiding her back into him. Her shirt was laying on the corner of the bed, and he grabbed it and used it to wipe his face and chest before throwing it on the ground. As he threw it, he saw me standing in the threshold and we made eye contact.

Nothing. He didn’t register my being there in the slightest. No eyebrow rise, no surprise, no “oh hey man, you’re up”, he essentially stared through me and turned his attention back to her. I felt frozen, I was now very turned on but just standing there with my heart racing.

He kept his rhythm for a few moments, then glanced back at me and flicked his head in the direction I had came down the hall. “Go on and shut the door… let me get this pussy”

I can only describe this as being the closest I’ve ever come to having an out of body experience. Every cell was screaming to do something, to say something, to push back in any way.

Instead, it was like watching my hand reach out, grab the door and pull it closed in front of me. I let go of the doorknob and leaned back against the opposite wall – now staring at the closed door, listening to them. I dropped my shorts around my ankles and started to stroke. I waited for him to announce he was getting close and then sped up, groaning, my knees buckling as I started to shoot on the hardwood floor. After a moment I cleaned up and went back to the couch and passed out on the couch.

From that moment, everything changed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/syxsnu/mfm_the_night_my_role_changed