[23F/M] Late Night Activities [exhibitionism][masturbating][mirror sex]

I’ve always been a fan of the male’s body.
The way they’d roll their eyes back, the way their toes curl, the way their chest rises up and down, the way they look like they’re in pain as they groan and moan – Oh, how I love to see a man’s body writhe under pleasure.

And perhaps, that’s exactly why I agreed to watching this man touch himself.

To stroke his cock as I watched in the dark.

Because I’m a lover of pleasure. Giving and receiving, and watching men like him get off.

And not just any man. This man was exceptionally looking. So, when he presented himself before me, completely naked.. my God, did he take my breath away.

I found myself unconsciously spreading my legs for him. Watching him. Listening.

Internally *begging* for more..

God, the way his big hand wrapped around his cock was marvelous.

I couldn’t bring myself to look away, slowly circling my clit as I watched. Cupping my mouth with my other hand, as I tried to stay quite while everyone slept.

Thoughts of being bent over the sink, in front of that same mirror he was stroking himself, consuming me.

In that very moment, *his pleasure was all mine*.

Mine.

Mine to soak in. Mine to watch. Mine to take..

I could feel the pool between my legs overflowing. Burning with need.

And then my favorite part came.
Plunging my fingers deep inside me as I watched, absolutely fascinated as his sweet nectar flew out of him – wanting nothing more than to be the one to clean up his mess.

Wanting to be the one to swallow him up.

This man was godly.

A need in me awakening, wanting to worship his body like a temple and pray to him to fuck me.

But he wasn’t here. And I wasn’t there. So, as the camera came to a stop, my need intensified.

Crawling back into bed, I slowly straddled my husband while he laid asleep.

Rubbing myself against his hard chest. My smooth brown legs a contrast against his white skin – I wanted *him*.

And by him, I mean the man I just finished watching playing with himself and cumming on camera for me.

So I pulled his cock out – and I began to rub my wet self against him.

My hips with a mind of their own, swaying back and fourth in a glorious manner – riding him. Feeling him getting harder under me as he moaned and began to wake up.

“Fuck baby, I love it when you wake me up like this.”

But I didn’t want to talk. No, I wanted to fuck.

I wanted him to fuck him out of my system.

I wanted his cock inside me as I closed my eyes and thought of this man’s cock. Imagining it was him inside me..

So, just like the previous scene before me – I got us up and guided him to the bathroom.

Standing right in front of the mirror, I grabbed his hand and trailed it down my body. Watching him watch me, feel me.

“I want you to make me watch myself get fucked by you, here. In front of this mirror.”

So he did. His hand roughly gripped the back of my head, my hair entangled between his fingers. And then he bent me over the sink, my ass up and my legs wide – his cock entering me without a warning.

Fucking me.

I felt dirty getting fucked by him while I thought of another man’s cock.

But I couldn’t help it. My pleasure was another mans for tonight.

And just as I was close to cumming, I closed my eyes – once again playing the scene of him jacking off.

Bringing two fingers down my throat, sucking them as I watched my husband fuck me. Feeling even more filthy than I already was.

My legs began giving out – trembling in response as his cock invaded my soft young flesh, my climax was *his*.

Just like his had been mine tonight.

With one final thrust, I came. His warm cum filling me up right after – a reminder of reality. A reminder that I was his and not another man’s.

I collapsed against his chest and with one last glance at the mirror and cum dripping out of me, my mind once again wondered to the beautiful stranger who had played with his cock for me.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wtuxsj/23fm_late_night_activities