This particular Friday night was no different than any other while in the middle of the pandemic. After a long week at work my plan was something on the grill, a few beers, maybe a movie and the evening likely ending with me rubbing one out.
My ex-girlfriend and I had went our separate ways less than a month before the this whole thing kicked up last March. I work in healthcare so I’ve been very diligent at keeping my distance and pretty much have been in self-quarantine for the better part of nine months. There’s been no sex, no parties and really little-to-no socialization on my part. It’s been a grind.
I had just shed my scrubs and took a long, hot shower. As I was drying off a co-worker called and asked if I wanted to come over for a few beers and to hang out. Honestly, I had been looking forward to (another) quiet night, but figured why not.
When I got to Steve’s house I was surprised to see Rachel there, too. Her and Steve kind of had this FWB thing going the last six months or so. Like me, their social lives were relatively non-existent, so I think both of them were just using the other to pass the time.
To be perfectly honest, I was a little jealous of Steve. I’ve worked with Rachel for almost two years and the two of us have always gotten along, but about a year ago Steve started and just swooped in and things progressed from there. I couldn’t help that think maybe, just maybe, if my ex- and I had broken things off sooner maybe it would be me in Steve’s position, but whatever.
Rachel was really down to earth and genuine. Her patients absolutely loved her because she had such a warm bedside manner. She was very attractive, but one of those girls whose personality resonated more than any of her physical features.
That said, I’m not the perfect professional. I’ve admired her in her scrubs before, and I’ve maybe even let her slip into my ‘by myself’ moments in the last year. Besides, guys talk. And Steve had made mention more than once of how freaky she would get in bed.
The three of us ordered a pizza, drank some beer and even did a few shots while we chatted, listened to music and watched TV. I knew my night was going to be spent on Steve’s couch, and not back at my place.
As Steve was doing some channel surfing he came across one of those ‘adult’ channels. Believe it or not, but he was one of those guys who actually paid like $50 for a monthly subscription.
“You’re not uncomfortable, are you bro?” he asked, as he was cuddled up with Rachel kitty-corner from me on the sectional.
“Me, uncomfortable? Nah,” I said unconvincingly, although I was lying.
“Rachel and I love watching porn together,” he joked as she slapped him on the arm.
“No we don’t, Ben!” she exclaimed. “No, we don’t!” she said staring at me.
The scene on the TV in front of us was a couple who was camping and having sex in their tent. Whatever. But then, along comes this guy on a hike who discovers the couple, proceeds to watch them and rub one out while he does so.
“Have you ever been watched?” Steve asked Rachel.
She slapped him again! “I can’t believe you’d ask that in front in front of Ben.”
“What? I was just asking,” he said.
“Well, that’s none of your business!” she said pinching his arm.
“So you have?” he asked back.
I didn’t really know where Steve was going with this. In a way, I felt sorry for Rachel that she was being embarrassed by him, but somehow I was genuinely curious.
After not saying anything for the better part of a few minutes, I chided her further.
“So…..” I said, my buzz clearly kicking in,“We’re waiting for an answer, you know.”
“BEN,” she exclaimed as she threw a scrunched up napkin at me. “Not you, too!”
She was clearly embarrassed, and sensing that I decided to alleviate the tension.
“It’s not that big of a deal if you have,” I said. “When Allie and I were dating and went to Mexico we were having sex on our balcony. Little did we know at the time another couple was watching us down by the beach. That night they said something to us at dinner. Kind of got us hot, and we ended up doing it again while they watched us outside their room.”
“Really? Wow, that’s hot Ben!” Steve said. “Don’t you think that’s hot, Rachel?” he asked her.
“No comment,” she said, clearly more flummoxed than before.
“What about you Steve? Ever been watched?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” he said. “At a music festival a few years ago a group of us went skinny-dipping. There were like eight girls and five guys, but other than everyone stealing glances nothing more happened.”
“You’re next, Rachel,” I said, as she glared at me.
“Didn’t I already say no comment, Ben,” she said rolling her eyes.
“You know you want to tell us, so just tell us,” Steve said, goading her further.
I’m probably not doing it proper justice, but with the scene on TV in front of us and the conversation, sexual tension in the room was prevalent. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I sensed under the blanket that Rachel and Steve had over them, their hands may have been wandering.
Both Steve and I sensed she was hiding something. Both of us were right.
“Okay, well, there was this one time in college where my roommate and I had sex in the same room with our boyfriends and we all watched one another,” she confessed.
“BOOM!” Steve exclaimed. “I knew you were hiding something. Was it fun?”
“Yeah, I guess it was pretty fun,” she said blushing.
“So did it just happen?” I asked.
Her face got even more red. “Well, technically, my roommate and I kind of set the whole thing up.”
“What?!?! That’s awesome!” professed Steve. “Did you ever tell them it was planned?”
“No. No, we didn’t….” she said trailing off. “But….”
But, what?” I prodded.
“It actually ended up happening a few times again after that first night,” she admitted. “I think all of us were kind of addicted.”
“And nothing more happened? Like, you didn’t play together or swap with them?” I asked.
“As couples, no,” she said. “But my roommate and I kind of fooled around together. She’s actually a lesbian now.”
“Holy moly,” I shouted. “You must have been really good if she went to women full time!”
“Oh Ben, I am really good. Ain’t that right, Steve?” she asked kissing him on the lips.
“No complaints here,” he said, kissing her back.
For the first time I was a little uncomfortable as they shared a more passionate kiss, but I think the alcohol was providing some liquid courage.
“You know, I’d be willing to be the audience for you two,” I said with confidence.
Rachel rolled her eyes, but she didn’t say no. Steve’s right hand was now up Rachel’s shirt and clearly kneading her breasts.
“Fuck her, Steve!” I told him.
The blanket was tossed to the floor. If either of them were nervous, they weren’t showing it. Rachel straddled Steve and raised her arms in the air, her sweatshirt coming off easily. She looked so sexy there in just her black, lacy bra covering her tits.
As the two of them became more comfortable and into one another, I unbuttoned my jeans, slid them down and kicked them off to the side. I was in just a t-shirt and rubbing my cock through my boxer briefs.
Rachel climbed off Steve and slid down her sweatpants to reveal a matching black thong.
“I can’t believe this,” she said looking back at me as she peeled the elastic of Steve’s shorts over his member.
After a subtle wink my way, she lowered her head and licked the tip of Steve’s cock. What an incredible sight. His head rested back and eyes were closed as Rachel’s tongue played with his mushroom head, then disappeared into her mouth.
An “oh fuck,” escaped Steve’s mouth, as his hands now guided her head up and down on his shaft.
Just as it sounded as though he might cum, she lifted her mouth off him and climbed on again. I had the perfect angle as I watched him move her panties to the side and his cock disappeared into her. In the meantime, without even realizing it, I had somehow removed my briefs and stroked my cock watching them.
Rachel’s moans were intensifying as she bounced up and down on Steve’s cock. One would think I’d be totally uncomfortable, but it was almost as if they didn’t even know I was there.
After a few minutes, Steve lifted her off him and had her lay on her back. Her head rested right at the 90-degree angle of the sectional, only feet away. Steve dove in, removing her panties and started licking her pussy and clit. She lifted herself just slightly, enough for her to reach back and in unclasp her bra. It was the first look I had at her tits. They were beautiful.
Rachel turned her head and our eyes made contact. It was the first time either of them had directly noticed me in some time.
“You can come closer and sit by head, Ben, but you can’t touch, okay.” she told me.
I was in a trance, but moved closer. Just as I sat down I could see her body shake and her panting intensify as Steve gave her the first orgasm of the night. It was so hot that I had to stop touching myself or I would have came too.
He didn’t even give her time to come down for her orgasm before he climbed on top of her and entered, plunging his cock into her hole. Her tits shook, and in-between thrusts from Steve and her closing her eyes, she’d look my way.
“You can’t touch, but can I?” she asked, her hand reaching for my cock before I could answer.
Here was Rachel, a co-worker, and Steve, another co-worker, fucking each other’s brains out while she stroked my cock.
“I’m going to cum again,” Rachel announced.
Steve plowed into her harder. That was it for me too. I made the announcement I was going to cum and Rachel begged for me to do it on her tits. So I stood up over her and unleashed my cum all over those beautiful tits.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” said Steve. “Here comes mine!” He pulled out and came all over her pussy and belly.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Even though I didn’t have sex with Rachel, it was the hottest sexual experience I’d had in my 26 years alive.
It was a little awkward for a while afterwards. Rachel and Steve went and passed out in his bed, and I ended up jerking off one more time on the couch before I fell asleep.
“Where’s Rachel, still in bed?” I asked the next morning.
“Nah, she got up and left early,” Steve responded. “I think she’s a little embarrassed.”
“She’s not the only one,” I said, trying to wipe away the cobwebs on what was sure to be a long hangover day.
“Well, she did say it was fun,” he confirmed. “I think she’d like to do it again, too.”
“Really, she said that?” I asked.
“Kind of,” he responded. “She felt like you might have been left out.”
Well, my hard-on was back.
More to come….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ktjm1p/i_m26_get_to_watch_them_m28f27
Waiting for “more to CUM”…