It's been a bucket list item for a long time to watch a couple have sex in front of me. Even though it was probably implanted from watching porn, the idea never fails to arouse me. When I told my friends about my fantasy, they were often confused. It's hard for me to explain to them that I do get pleasure from simply watching, just because sex is so physical. You're getting sensations from the touch of your partner, their warmth, them grabbing your arm, the tingles from each thrust. But I guess my brain prioritizes other senses and touch equally. So, I embarked on journey, increasing my involvement until it finally happened.
My first encounter started in a hotel room - Blissfully unaware on my bed and watching a YouTube video essay, the back of my head resting gently against the wall. I felt the faint vibrations of something rhythmic in the wall. Instinctively, I turn my head towards the window, thinking it was a drum or something outside causing the vibration and in doing so, my ear pressed against the wall. A faint feminine moan told me that it possibly my neighbors doing the deed and I perked up. Seconds later, a sharp smack, a louder female moan, and a man grunting confirmed what I had been thinking. They didn't continue on past that, and in total, the whole ordeal only lasted a couple of minutes. I had the sound of the smack and their moans running through my head as I came, imagining me witnessing them in front of me. I slept soundly that night.
My next set of interactions was when I worked at a retail store. My manager was on the kinkier side and in an open relationship due to her husband's lower sex drive and aversion to kink. She dated solo and would always divulge her previous date night stories to me. What can I say - I was very curious about an attractive blonde's adventures out in the world. The break room conversations were as respectful as one could be while also explaining how her date couldn't get hard, or how she couldn't sit comfortably from being flogged the night before.
One of the things she always stressed to me was the importance of communication. When asking how she figures out if a guy is right, she stressed to me to be direct. She hated having a guy who wasn't clear what he wanted, or always danced around how he really felt. Reason being, she told her husband everything. He, while not interested in the details exactly, wanted her to be safe while she enjoyed her escapades. I already knew from my own relationships how important it was to talk with one another, but open relationships are on a whole different level. Not only is she trying to figure out if her new date is sexually compatible, she's also relaying her new partner's info to her husband.
They had a great relationship despite the unusual circumstances. He even came in while she was working and I watched them hug. It was like an aura of compassion and love emanated from them and sent a shockwave into my heart. I was couldn't help but let slip an "Aww". My manager quickly snapped her head at me, her mascara winged eye peeking over his shoulder. She glared at me before she softened up and looked back into his eyes, her arms squeezing him tighter. I felt a tinge of sadness, remembering my ex that used to do that to me, but also raw happiness. It was emotionally fulfilling to see my manager embracing the love of her life. I rode that feeling of elation through the end of my shift.
When it finally happened, it felt like everything fell into place perfectly. I was on business travel, a couple years after my last interaction with this fantasy. I had put my dating life on hold, pursuing my career first and foremost. However, I wasn't a stranger to the hotel bar and having a fling to get over a dry spell. I walked downstairs from my room, saddled up at around 8, and let the drinks flow. For a Friday, it wasn't particularly busy, but I honestly savored the quietness. I had spent 10 hours on a packed convention floor, marketing to a constantly moving audience that was pretty "meh", and only got a handful of people who would even inquire more about what the company was selling. Safe to say, I needed to have some release.
45 minutes to an hour in, I saw a woman walk up, alone, and she sat a couple seats away from me. I had been conversing with the bartender, but she caught my attention. Clearly middle aged, slim with brown curly hair, but no less elegant in her shimmering black dress that went down just past her knees. I quickly got up and sat next to her. I asked her questions about why she was here (vacation), observing at how unusually empty it was ("It is odd for a Friday to be like this"), and generally enjoying her company. She was sweet and reciprocated my energy as we wandered from topic to topic, coloring in parts of our lives.
I don't know how much time had passed but Grace, the woman I had been talking to, was joined by a man in a green sweater and black jeans. He had a dad bod type body which made his sweater puff out a little, but held himself well. The energy changed once she introduced the man as her husband, Paul. I offered to buy him a couple drinks, to "catch up", but he only took me up on one. He was jovial and full of energy. Whereas I felt calm and reserved when speaking with Grace, Paul brought out a more cheeky side of me. He and I had quality banter and bounced jokes off each other, with Grace being subject to our drunken wit. It was a genuinely good time and full of belly laughs. Grace was able to pull off some quick thinking of her own and at least make me laugh a few times throughout the night as well.
As the night continued, Paul also delved into more flirtatious questions, at the behest of his wife. I answered about my own sexual experiences and reflected it back onto him. The mood was definitely shifting to be something more. Eventually - it must've been the alcohol aiding him - he voiced his desire for some private time back in the room. Grace glared at him with a "Really?" type look, but I replied back with, "I don't blame you, she's a lovely woman". Her gaze now directed back at me with some shock. He snapped back with, "I'm so glad I get to be with her every night. It's a treat, I tell you".
In that moment, I realized, even though I was inebriated, that this was my chance to finally make my fantasy come true. I thought back to my old manager and how she told me to just be direct. It rolled in my mind how nervous I was that I actually might do this. The butterflies in my stomach were racing to get out as I thought about the night that could be before me. With the help of my own liquid courage, I said, "Well, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to join you guys." Grace's head tilts, while Paul's eyes widened. I quickly tried to recover, "Not to have a threeway, but like, watch you guys enjoy each other".
The silence hung in the air. Grace was visibly taken aback and turned towards a pensive Paul. As the seconds counted on, I felt like I had misread the situation and fucked it up completely. I started to down the rest of my drink, attempting to make a smooth exit, when Paul chirped up.
"We've never done this before but..." Paul stopped himself and looked at his wife for a second. "Our room is 313. Stop by if you want to". He then stood up to go walk back to their room, with Grace following suit. She smiled at me and when she turned around to join her husband, I could see his hand drift down to grab her ass over her dress. I paid my tab, ran up to my room to shower, and threw on some sweats and a tshirt to go knock on 313.
