[F]34 - The One Where I Made My Boyfriend Jerk Off While My Friend Watched

So, a few years back, I was in this relationship where I was the one in control—totally consensual, of course. My boyfriend, let's call him Mark, was into it, and so was I. It was our dynamic, and it worked for us. One night, I decided to invite my friend Sarah over for dinner. Sarah and I had been close for years, and she knew about my relationship with Mark, but she'd never really seen it in action. That night, things took a turn I hadn't entirely planned but definitely enjoyed.

Sarah showed up around 7, looking hot as hell in this tight little dress that hugged her curves just right. Mark was already a little nervous—he always got like that when I had friends over, especially women. I could tell he was trying to play it cool, but I could see the way his eyes flicked over her, the way he shifted in his seat. Dinner was casual at first, lots of wine and laughter, but as the night went on, Sarah started getting flirty. Like, really flirty. She'd lean over the table, letting her cleavage do the talking, and make these little comments that had Mark blushing like a schoolboy.

I didn't stop her. In fact, I encouraged it. I wanted to see how far she'd go, and more importantly, how Mark would react. He was clearly turned on but trying to hide it, which only made it hotter. At one point, Sarah outright asked him if he thought she was pretty. He stammered something about her being "very attractive," and I could see his cock twitching in his pants. That's when I decided to take things up a notch.

I told Mark to sit down on the couch and not move. He obeyed instantly, his eyes wide but eager. Sarah looked at me, confused but intrigued, and I just smiled. "You've been teasing him all night," I said. "Why don't you show him what you've got?" She hesitated for a second, but then she got this wicked grin on her face and walked over to him. She straddled his lap, grinding against him slowly, and I could see his hands gripping the couch like he was trying not to touch her. I told him to relax and enjoy it, and that's when I noticed how hard he was—his cock was straining against his zipper, and I could tell he was dying to do something about it.

That's when I gave the next order. "Take it out," I said, my voice firm but low, the kind of tone that made Mark's cock twitch even before he touched it. He hesitated for a split second, his eyes darting between me and Sarah, who was still perched on his lap, her ass grinding against his hardening bulge. I raised an eyebrow, and that was all it took. His hands fumbled with his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss, and then he was unbuttoning his pants, pulling down the zipper with a shaky hand.

When his cock sprang free, it was already fully hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Sarah let out a little gasp, her eyes locked on it like she'd just been handed the best gift of her life. "Jesus," she muttered, biting her lip. "You weren't kidding about him being big." I smirked, knowing she was exaggerating a little. Mark wasn't huge—he was a good size, thick enough to feel amazing but not so big that it was intimidating. Still, the comment clearly went straight to his head—and his cock. His hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers trembling slightly as he started to stroke himself, slow and tentative at first, but then with more confidence as he realized I wasn't going to stop him.

She leaned forward, her tits pressing against his chest, and whispered something in his ear that made his entire body tense. I couldn't hear what she said, but I didn't need to. The way his cock pulsed in his hand told me everything. She glanced back at me, her eyes dark with desire, and asked, "Can I kiss you?" I nodded, and she was on me in an instant, her lips crashing against mine in a hungry, sloppy kiss. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and I could taste the wine on her breath.

Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, squeezing my tits through my bra, sliding down to my hips and then between my legs. I was already soaked but I wasn't ready to let her touch me there yet. Not while Mark was still sitting there, his cock in his hand, his eyes glued to us as we made out like a couple of horny teenagers. I broke the kiss long enough to give him another order. "Faster," I said, my voice sharp and commanding. He obeyed instantly, his hand moving up and down his shaft in quick, jerky motions, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Sarah pulled away from me, her lips swollen and glistening. "Can I suck him?" she asked, her voice trembling with need. I nodded, and she dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she leaned in.

I decided to get a better view. I moved behind the couch, standing directly behind Mark so I could watch Sarah work. From this angle, I could see everything—the way her lips stretched around his cock, the way her tongue flicked against the sensitive underside, the way her hand moved in sync with her mouth Mark's head fell back against the couch, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation, but I kept mine wide open, not wanting to miss a single second.

I could see the tension building in his body, the way his balls tightened, and I knew he was close. "Don't stop," I told Sarah, my voice steady but firm. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and pleading, and I knew exactly what she wanted. "You can swallow," I said, and that was all the encouragement she needed.

She took him deep again, her throat working around his cock as she sucked him with a kind of desperation that made my own pussy clench with envy. Mark's whole body tensed, his back arching off the couch as he came, his cum shooting down Sarah's throat in thick, hot spurts. She didn't miss a drop, her lips sealed tight around him as she milked him dry, her hand still stroking his shaft until he was completely spent.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were slick with spit and cum, and she looked up at me. "Your turn," she said, and before I could respond, she was on me again, her mouth crashing against mine as she passed Mark's cum from her mouth to mine. It was hot and salty and fucking delicious, and I could feel myself getting wetter with every second. Mark watched, his cock still half-hard, and I knew this was far from over.