I’ve always had this fantasy about being watched while I’m doing something naughty. It’s something I’ve never admitted to anyone, not even my boyfriend… until last weekend. We were sitting around having drinks when he casually asked if I ever thought about hooking up with someone else while he watched. I laughed it off at first, but when he kept pressing, I finally admitted that I found the idea of being watched incredibly hot. He surprised me by saying, “Well, maybe we should make it happen.”

The next day, he brought it up again, saying he had a wild idea. He suggested our neighbor, a guy we’ve both talked to casually a few times. I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious. After some convincing (and a lot of teasing), I finally agreed to at least flirt and see what happened.

Later that evening, while my boyfriend was at work, I texted the neighbor to come over, pretending I needed help with something around the house. Things escalated fast. One moment we were talking casually, and the next, he had me bent over the counter, my heart racing as I knew my boyfriend was waiting for updates. It was wild, spontaneous, and everything I didn’t know I needed.

When it was over, I told my boyfriend about every single detail. He couldn’t wait to get home… let’s just say the night didn’t end there. Now, I can’t stop thinking about when it’ll happen again. Maybe next time, my boyfriend will be in the room watching…