Sit There and See

The wardrobe door was slatted, which Jess had called a gift.

She was thirty-six. Her boyfriend Anton was thirty-nine. The man in the wardrobe was Lee, forty, a friend who had said, carefully, that he wanted to watch her get fucked and not be touched unless she asked. They had done the talking on Tuesday. Friday was the seeing.

Anton put her on the bed facing the slats. Jess looked at the dark lines and knew Lee was behind them, cock in his hand, as agreed.

"Tell him what you see isn't a show," she said. "It's me taking it."

Anton pushed in. Jess moaned and kept her eyes on the wardrobe. The knowledge of Lee watching made her wetter than the cock alone. She came fast, then again when Anton pulled her hair and told the slats she was coming. Anton came on her stomach so the watcher could see it. From the wardrobe, a stifled groan.

"Out," Jess said. "If you still want to be looked at too."

Lee stepped out, flushed, hard. She looked at him. He looked at the mess. Nobody pretended it had been an accident.

Lee stayed out. Jess looked at his cock and told him to stroke it while Anton fucked her again, so the watching was not only one way. She came with both of them in her eyeline. Anton came on her tits. Lee came in his fist and said thank you like a man who had been given a room, not a favour. They drank water in the kitchen. Jess said next time the slats stayed, but he could be closer to them. Lee said yes. Anton said he liked being seen using her. She kissed him and said then use her where the friend can hear the bed. They did, once more, louder. The wardrobe door did not latch. That was becoming a style.

Lee took the chair at the end of the bed the next time, no wardrobe, because Jess wanted him seen too. Anton fucked her facing him. She came looking at Lee. Lee came on his stomach when she nodded. Then she sucked Lee while Anton watched, and the observation flipped without anyone being left out. Water in the kitchen. A plan for the slats again, then the chair. Jess said she liked being the thing looked at. Both men said they liked looking. The door stayed unlatched. That was the invitation, and the fuck was the proof.

The slats came back because Jess missed the almost-hidden part. Lee sat behind them and stroked himself while Anton fucked her slow, then hard, her eyes on the lines of light. She came saying she knew he was there. Anton came on her tits for the sightline. Lee groaned and came, audible. She called him out and looked at the mess on his hand, then sucked him hard again while Anton watched from the bed. Water after. She said the wardrobe was the fantasy and the chair was the fact, and she wanted both in the same night next time. They agreed. The door stayed off the latch like a habit.

They did wardrobe and chair in one night. Lee started behind the slats, came once from watching, then sat in the chair and watched Anton fuck Jess again, closer, her eyes on him. She came. Anton came on her stomach. She sucked Lee while Anton held her hair, a filthy little courtesy. Water, toast, a calendar. Jess said she wanted to be looked at more than she wanted to be mysterious. Both men said good, because looking was the part they had asked for. The slats stayed. The chair stayed. The latch did not. She slept between the idea of both and woke wet.

The slats and the chair both stayed. She wanted to be seen. They wanted to see. The bed did the rest, and nobody fixed the latch.