MY BEST SEX EVER WAS… …while my boyfriend watched

Living out his voyeuristic fantasies, Gemma* felt strangely empowered

Chris* was everything his Tinder photos promised – devilishly handsome with muscles bulging in all the right places. He had a naughty glint in his eye that told me straight away he had a kinky edge. I knew sex with him would be wild, but I’d never have guessed his biggest sexual fantasy didn’t involve him doing anything.

We’d been dating for a fortnight when he let slip how it turned him on to imagine me sleeping with another guy – while he watched. It was the thought of me orgasming (and the raging jealousy he’d then feel) that got him off. “There’s a fetish for everything,” he said. “This one’s called cuckolding.”

At that point, I wasn’t ready to act out his fantasy. I wanted to have sex with Chris alone. But I could describe to him stories of sex with other men – I’d always been into dirty talk. One night, I reminisced about sex with my ex, who had a massive penis. I described how we once did it on the hood of his car and that he’d plunged himself into me with such force I screamed. The story turned Chris on so much, he came almost immediately.

After a few months of narrating my fantasies during sex, Chris suggested we visit a swingers’ club. It had really turned me on how much he got off on my dirty talk, so once we’d decided we’d go, but leave if I found it uncomfortable, I agreed.

That night (after a few wines) I got all dressed up in a pair of black garter stockings, a miniskirt and sheer bra, so my nipples showed through my lace blouse. On sight of me, Chris groaned, “Every man there will want to fuck you.”

There was a weirdly appealing smell of sex and sweat in the air. We got gin and tonics at the bar and made the rounds until I spotted a man with a shoulder tattoo in his late thirties who I thought was really attractive. As Chris took a step back, I approached him and invited him with us into one of the private rooms.

Things heated up fast. Grasping at my breasts, the stranger sucked my nipples, before making his way down to the black crotchless pants I’d just bought. He began fingering me, before licking at my clitoris. The whole time my eyes were glued on Chris, as he stroked himself through his jeans.

The tattooed guy then pulled off his boxers, exposing an enormous erection. My boyfriend grinned his approval. Then the stranger put on a condom before climbing on top of me. He was thicker than I’d imagined and, as his thrusts became more frenzied, Chris began masturbating just a few feet away. I felt like I was the star of my own porno and started playing it up, reaching for the man’s bum, pulling him deeper inside me, all the while moaning.

With Chris lapping up my performance, I shuddered as I orgasmed. Soon after, the man came (and left), and then Chris led me into another room. He pinned me up against a wall, kissing me passionately, telling me how much he wanted me. We did it doggy-style and both came within seconds.

Since then, Chris and I have been back to the club six times. Being a part of someone’s fantasy can be risky, but the act leaves me feeling more desirable than ever, and empowered, knowing I have absolute control over my boyfriend’s pleasure.

“I felt like the star of my own porno, playing it up”