My boyfriend wants to see me fuck another man

Hi… this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. I didn’t even know websites like this existed, where people write these kinds of things. My name is Aliyah, I’m 25. Paul, my boyfriend, is 38. We’ve been together for seven years. He’s… well, he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. In every sense of the word.

For the last few months, Paul has been saying things to me that make me incredibly nervous. Things I had never even imagined. He tells me it turns him on immensely to think of another man touching me, looking at me, fucking me. At first, I thought it was a joke, or that he was testing me, but he’s insistent. So much so, that last week he took me to a place… a club. It wasn’t a normal nightclub. In the dim light, you could see couples and groups on sofas, touching each other, some already openly fucking. I was paralyzed, clinging to his arm, but Paul whispered for me to relax, that we were just there to watch.

And we watched. I saw a woman being penetrated by two men at once, while another licked her breasts. The sounds were… wet, intense. And suddenly, I felt Paul’s hand on my pussy, slipping inside my leggings. “You see? Everyone enjoys it,” he said in a low voice, and I felt his fingers seeking out my underwear. I was dying of embarrassment, but also… aroused. Terribly aroused. I felt heat rushing up my neck, and my cunt was throbbing as if I was about to have a heart attack.

Paul, without taking his eyes off mine, slid two fingers inside me. I was soaked. A moan escaped me and I clenched my teeth to stay quiet, but he kept moving his fingers, rubbing that spot that has made me see stars so many times, but here, in front of everyone. A man standing nearby stared at us with a smile, stroking his cock over his pants. I felt myself blush completely, but I didn’t move. On the contrary, I pressed my hips against his hand, seeking more. Paul looked at me with an intensity I’d never seen in him before, panting, massaging his own crotch with his other hand. “Do you like being watched, beautiful?” he asked me, and all I could do was nod, with tears in my eyes, until the orgasm shook my entire body, trembling against him, muffling a scream into his shoulder.

But then, we left. We didn’t let anyone approach us. Paul took me straight home and there, in our bed, he fucked me with a savage possessiveness, as if reclaiming me, telling me I was only his. Now I’m so confused… On one hand, what happened at the club embarrasses me, but it also turned me on like nothing else in my life. On the other hand, I’m afraid that if we take the next step, if we let someone else actually touch me, something between us will break forever. Paul is my life, my only love. But I can’t stop thinking about those eyes on me, about the freedom… and about the fear.