When You Love Watching Her – Part 1

A note: If you are looking for a quick sex story with all masalas to get you an instant jerk off, sorry to say that this is not the one for you.

This is a summary of 2 parts of my life, both involving real incidents and real fantasies that I and my partner shared. It may feel slow, but every bit of it is true and approved by my wife :)

Part 1 – My First Love and Her Exhibitionism

Part 2 – My Wife and our Sharing Fantasies

Humans – the one and only perfected organism on earth that outsmarted everything else that lives. starting as a microcell, growing to bacteria and then to a fish and all the way to a monkey. Evolution filtered the best organism to survive and right now, humans are its best product ever.

That said, the highly efficient brain of humans can’t stop thinking. It cannot be idle for a prolonged period and it always seeks for something interesting to do. It is so smart that the brain gets bored very easily when it understands the logic of something. For example, the ways he wants to stimulate himself to have sex.

I remember that I had started masturbating when I was of age 18. Just by watching a good looking TV serial heroin or a voluptuous woman even if they are all dressed up properly, was enough for me to get excited and get it done. I was so young that I did not even know there are other mediums like magazines and cheap sex books available for your wild imaginations. As I grow up, so did my imagination. Movie actresses to models to classmates.

You see, when you spend a few minutes every day of your life, imagining various sex acts and such, you will have to improve yourself. Imagining fucking the same girl, same way will get easily bored. Then you start changing their faces Then you start imagining things other than just imagining their nude body.

You start creating your own sex movies in your mind. You start watching porn, at first with fear then anxiety and then fun. Soon you start searching for some new flavour of porn. So-called vanilla sex has already started and matured when you are just 15. Just imagine a naked female and fucking her is no more an exciting thing. We just evolve.

Part 1: My First Love and Her Exhibitionism

My understanding of girls and their sexual desires were completely changed when I fell in love with a beautiful girl. Very well built features with attractive boobs and butts. She was famous between the guys for her cotton-tight tops and skinny leggings.

There as not much left for the imagination to understand her body size. Well-shaped and very tight figure. Her tummy and legs were tight but boobs and but were plums. She loved wearing shot length chudidar-top with a long slit on the side. That always helps us see the perfect size of her long leg, tightly covered inside a thin white legging.

For some reason, I always thought that girls are never really interested in sex. They don’t know to imagine, or they don’t experiment with sex or they just don’t spend enough time dedicating to sex. Some girls may be of that category, but oh boy not my girl.

When our relationship grew to that point when we started talking about sex. you know, it always starts with asking for a kiss, then asking where you want and then the boy will take the steering wheel and start exploring her. But she surprised me each time by reading my mind and giving me what I wanted.

Be it a kiss, be it a blow job or that first fucking we had. It was always she who took that first step. When she rubbed her soft chubby cheeks on the tip of my penis that day, when she licked up my shaft from the very bottom to top like that’s her favourite ice-cream, I was lost in a world that can never be explained. That tiny cubes of Internet cafes gave me those first ever experience of physical sex and its unimaginable pleasure.

For the first time in my life, I realized a girl need no experience to make her partner satisfied. Just pure love and she sucked up all my pre-cum, cum, and post-cum. Like its made just for her – even while we knew a pair of eyes are peeking from a small gap of the cube we sit. We just didn’t care. In fact, it was her who asked me to look down and watch her instead of worrying about those peeking eyeballs. Like she got excited by being watched.

That was a very wild seed that started growing in me. A strange, but very excited sexual emotion when I imagine my girl being watched by another man. I was not sure what aspect of it made me excited. Sure I did love her. But the fact that others are watching her as a whore made me almost ejaculate without touching myself. It is not exciting to think the same about any other girl. It is not exciting when someone watches some other girl. There is something kinky when my partner is being watched or shared. Woah!

The thing with desi girls is, they are taught to be inside a shell all the time. A virtual shell that hides their emotions and freedom. It’s been stuffed into their minds from birth. It is very hard to break that shell and very rarely some can do that.

Even with intimate and private moments with their partner, a girl is automatically well behaved. Being conscious because of that virtual shell, making them understand the basics of lovemaking itself is a tough job and makes it completely impossible for someone to talk about such kinky stuff.

I was too afraid to share my sexual fantasies with my lover. But it always resided in my heart and in my imaginations. My girl sleep with her colleagues, her manager, and a few celebrities. I even started imagining her having group sex infant of me. Slowly, that fantasy thoughts gave me more pleasure than her occasional blow jobs.

It was the 4th anniversary of our relationship and we went to a small park in the suburbs of Bangalore. It was a weekday noon, and the park was empty. As usual we talked about things and obviously, the topic went to sex. The times I used to copy porn clips from PC to my mobile so that she can watch it when we meet.

She loved watching porn clips, especially licking their G spots. It doesn’t matter if it’s a female on female or male on female, she will get so wet by watching oral sex. So do I. When we were watching such a clip, I dared to ask her that question: “I have a sexual fantasy, can I share with you?”

Now I don’t want to bore you with the chat history, but at the end of it, she was ok for me to imagine whatever I want, but she won’t participate. Even if its imagination. But that gave me a starting point to talk about this regularly. It became my primary need whenever I was getting a chance to ask for something.

It did not take much time for her to say ok, just to listen to one of my fantasy story involving her and her co-worker. A good-looking guy who used to give her a drive from office at times. That story involved she is seducing him in office and giving him the best blow job she ever gave to a man, and she slowly becoming like a whore – who blindly does sexual acts on him as per my wish.

When I text her to go to him and give him a blow job, she does that. When I ask her to go with him to his house and sleep with him, she does that. As time passes, she gets the hang of it and completely enjoys that fantasy of being shared by another man.

As time passed, we used to pick guys as per her like and we both start making stories. Often via text chat. she will explain the guys’ characters, physique etc, incising the masculine features and size of his dick, sometimes to tease me.

For example, she will say “Sidharth has got a thicker cock than you. He may be able to please me better than you.” And for some strange reason, that gave me an instant hard-on. She became so good at it that she started picking guys we see at shopping malls and theatres.

Evolution – we wanted to evolve from texting and talking about this fantasy. But we both did not have the guts to do it. How to do it? Who to pick? How to know if we can trust someone? None of the questions had an answer. At last the only daring act we could think of was show off her nude body to a pizza delivery guy.

I know most of the couple might have talked about this or have tried it. But we are a young couple, and such anode itself is a huge thing for us. Finally, we decided to try that in my apartment. when my roomies are away in their hometown.

That Sunday, we both took bath and ordered pizza for dinner. She wore a loose t-shirt that will easily show her cleavage. She didn’t wear a bra, and her nipples poked out since the T. She was wearing a short trouser and we both were ready to give the delivery boy a show of his life.

The plan was that she will act like she is changing dress in the bedroom or near the bedroom door, (which was directly visible from the front main door) when I open the door. She will suddenly react to seeing a stranger and run inside the room. Within a few seconds, it will be over, hoping he will get to see her naked breasts, those firm melons with strong brown circles.

He came to the door and rang the bell, my girl first hesitated to take off the top. But pressure built up and I made a strong notion to do it, and there it was – my lover half-naked, holding the T-shirt in her hands acting like she is going to wear it.

I immediately grabbed the door and his eyes were first on my face and I could see his eyeballs moved behind me, with a glace in them. I could see that he is now staring at those big and firm boobs of my girl and he is enjoying every bit of that surprise pleasure.

2-3 seconds passed, and I could hear her shouting, “What the heck, why are you opening the door without telling me!!!”

When I looked back, she is still standing there, putting her t-shirt – and she is still there like she got the confidence not to hide.

The pizza boy immediately went back to his business and that was the end of it. Our very first experiment of involving an external person in our sex life. We had a great fuck session right after that and I whisper what that pizza boy must be doing after he goes home that night. She giggled imagining that scene and what that pizza boy must be fantasizing about her.

Our love life never moved on to a married life due to some other family issues and that was the end of my young love life.