My Neighbor Walked in While I Was Getting Fucked and Didn’t Leave [female perspective]

So this actually happened a couple weeks ago and I still can’t get it out of my head. I live in an apartment with my boyfriend and our neighbor is this guy who lives right across the hall. We’ve always been friendly. He’s come over to borrow things a few times, and once when I locked myself out I asked him to hold a spare key for emergencies.

That night my boyfriend and I were going at it in the bedroom. It wasn’t slow or quiet either, it was one of those nights where he just bent me over and kept fucking me rough. I was moaning a lot louder than usual and I knew it but I didn’t care. The bed was squeaking, his hips were slamming into me, and I was already close to cumming.

Then suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened. At first, I thought it was my boyfriend messing with me, but then I looked back and saw my neighbor standing there. He had a set of my keys because I asked him to feed my cat the week before, and I guess he thought it was fine to let himself in to drop something off.

I froze for a second, but my boyfriend didn’t even stop. He looked right at him and just kept going like it didn’t matter. My neighbor didn’t move either. He just stood there, holding the door, staring at me bent over with my boyfriend pounding me.

I should have screamed at him to leave but instead my body reacted the opposite. Knowing he was there, watching, made me even wetter. My boyfriend must have noticed because he grabbed my hair, pulled me up, and whispered in my ear, “He’s watching you, you like that don’t you.” I couldn’t even deny it. I was shaking, moaning even louder, almost putting on a show.

I could hear my neighbor breathing, and when I looked at him quickly his eyes were locked right on me. The more he stayed, the harder my boyfriend fucked me, and the dirtier I felt. It was risky and wrong but so unbelievably hot.

Eventually my boyfriend came inside me and I collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath. That’s when my neighbor finally stepped back and closed the door without saying a word.

The next morning when I saw him in the hall he didn’t even look embarrassed. He just smirked and said, “Sorry about last night.” My face went red but deep down I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Instead of feeling ashamed, all I could think about was how much I came knowing someone else was watching me get used like that.

And honestly, now every time my boyfriend fucks me I keep imagining someone else walking in on us again.