i let him sit and watch while his best friend came in me raw [gf]

this wasn’t some carefully planned kink night. it started as a joke. we were all drinking, playing stupid games, getting a little handsy, and i made some throwaway comment like “bet your friend fucks better than you.” both of them laughed. i laughed. but then i didn’t drop it. the friend — let’s call him nate — had been giving me those looks all night. the kind that say “i’d ruin her” without needing to speak. i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it before. we’ve had a few too-close moments. hugs that lingered. eye contact that lasted one beat too long. he knew what he was doing. so i leaned over, whispered in my boyfriend’s ear and said, “you’d let him try, wouldn’t you?” he thought i was joking. said “no way.” and i said, “what if i already decided?” that shut him up fast. i stood up, walked over to nate, and just climbed into his lap like i’d done it a thousand times. my boyfriend didn’t say anything. he watched. didn’t move. nate just raised an eyebrow and put his hand on my thigh. under my dress. over my panties. i was already wet. already a little high from the attention. so i grabbed his hand and pushed it down farther. let him feel exactly how ready i was. i looked right at my boyfriend and said, “he’s already doing better than you.” nate slid my panties aside and slid two fingers in like he owned me. i moaned loud on purpose. wanted it to echo. i could see my boyfriend twitch. he didn’t get up. didn’t stop us. he just watched. nate didn’t rush. he fingered me until i was dripping, then pulled his cock out like he was unwrapping a gift. he looked at me, then at my boyfriend, and said, “raw?” and i just nodded. didn’t ask for permission. didn’t explain. i was wet, needy, already grinding down on his tip before anyone could say anything else. he slid in slow. thick, deep, stretching me in a way my boyfriend never managed. i let my head fall back and gasped like it was the first cock i’d ever felt. my boyfriend was across the room, frozen, lips parted like he wanted to stop us but couldn’t. nate started fucking me. slow and deep, then faster. rougher. every thrust echoed off the walls. i bounced in his lap, tits out, fingers gripping his shoulders, moaning louder with every slap of skin. i locked eyes with my boyfriend when nate grabbed my hair and whispered, “tell him who’s pussy this is now.” i didn’t hesitate. “yours.” he fucked me harder after that. slapped my ass, bit my shoulder, made me say it again louder. my boyfriend was gripping the armrest of the couch like his life depended on it. but he still didn’t move. i came first. hard. shaking, gasping, back arching, completely cockdrunk. nate held me through it, didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t slow down. just kept using me like i was his toy now. i started babbling — filthy, messy shit. “he never made me cum like this,” “you’re so much thicker,” “god, i want you to break me.” then nate grabbed my throat, pulled me closer, and said, “he’s gonna watch me fill you up.” i swear my pussy clenched so hard i almost came again. my boyfriend said nothing. i looked at him while nate fucked me deeper, harder, balls slapping, both of us soaked. i said, “you gonna stop him?” he didn’t. nate buried himself deep, held me tight, and groaned low in my ear while he came inside me. i felt it. every twitch. every drop. stayed on his cock while it throbbed. didn’t move until he pulled out and we both watched it drip down my thighs. i got up, grabbed a towel, and wiped my leg while making full eye contact with my boyfriend. i said, “maybe next time you should ask to join.” he didn’t answer. but he didn’t leave either.