In a party charged with tension and desire, Alex watches Marcos seduce Laura, awakening in him a mixture of jealousy and excitement that challenges his limits and transforms their relationship.
The music resonated in the room, mixing with the laughter and animated conversations of the guests. Alex had organized the baby shower meticulously, every detail planned to celebrate the arrival of their baby. The lights flickered softly, creating a festive but intimate atmosphere. In the center of it all was his wife, Laura, radiant with her blonde hair loose and a fitted dress that highlighted her advanced pregnancy. She was the life of the party, laughing and chatting with everyone, but Alex couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and something else… something he didn't want to acknowledge.
Among the guests was Marcos, his lifelong friend. Marcos had always been the type of man who drew glances, with his playful smile and overflowing confidence. Alex saw him approach Laura, and something in his stomach twisted. It wasn't jealousy, or at least that's what he told himself. It was something more complex, something he didn't want to name. Marcos hugged her with familiarity, and Laura laughed, resting her hand on his chest. Alex noticed how Marcos looked at her, how his eyes lingered a second too long on her cleavage.
The music changed, a slower rhythm that invited people to draw closer. Marcos took Laura by the waist and sat her on his lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Alex watched from his spot on the couch, feeling his heart beat faster. Laura didn't resist; in fact, she settled onto him, her bottom adjusting to his thighs. Alex saw her bite her lip, how her cheeks blushed slightly. And then, he noticed it: the sparkle in her eyes, the way her breathing quickened. Laura was wet, and Alex knew it.
The atmosphere became charged with a tension that no one else seemed to notice. Marcos whispered something in Laura's ear, and she laughed, but Alex saw how her laugh trembled, how her hands clung to Marcos's shoulders. It was as if the world around them disappeared, leaving only the three of them in that bubble of unspoken desire. Alex felt strange, aroused and annoyed at the same time. Why was he letting Marcos get so close to his wife? Why didn't he get up and separate them? But he didn't. Instead, he stayed there, watching, feeling his own excitement grow.
Marcos got up with Laura still in his arms and led her to a secluded chair, behind the crowd. Alex followed them with his gaze, his heart pounding. From his spot, he could see Marcos position himself behind her, how his hands rested on her hips. Laura leaned back into him, and Alex saw Marcos adjust his erection against her, rubbing slowly. Laura closed her eyes, her head tilted back, and Alex knew she was enjoying it.
The scene was too much for Alex. He stood up and headed to the bathroom, but instead of going in, he stayed in the hallway, leaning against the wall. His hand went to his crotch, and he began to masturbate slowly, imagining what was happening in that secluded chair. He imagined Marcos, his friend, fucking his wife, feeling her pussy wrap around him. The idea drove him crazy, excited him in a way he had never experienced. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, feeling his body tremble on the verge of orgasm.
But he couldn't finish like that. He wanted to see more, he wanted to be part of it, even if only as a spectator. He crept back into the room, making sure no one saw him. The music had changed again, now a sticky reggaeton was playing that invited movement. Marcos pulled Laura out to dance, and Alex watched them from the shadows. Marcos hugged her by the waist, pressing her against him as they moved to the rhythm of the music. Laura laughed, but Alex saw her eyes sparkle with something more than just fun. It was desire, pure and raw.
Marcos moved his hips against Laura's, rubbing against her in a way that left no doubt. Alex felt his own erection return, how his breathing quickened. He moved closer, hidden behind a group of drunk guests who weren't paying attention to anything but their drinks. From there, he could see everything: how Marcos whispered in Laura's ear, how she bit her lip and let herself be carried away.
When the song ended, Marcos led Laura back to the secluded chair. Alex followed them with his gaze, his heart pounding. He placed himself behind them, close enough to see but far enough not to be discovered. Laura sat in the chair, and Marcos positioned himself between her legs, hugging her by the waist. Alex saw her lift her hips, how she adjusted to him, giving little bumps that made his member rub against her.
Laura moaned softly, her head thrown back, and Alex felt his own excitement reach a critical point. He bit his lip, feeling his body tremble. He wanted to get closer, he wanted to be part of it, but he couldn't. Or maybe he didn't want to. The idea of seeing his wife with another man, of knowing that she was enjoying it, drove him crazy in a way he couldn't explain.
Marcos whispered something in Laura's ear, and she smiled mischievously, lifting her hips a little more. Alex saw their eyes meet, how there was a connection there that he didn't understand. Was it complicity? Desire? Or something else? He didn't know, but he couldn't look away. The scene was open, full of possibilities, and Alex felt trapped in it, his breathing fast and his mind full of lewd thoughts.
The party continued around them, but for Alex, only the two of them existed. Laura and Marcos, moving to the rhythm of their own desire, oblivious to everything else. And he, watching them, feeling his body tense, his mind filling with images he couldn't erase. The situation was open, and Alex didn't know what would come next, but one thing was certain: he couldn't look away.