The male gaze! Toxic! Oppressive! That’s how my feminist friends talk about it, and sometimes that’s absolutely justified.

But the male gaze can also be very different. It can be playful and challenging! It can be yearning and tender: those are all forms of the male gaze I can’t get enough of. I’m thinking especially about the adventure I recently had with two lovely friends. Oh God, that was so wonderful. And their male gaze was a huge part of it. And I haven't even mentioned what my female gaze could do!

What did their male gaze see when they looked at me that evening? When I look in the mirror, I see a beautiful blonde woman in her thirties, with an attractive, slightly mischievous face, sparkling blue eyes, soft cheeks that dimple when I smile, and an expressive mouth with beautiful full lips. I wear my hair up, so it exposes my slender neck. When my gentlemen look at me, they see a gorgeous figure, firm yet slender: well-developed, full breasts, a slim waist with wide hips, long legs with full, firm thighs, attractively curved calves, and slender ankles.

As I write this, I'm wearing: a tight blouse, a tight skirt that shows off my butt and thighs; nylons and pumps with high stiletto heels that accentuate the beauty of my legs even more. All for that darn male gaze!

And my female gaze loves to look at myself the same way: through my friends’ lustful eyes. So isn’t that toxic of me too, ma'am?

The start of the evening wasn’t  very promising. Jan had come to visit me, and I wondered why. He was an acquaintance from the tango school and had danced with me sometimes. It quickly became clear to me he was in love with me, but he was too shy and introverted to admit it openly. I could see it in the mesmerized look in his eyes when he looked at me: at my face and my body. And at my feet… for some reason, he could barely keep his eyes off them. Off my high heels, I mean. At least then he didn't have to look me in the eye.

It had been too long since I had sex, so I tried to create an opening by starting a conversation about a topic close to my heart: whether feminism and high heels were compatible! Jan had some very woman-friendly opinions about it: like, if I wear them because I want to, isn't that independence? Isn't that a feminist value? Very sensible and justified, but he talked about it in such a rational, dry way that I had a hard time paying attention.

Boy, I'm sitting right here next to you! In high heels! Doesn't it occur to you why I'm bringing that up? I feel sexy and strong in heels! I even get a little turned on when I hear my heels click as I walk. That's why I joined that tango school: heels are the standard for the ladies there. But don’t you really notice anything, Jan? It was as if he was reading from a book instead of talking about his own feelings.

I wished Willem was there! He is another pupil at the tango school. He’s a fun guy, attractive with a bronzed skin and dark eyes and dark hair. He could have passed for an Argentinian himself. And he’s always quick-witted and funny. And I shouldn't forget: he always gives nice compliments! A conversation about feminism and high heels would certainly be less boring if Willem was around. In fact, I was in love with him! I wanted nothing more than to get closer to him, even closer than when we were dancing together. But at the tango school I was never alone with him. The last time, he had suggested we meet up sometime. I knew he only lived a few minutes away from me. What were we waiting for all those weeks?

And suddenly a depraved plan started to form in my mind. Would I dare to do it? I waited until Jan had to go to the bathroom. I immediately grabbed my phone and texted Willem: “I’d love to hear your opinion on feminism and high heels! X Ingrid. PS: Jan is here too.”

Within a few minutes (Jan hadn't even returned yet) the answer came: “??? Sounds like fun! I'll be there in 10 minutes. XXX Willem.” Three X's! That was starting to look promising!

Those ten minutes felt like an hour! My nipples were tingling, and I could already feel myself getting warm and wet. Oh, Time, please go faster! Five minutes; six minutes! Seven, eight, nine… Oh, Willem, please don't make me wait too long!

But then the bell rang! I jumped up and walked into the hallway and to the front door. I heard my heels tick on the floor (and I knew Jan heard it too, which made it even more fun). Oh yes, there was Willem!

“Oh Ingrid, how beautiful you are today!”

I tried to look ironic and said: “Thank you! How nice to see you! Please come in!”

Willem and Jan greeted each other. Willem sat down and I poured him a glass of wine. We chatted for a while about this and that.

After a while I noticed Willem looking at me attentively, with a faint smile. Ah Willem! What are you thinking of now?

He smiled again and said:

“Thanks for the invitation! What were you talking about before I came? Am I right it was about feminism and high heels? Er, what exactly is the problem about that? Why wouldn’t they be compatible? Do you call yourself a feminist?”

“Certainly, but many feminists believe that wearing heels for men's pleasure is an objectification of women. They call that ‘the male gaze’. But I don’t agree with that: I’m fond of high heels, and I won’t let any ideology take them away from me! I want feminism in high heels, and I'm not interested if I’m not allowed my heels. But luckily, Jan is a feminist man, and he feels the same.”

I thought that last sentence sounded a bit ironic, but I don’t know if the men noticed.

Willem answered: “No, sweet Ingrid, the real male gaze admires you! When men objectify you, that’s because they can’t handle their feelings about you. High heels are pure stiletto power! Not all men can bear that!”

“I’m not sure I believe you, but I do find it very nice to hear! And a little objectification can actually be quite fun. It all depends how, and by whom!”

“You don’t take me completely seriously, do you? Well, then ask Jan. Jan is serious, you can depend on that. Jan, what to you think of Ingrid’s stiletto power?”

Jan was a little startled and tried to say something. He struggled visibly with Willem’s direct question. That was kind of mean, really: I know very well what he feels, and so does Willem, but he’s too shy to say it out loud. Some feminist men can’t handle my stiletto power either!

Willem smiled a little mischievously. “Ingrid, please help Jan a bit! I think he’s got the words, but he can’t get them out of his mouth at once. Could you please stand up?”

I was a little surprised, but I did as Willem asked. I stood up from the couch and stood in front of the two men.

“Okay, Jan, now look at Ingrid! What does her stiletto power look like when she stands before you?”

Oh, villain, do you really have to tease Jan like that? But I saw Jan breathe deeply, and he tried to answer. (Oh God, how my nipples and crotch tingle when you make me stand before you like that.)

Jan breathed deeply again and said: "Her stilettos make her look taller, especially her legs!"

"Yes, and what else?"

"Her back looks a bit more curved."

"Yes, and what does that do to the rest of her body?"

Jan swallowed and then said: "Her breasts stick out a bit more and her buttocks stick out."

And he blushed bright red at the roots...

"Very good! What else? Ingrid, would you mind taking a few steps?"

I would have slapped any other man who talked to me like that! But Willem’s assignment made me feel weak with excitement. So I did as he said and walked around the room. I heard my heels clicking on the floor.

“Exquisite, don’t you think, Jan? What else do you see?”

Jan gasped for breath, but he said: “Yes, she’s gorgeous! And I see her hips sway a bit more when she walks on stilettos.”

Now I blushed red at the roots myself. Hmm… maybe Jan wasn't as boring as I thought. Willem had to coax him a little, but slowly he got over his inhibitions. What a mean prank of Willem to make Jan say it! After all, he's definitely my first choice… I started to feel a little guilty about my depraved plan, but it was too much fun to give up.

“Anything more, Jan? You focused on what you see when you look at her, but do your other senses also play a part?”

“I hear her heels tick when she walks.”

“Yes, and what more?”

“That sound makes me want to look at her! I just have to look when I hear her heels!”

But then I said: “Now I've given in enough to your male gaze! Now I’ll sit down again if you don’t mind. I don’t find you two very feminist until now!”

I saw Jan was startled. But Willem wasn’t: “That’s irony, Jan! I don’t think she minds at all. Can't you see she's trying to hide a smile?”

And so It was. Oh, I already felt the evening was a success!

I said, “Tell me what you feel when you hear my stilettos clicking.”

“I can’t keep my eyes off you when I hear that! I can only look at you and see how you move!”

“Did you find that hard to admit? But I do like it when you’re honest about what you feel! Lots of men don’t have the courage to do that!"

Jan seemed a bit more relaxed, and a bit more confident. Who knows what more I could hear from him if he remained comfortable.

There was much more playful erotic banter like this. Willem amused me very much by trying to make me believe he was a confirmed feminist. Jan tried valiantly to join in, but Willem always outsmarted him.

Until that moment I still wasn’t sure if I would dare to execute my depraved plan. The attentive reader will have noticed that I haven’t written a word yet what that plan was. I’ll make that clear in a moment. But how could I get the guys to go along with it? At least one of them might have a hard time with it.

Something had to happen to get things moving. But what?

And then Willem made things move! “Shall we play a game of strip poker?”

Ah! Something’s moving! But I said, "Strip poker? Is that how you imagine feminism in high heels? And then? You can't make me believe you want to leave it at that."

Willem said with a broad grin: “It might well be that we don’t want to leave it  at that!”

“We, you say? Do you also try to get Jan involved? He hasn’t said anything yet. Maybe he wouldn't even appreciate it!"

Of course I knew better. I saw Jan breathe deeply again. Then he said: “It seems much fun to me too! And it would be nice if we didn't stop at strip poker!”

Now I had to turn things around again, toward my depraved plan. I still didn’t know how, but I said: "Hey guys, time for a reality check! Strip poker sounds like a lot of fun, but I'm not having a threesome. I’m not interested in sex with two men at once!" (At least not with both of you, but I didn’t see the need to say that aloud.)

Willem sighed in disappointment: "Oh, what a shame! Things were going so well! Jan, what do you think?"

Jan was silent for a while, then he said: “It would need to be fun for all three of us, of course … Let’s think about an alternative for a moment.”

He sat quietly for a moment, thinking. “So you don’t want to make love to two men at the same time? And with one of us? Would you like to play strip poker then?”

Did he have telepathic gifts? For now he proposed exactly my depraved plan!

I was quite startled and said, a little harsher than I should have been, “What makes you think that?”

Now Jan himself was shocked at what he had said. So I said: “Sorry! Now I made it sound as if you’re quite crazy. I didn’t mean it like that. But why to you think that? Are you willing to tell me?”

He hesitated. He was clearly afraid I would be angry with him. Oh boy, if only you knew!

Jan cleared his throat and continued: “I had the impression you weren’t totally opposed to Willem’s proposal to play strip poker. But you didn’t want sex with two men. You said that very clearly. You did not say: strip poker is okay, but I don’t want sex at all. You only rejected sex with two men at once. So I thought: maybe she’d want it with one of us?”

Good heavens! Jan is much more aware than you'd expect! He'd turned bright red and looked at me anxiously. But I felt like I was already standing naked in front of him!

It had certainly been more than telepathy. He must have sensed the sexual chemistry between Willem and me. And he must have noticed I had invited Willem to my home while he was there. Willem had said so himself when he sat down and thanked me for the invitation.

Then Jan and Willem seemingly hoped they could lay me together. And Jan had interpreted my refusal correctly, and he seemed to look for a way to make it possible after all.

But I still didn't know how to respond, so I played up my false innocence: "What are you saying? What about the guy I don't choose? Will he have to watch?" And I seriously wondered if Jan would really find that an acceptable alternative... for himself. He was not only smarter than I thought, but probably also more sensitive than I thought. It was important to remain tactful.

Willem found it a marvellous idea of course. "That sounds absolutely fantastic! That you have sex with one of us in front of the other! But of course, I hope you choose me!"

I decided to be completely honest. "Guys, I find what Jan said incredibly exciting. I've been fantasizing about it for years: sex with one man, while another man watches. He'd love to make love to me too, but he can't have me! Only one man gets my body; and the other has to watch it all, and he's not allowed to cum either! But it is rather an unusual kink, of course. And now I just hope all three of us want it!"

Willem said: “It resembles the game ‘Goddesses, Champions and Losers! Do you know it? It’s a sex party with more men than women. The women are the Goddesses and get to choose a man for sex. They're the Champions. But there are still men, or at least one, who don't get laid. They're the Losers! What Ingrid describes reminds me of that."

I'd heard about it too. I said, "So we're basically talking about a three-way game of Goddesses, Champion, and Losers! I just think the word "Loser" is a bit unfortunate: which man wants to be the Loser? But that so-called Loser is absolutely essential to the whole game, because he makes it exciting for everyone else!"

I already knew who should be Number Two … and I didn’t want to make it too hard for him. I said, "Whether we call that second guy Loser or not, it might be tough to be the one not chosen! I want to know from both of you first: imagine I don't choose you? What would that be like for you?"

Willem said: “Wow! Of course I do want to be your Champion! But otherwise, I could really enjoy a fantastic sex show! That would make the pill less bitter."

I looked at Jan. He took a while to answer. Oh, please don't let him shrink back! But I could imagine that well: that he would shrink from the pain if I didn’t choose him. For that would be the outcome …

But what if Jan would refuse me? I could make up for my missed opportunity with Willem later, but how would Jan and I face each other if he were put off by my fantasy? Would he find me really depraved? How would that work out at the tango school ...

But he said: “Can I think for a moment how I’d feel about both alternatives? Ingrid, I find you terribly attractive, even from the first moment I saw you at the dancing school! I’ve been feeling a tingle in my body for months when I look at you! I can’t think of anything more delightful than to be your Champion!

But what if you don’t choose me? That would be hard indeed! One man remains unsatisfied, and that would be me! I’d really feel the Loser then, whatever word you use!

On the other hand, it’s exactly as Willem says: I’d get to see your beauty in a way I never would otherwise.

But what would it be like for you? Would it excite you more? Would it heighten your pleasure? Ah no, what a stupid question. Of course that’s what you hope for, otherwise you wouldn’t fantasize about it!

And now I see you lick your lips when you tell us about your fantasy. Oh, that’s so tempting too!”

God Jesus Almighty! He sees everything! But it seemed I had used just the right body language to hopefully get Jan on board.

For Jan continued: “So the Loser does something you want very much. That would be a good reason to run the risk: if it contributes to your pleasure!”

I asked: “So it turns you on?”

“Yes, especially if it turns you on! Otherwise, I might just as well watch a porn movie. Sorry, I needed a few moments to decide. But okay, I’m in!”

So he agreed! Did he already realize how my choice would turn out? I could barely hide my desire for Willem anymore. But I wanted to be absolutely sure.

“So you both agree? Even that one of you won't have me! And doesn't get to cum? For that makes it even more exciting for me! Sorry, but I need you both to say that out loud again. Are you still in?”

Willem said: “Yes! Even if I have to keep my semen in my balls! Jan?”

Jan gasped for breath. But he said: “Yes! Tonight will be your party! We’ll both try to be good Champions for you, and you decide who will really be the one! Now isn’t that really feminism in high heels? Er, you’ll keep them on, I hope?”

Oh! I really had him on board! I laughed and clapped my hands in delight: "Oh, guys! Of course I'll keep my heels on for you! How incredibly sweet of you to do this for me! I've dreamed of this for so long! I hope you both realize what you're getting into. Let's get started! By showing our skin to each other! I'll announce my choice at midnight, so you'll both have to suffer a little longer."

And so we started the game of my life. My heart was already pounding with anticipation for what was to come. So we started with a stripping game: we slowly took off more and more clothes, slowly revealed more and more skin to each other. My nipples were already hard by the time the men finally got a look at them.

Slowly, slowly, we showed more and more of our bodies. My skirt came off... and I heard Jan sigh. I smiled lasciviously at him and asked, "Please tell me in your own words what your male gaze sees now!"

Jan breathed deeply and said: “I see how beautifully the light colour of your thighs contrasts with the hem of your nylons!”

Mmm … that was not at all as boring as I thought at first. But of course my body was for Willem, so I looked at him. Ah! I saw a broad athletic chest, a little bronzed, exactly what my female gaze wanted to see so badly!

And we took off more and more clothes. Willem and Jan were already completely naked, and I was delighted to see their cocks. Both were already quite flatteringly stiff, and I was pleased to see that Willem's cock was just a little bit bigger and thicker.

Eventually I had to take off my panties too, of course, but I inderstood I had to keep my nylons and high heels on.

"So, gentlemen, do you like what your oppressive objectifying gaze shows you? Now I only have to loosen my hair."

But Jan said: “Can you please keep your hair pinned up? Your neck is so beautiful! And so is nape under your high hair; and your ears with those little locks in front of them!”

Wow … I didn’t expect such a subtle erotic compliment! And really I found it very cute, it even evoked a little tingle in my belly. So I smiled and blew a kiss at him. And of course I kept my hair up.

There we sat! Willem looked at me piningly and said: “Who if your choice now?”

“Easy, easy, gorgeous, don’t be in such a hurry! It’s not even near midmight yet!” Oh … I had almost said ‘Champion’. Why o why had I mentioned midnight as the moment I’d make my choice?

The way he was looking at me now, I wanted him to jump at me immediately! But it would be hot to keep the tension building. The sex would be even more amazing when I finally gave Willem the green light. And I thought about how Jan would look … ooh, at least another fourty-five minutes! So I looked at Willem and his cock again. At least I could look forward to that.

And I looked at Jan’s cock … and the yearning look in his eyes.

What would it be like for him when the blow finally fell? Did he already expect it? I suspected he did, but maybe he’d hope against hope until the end, when I finally dashed his last hope. Oh oh oh, how hot that made me! I felt a drop of sex juice dripping from my labia. It was as if a little she-devil reared her head inside me and egged me on.

Okay, but what now? We decided to play some more games. Games in which the loser wouldn’t be told to put any clothing off, but an assignment of sorts … something the winner would like. But only I could allow anyone to touch me. They could ask, but I could refuse. Maybe I’d allow it to the other then. And the little she-devil inside saw that it was good.

I lost to Willem in the first round. Oh, Willem… what do you want me to do? He made me play with my breasts, massaging them with my hands and rubbing my nipples with my fingers! Oh God, that's so good… when I'm in the mood, I can masturbate through my breasts to orgasm.

Apparently, Willem had a devil in him too, so he did indeed ask if I could have an orgasm that way. I even sqealed with pleasure involuntarily.

Oh, Willem... one more minute and I'll come! But I didn't want to come yet: that was for Willem and his cock tonight. So I sighed deeply and stopped.

I won the second round against Jan. He looked at me expectantly. And I let him pour me a glass of wine.

Willem won the third round against Jan. What would he think of for his rival? "Ask her if you can kiss her legs? I'm curious what she'll say."

I wasn't sure if this was even legal, but I let it slide. So Jan did indeed ask what Willem suggested. Ha, he was hoping to reach the hem of my nylons with his lips, of course! And he'd probably want to kiss my thighs above that too. What else might I allow him to do?

But what would Jan think my answer? For there was no way he was actually allowed to kiss my legs. Not even from the ankles down! But I graciously allowed him to kiss my heels.

I was sitting on the couch with my legs half folded under me. Jan's head was close to my legs, but I told him he absolutely couldn’t touch me. His head was so close that I could feel his body heat.

He gently and tenderly kissed my heels, caressing them with his lips, moving them up and down. It was as if he were actually kissing my legs! It was a shame, really, that I didn't have any sensory nerves in my heels. Because he seemed to be trying his best to make it as erotic as possible.

So I let him do his thing, for a minute, two, three, or even four minutes, letting him caress his beloved stilettos. But then I thanked him for his sweet service and had him sit down again. He sighed deeply and obeyed.

It was unbelievable what I could do with my horny friends! But now I really wanted Willem to come closer. I was in luck! For then I won against Willem, so I asked him to kiss my neck and my breasts. Jan gasped audibly for breath as Willem started to do what I told him.

First he kissed my left ear, and then the skin of my neck. It was good that I had my hair up, so it wasn’t in the way.

Willem continued, softly and tenderly, just like Jan when he kissed my heels. But Willem’s lips caressed my skin directly and I shivered with pleasure.

Willem’s mouth went down, softly on my left breast, inch by inch to my nipple … no, millimeter by millimeter so I groaned inwardly: Oh Willem, please, go on, go on!

Then his lips closed slowly and tantalizingly around my nipple, and he licked it softly with the tip of his tongue. I couldn’t control myself and groaned: “Ooh!”

I looked at Jan and I saw his eyes practically pop out of their sockets! He swallowed, his cock stiff and erect.  The little devil inside made me smile lustfully at him. I licked my lips and I made sure Jan saw it.

The little she-devil … in my mind’s eye I saw her as a small scarlet Ingrid with cute little horns and a long wagging tail. She wore truly devilish killer heels as sharp as daggers. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Willem paused and asked: “Why are you laughing?”

Oh Willem please don’t stop … but I said: “Because I can’t believe what you’re doing to me! But would you please go on? My other nipple also yearns for your mouth!”

And he moved his lips to my right nipple, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning again. Oh oh oh oh there are little lines of fire from my nipples to my cunt! I closed my eyes and ran my hand through Willem’s hair. I heard Jan gasp for breath again.

Oh Willem if you go on for just a few seconds I’m going to scream with pleasure! I was panting with excitement. And guess what? Then he stopped, of course. Oh, Willem, now I’m practically screaming with frustration! “Man, what a tease you are! Is this your revenge for making you wait so long?” But Willem said nothing and just grinned.

I looked at Jan. He took a deep breath. The she-devil made me say: “Jan, isn’t that mean of Willem to stop so suddenly now? What would you do in his place?”

Jan swallowed and bit his lower lip. But he did answer: “In Willem’s place I would have gone on till I did hear you scream!”

Oh … now I really felt as if two men were making love to me. And this was only the foreplay! But how wonderful that Jan played along with me! Even if he hadn’t been allowed to do what Willem had done to me. And even though I had stroked Willem’s hair and not his.

I looked at his face and his cock. His dick was hard as a club, and there was a pining look in his eyes. A drop of sex juice trickled down his stiff shaft. I looked at Willem. Ah! What a delightful body! And his cock was even bigger! Wasn’t it almost midnight now?

No, it wasn’t midnight yet. Oooh … so we played on. Now I lost against Jan. He asked if he could feed me a sip of wine from his mouth. Oh, how delicious that would be: lips and tonque caressing my lips and tongue as the wine streamed into my mouth. But of course there was no way Jan’s lips and tongue would be allowed to do that to me. So I invited Willem to give me that French kiss with wine. Ah … his lips tongue my lips tongue … oh, what a wonderful tickle …

Jan groaned in frustration. But that made Willem and me lose focus for a moment, and sure enough: a drop of wine leaked from my mouth onto my breast. Willem said: “Wait, let me lick that up!”

But guess what: of course, that darn drop dripped down between my breasts, over my belly, all the way to my crotch!

Of course Willem’s mouth followed suit. Between my thighs, searching for that rebellious drop, with his tongue over my labia and my clit  … OOOH! He shouldn’t do that already! It was still too early!

“Oh … Willem … no, you can’t to that yet! It’s not yet time! Stop that! STOP! I mean it!” And I grabbed his hair and pulled him from between my thighs.

“Willem! You’re way too much in a hurry! It’s not midnight yet! Seriously, you can only do what I tell you. And then just wait whether you’ll be the Champion or the Loser. You too, Jan!” Oh, but why did that damn clock tick so slowly! I could hardly stand it myself!

We paused for a moment and looked at each other. How were we going to make ut till midnight? I looked at Jan, and the little she-devil now whispered something truely satanic in my ear.

"Jan, could you put on some dance music for me? Something slow and sticky, please."

Jan's eyes widened and he walked over to my music stand. He picked out a CD and showed it to me. Ah! Perfect! Not a tango, but something you could dance to, nice and slow and sticky! Wonderful! I nodded approvingly.

He put the CD in the player, his fingers trembling with excitement. I stood up.

And I walked up to Willem and offered him my hand, and together we walked to the center of the room and danced in each other's arms! Oh, his broad chest against my yearning nipples! His strong arm around my waist! And my tingling belly and thighs against his!

Jan watched with his mouth open. For a moment I thought he would protest furiously, but he closed his mouth again and swallowed his frustration. Oh, this was a really devilish trick! I smiled lasciviously at him and said, "Sorry, Jan! I only asked you to play the music, not to dance with me! And you know Willem is a fine dancer, so just watch and learn from it!"

In my mind, I said to my little devil, "What do you think? Was this mean enough?" I imagined she giggled, and I had to try my best not to giggle out loud too. But my little devil wasn't done playing yet. And I said:

"What do you see, Jan? You have a gift to describe what you see in very appealing, vivid words. Like when you said how my thighs contrasted with the hems of my nylons. I always enjoy hearing things like that!"

He was silent for a moment, and said softly:

“You're a beautiful couple! Especially the contrast between the light color of your body and Willem's, who is slightly more tanned. That light brown arm around your fair waist! And you have your eyes closed and let him guide you! You’re incredibly attractive like that.”

“That’s not very feminist of me, is it, to let myself be led!”

“I can’t believe you care if you’re feminist enough. But you're in charge rhis whole evening, aren't you? You're giving Willem an opportunity to lead you, because you're inviting him to. That's as feminist as your stilettos, if you ask me.”

Willem winked at me and held me tighter with his arm around my waist. And I let Willem carry me away again, my eyes closed.

What bliss! We danced so wonderfully intimately, body to body! But when you're so close, your genitals naturally start to play up! And Willem's cock slowly became quite hard. Normally, you wear clothes, and with tango, you're not completely body to body. But we danced so close and sticky, not just body to body, but even skin to skin!

So I felt his cock rubbing against my labia. That was delightful, of course, but it was a bit distracting while we were dancing. And he probably felt my hard nipples pricking in his chest.

I looked at him, long and intensely. He looked back, long and intensely. Oh Willem, please kiss me! Caress my lips with yours, please! But he didn’t … and neither did I. I laid my head on his shoulder and let him lead me again.

Would Jan notice what was happening? Willem’s cock was hidden between our bodies, but we couldn’t hide the intensity of our reactions to each other.

Regrettable the CD didn’t last very long, so finally it ended. Willem and I hesitantly let go of each other and sat back down. I thought the yearning look in my eyes would speak volumes, both for Willem and Jan.

Should I ask Jan to put on another CD? But the little devil whispered another depraved thought to me.

"Jan, there are still some dirty dishes in my kitchen, and my dishwasher is broken! Would you be a good feminist friend and wash them for me?"

Jan stared at me wide-eyed. So did Willem, by the way. Would Jan finally get angry?

But he said: “I’d love to, Ingrid! But would you mind going to the kitchen with me, to show me where everything is?”

“Do you think you can’t find it yourself?”, I said laughing.

“I daresay I would, but I would love it so much to hear your stilettos tick beside me when you walk with me to the kitchen.”

“That’s a nice reason! Okay, I’ll come with you. Sorry Willem, I must leave you for a moment! I won’t be away long. But you don’t have to worry about my dirty dishes.”

Willem looked confused for a moment, as if he wasn't quite sure what to think. The little devil on my shoulder roared with laughter, but the men couldn't hear that.

And so I walked with Jan to the kitchen, my heels clicking on the stone floor of the hallway. I smiled at him and said, "Just remember to hold back!" and let my hips sway a little more. Yes, this was fun! Almost as much fun as the dancing! My nipples were hard again, and I could clearly feel sex juice dripping from my pussy down my inner thighs... this shouldn't last too long. Oh, Willem! When will it finally be midnight? I glanced at my watch: less than ten minutes to go, thank God!

We entered the kitchen, and I showed Jan where everything was. He started to wash up and I already wanted to go back to the living room, but he asked: “It would be your party. Do you like your party until now? What was it like to dance skin-to-skin like that?”

“It’s delightful! It’s the nicest party since a long time! Can you make it now?”

But he said, "Just a little while longer, my delightful feminist, before I hear your stilettos clicking away from me and into the room. What was the best part about dancing? The dancing itself, or that you made me turn on the music so I thought you were going to dance with me? Close and sticky, skin to skin? And then you went dancing with Willem anyway!"

"Do you find me very mean? I hope I'm not making this too bad for you, am I?" I gently stroked his upper arm. He shuddered. I'd meant the gesture to be tender, but I realized I was a living tantalizing torment beside him anyway. I felt I had to be careful with him: I realized I could break his heart if I gave the little devil unlimited power.

But he said, “I promised it would be your party! That's why I patiently watch everything you do, and that's why I'm washing your dishes now, so you don't have to worry about that anymore. Did you want to dance some more? It won't be long now until midnight."

“Do you already know which way things are going?”

“Maybe I do … but I prefer to pretend I have no idea, and that our game could still move in any direction, as if it wasn't already decided who the Champion will be! Are you keeping an eye on the time? It's only a few minutes now. Or would you like to stay with me in the kitchen until midnight?"

I didn’t know what to say for a few moments. Jan looked at me intensely, with a wry smile, and said softly:  “You know perfectly well what I want. But anyway, I want you to have an unforgettable night, so your body will tingle for a long time when you think back to it! Willem and I both promised you to take care of that. So choose your strongest desire! And walk proud and tall in your stilettos, whichever direction you go!”

I breathed deeply for a moment. Then I turned around and walked back to the room. It was as if I could hear my heels tick through Jan’s ears, and I my whole body tingled.

I stood by the door of the living room and looked back for a moment. Jan was watching me as if he was mesmerized. I blew a kiss at him and said softly: “Don’t stay away too long!”

The little devil sniggered in my mind's ear: "Do you realise he's GIVING you this? He wants to see you completely beside yourself with lust! Now quickly go to Willem; he’s also dying with longing!"

I closed the door and entered the room. Willem looked up and seemed to gasp for breath. “Ingrid! Thank goodness! You’re finally back!”

“Did I keep you waiting for so long?”

“It felt like it was taking forever! I didn’t understand what exactly you and Jan were doing in your kitchen. I could vaguely hear your voices the whole time, as if you had a lot to discuss. I even had a scary image of him fucking you against the counter! Yeah, laugh it off! And I admit: it is funny! But I still got nervous!”

I really had to laugh, but yet I said: “Oh Willem! If only you knew. I want you, not him! You might have guessed that already, but now I’ll say it aloud. So you don’t doubt me anymore!”

I looked at my watch. “Not quite midnight yet! But I don’t want to wait anymore. Would you please put on another CD? That one of the Eagles, with ‘Heartache Tonight’?”

“What? Still more dancing? But now I really want you, do you hear me?”

And he grabbed me and kissed me roughly, as if he wanted to devour me.

I struggled out of his arms for a moment, and said: “Willem! Can’t we do both? I want you to fuck me while we’re dancing!”

Willem put on the music, I rummaged through my purse and grabbed a condom. After all, a lady has to be prepared for anything.

Willem stood before me. I crouched down in front of him and licked his cock. I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his dick, from his balls to his glans. Willem said, “Ah!” and immediately his dick became as hard as a piece of wood. I quickly put the condom on.

Then I stood in front of him and said: “I’d like to try if we can dance and fuck at the same time! Wait …” I lifted my right leg and asked Willem to hold it for a moment. Standing on my left leg, I grabbed his cock and tried to get it into my pussy …

It worked! I'm tall for a woman and in my high heels I stood just high enough to let his cock penetrate me!

I put my right leg on the floor, and we tried to dance while we fucked! Oh, that was so wonderful! To feel that long, thick rod of pleasure sliding back and forth in my pussy! It was more of a standing fuck than dancing, but we still tried to move our hips to the rhythm of the music. Our movements immediately became a little spasmodic with pure lust. “Ahh Willem! Finally! I’ve longed for this from the first moment I saw you at the tango school! You danced with me for the first time, and immediately I had fantasies about having your cock inside me, and rubbing my nipples against your chest! Like now!”

“Oh, Ingrid! It was exactly the same for me! I thought: what a rare, beautiful lady! Would she be as hot as she looks? But I never had the opportunity to get closer to you. Until tonight! And then that Jan was with you again, and I didn’t immediately understand, yet I had a chance! How would he look if he entered the room now? Hush, I think I hear him coming.”

The door opened, and indeed Jan entered the room.

Jan looked at Willem and me for a moment, as if he didn’t really understand what was going on. Or maybe he didn’t want to believe it yet? He groaned sofly: “Oh … Ingrid …” He had promised he would accept this, but now his promise was put to the test really harshly. Would he be able to bear it emotionally? I had realized I might really hurt him, but now I did see pain in his eyes. For a fleeting moment I wondered if my plan hadn't been too depraved.

“Oh, Ingrid! I’m sorry! I knew very well what I would see when I came back. But it hits a lot harder when I see it in reality. But for me, a promise is an obligation, and I promised I too would make it your party! So be wild, be horny, and feel the admiration in my eyes! Dance proudly upright in your high heels and let yourself be fucked by the man you longed for all that time! It makes you all the more delightful!”

Aahhh! How wonderful to hear that! I immediately felt horny all over my body. From my heels to my high hair that Jan loved so much. Ah, she-devil, how well you assessed him! You understand sex much better than I do!

Meanwhile, we heard the lyrics of The Eagles: “Everybody wants to touch somebody, if it takes all night” and “There’s gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight, I know!” Yes, I knew what that song was about when I asked Willem to play that song to fuck dance to. That was also an idea of my little devil. She hissed in my ear: “See? What’s he saying? How delightful he finds you, despite everything?”

Unbelievable how my secret fantasy was turning out.

Unbelievable what I was allowed to do with my horny friends.

Unbelievable how Willem’s pleasure club rubbed the inside of my pleasure hole.

Unbelievable how I could almost feel Jan's burning gaze on my skin.

Unbelievable how lust built up in my lower body.

Willem whispered in my ear: “Shall we ask Jan to describe what he sees again? Like when we were dancing?” Oh … yes! Delicious! Horny!

And I said: “Jan, we’d love to see ourselves through your eyes again! Would you please tell us again what you see looking at us? Like when we were dancing?”

“You’re still dancing! Only now it has become fucking. It still looks very much like when you were just dancing! How unbearably beautiful your light skin contrasts with Willem’s body. And his arm around your waist!”

Unbearably beautiful … I heard the pain and the horniness in Jan’s voice as he told us what he saw. In my imagination I saw myself as he had to see me, and the sexual itch in my cunt and my nipples became only stronger!

“But you move hips back and forth, and I can see how Willem’s cock moves inside you. Forward, backward; in, out, yet still not completely out of you! I see your hips jerk towards him when he moves backward, as if you’re afraid to lose his dick from your cunt. As if your cunt screams: ‘Oh Willem, please stay inside me! Please keep fucking me!’”

Oh my God, that's exactly what it was like! Oh please go on …

“You try to keep up with the rhythm of the music, but your hips and buttocks are moving a bit jerkily and spasmodically, because both of you are already so horny! Oh Ingrid, how delightful to see your buttocks move back and forth like that, while you’re being fucked, while you're already moaning with little signs of lust!

And it’s so bittersweet! For it’s his cock that makes you so hot, while mine can only pine for your body!”

Oh my God, if you keep this up I'm going to cum just from your voice! Then you'll talk me into an orgasm! Well, Willem’s dick was more important of course. But Jan's voice and gaze made it so horny I could hardly tell them apart: the thrusting cock of my fuck lover and the yearning shaft of my pining lover.

Willem said: “Man, it's so hot to hear you talk like that! You’ve already made her party perfect. Can you see what this evening started with: feminism and high heels?”

“Her heels make her more delightful than ever! Thanks to her heels, you can fuck her standing up. So they have become an indispensable part of your lovemaking.

And feminism … feminism means she’s wild and free, and makes her own choices. Feminism in stilettos means she decides who will be her Champion. The one who fucks her until she moans with pleasure, like she’s doing now!”

Oh God oh God … oohh!

“And who’ll be the Loser who can only hope she enjoys the crushing impression a little she makes on him!”

Oh God … if I enjoy the impression a little I make on you! And I said: “Oh, don’t call yourself a Loser! It’s so fantastic you’re watching! So horny!”

Willem said: “One little thing, Jan. You keep saying I'm fucking her, not that we're fucking each other. As if I’m the one who does it and she’s the one it’s done to. I find it terribly hot to hear you say how I fuck her, but why do you say it like that? Or is that your own special version of feminist sex?”

“It’s the same as during your dance! Then she enjoyed surrendering to you leading her! Not to submit herself to your will, but because she enjoyed it. Now while you’re funcking she does the same thing: she chooses to surrender to you because she enjoys it! Her eyes are closed again, and you’re still shuffling around a bit on the floor. So you still have to lead her in your fuck dance! I could say ‘guide’ instead of ‘lead’, but I like leading better, and I think you two feel the same.

In other words, she’s fucked by you! But it’s still her own choice. I’ve said it before: that’s just as feminist as her stilettos! She lets herself be fucked because she’s wild and horny!”

Oh oh oh I can’t hold it anymore … The tingling in my cunt my nipples my whole body got stronger and stronger.

But Willem said:

“How do you feel about that, Ingrid, to hear you’re being fucked? Because I lead you?”

“Horny as hell! But I want to tell you guys one thing: if you think being fucked is something passive, then I’ll show you something! Look at my hips, Jan! Can you please give another hot live report of what you see?”

“I can see that best from your buttocks! For one of the reasons your stilettos make you so seductive is that they make your back curve a little and your buttocks tilt slightly backwards. And I can tell by the movements of your delicious buttocks how you let Willem’s cock rub against the inside of your cunt.”

But Jan was not yet done with his sex talk: “Oh Ingrid, I also see that your butt and lower back are getting a little sweaty! Just like your face! Oh God, Willem, if I was her Champion I’d want to caress the spot just above her buttocks, between her butt and her lower back. Oh … I think she’s going to scream in a few moments.”

For my real Champion did exactly what Jan said: rub his hand on my sacrum! Oh oh oh oh, that is one of the most erogenous zones of my body! So now my pelvis really caught fire. Wildly, I rubbed my right nipple against Willem’s chest, and I grabbed his other hand and pushed it against my left breast. Immediately her started to knead it …

In a few seconds the glowing feeling in my lower body became stronger and stronger, and stronger AND STRONGER! AND ALMOST UNBEARABLY DELICIOUS!

I screamed with pleasure as my cunt contracted in blissful tingling surges around Willem’s cock, and I screamed: “Oh Willem! You’re so hot … I’m cum … I’m cumming … OH OH OH OOOHH! OH WILLEM!” Oh God! What an orgasm! Oh guys … it seemed to take forever for the sweet cramps of satisfaction to slowly subside. Finally, my cries of pleasure turned into sighs of bliss, and I laid my head on Willem's shoulder

But now I felt Willem's body tense up. He seemed like he was whining: “Oh Ingrid … Oh Ingrid … Oh Ingrid …” and then he screamed like a beast. I felt his cock pulsate inside me, and it still felt so good even though I had just come! How nice I had a condom, so I could let him come inside me without him having to hold back!

Willem still panted a little. “Oh Ingrid, what a wonderful woman you are! I've never come so fantastically!” I sighed: “Neither did I, Champion!” But Willem said: “I think the sexy talk from your yearning admirer helped too. Have you ever had a party like that?”

I leaned against Willem's body, deliciously languid and exhausted. For a moment, I felt only my body and his, and thought nothing of anything. But of course there was someone else involved in that searing sex we had. And I did realize that it might have been harder for him.

So I looked at Jan’s face and tried to read his feelings. I thought I saw pain in his eyes … And I said: “Can you handle it, Jan?”

Jan took a deep breath. “Yes, Ingrid! It was my own idea, wasn’t it? I hoped it would increase your pleasure, remember? I have a feeling that it did. Is that right?”

I looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Yes, Jan! It was even more exciting than I imagined! I'm very grateful you did this for me. But I asked if you could handle it. Aren’t you disappointed I didn’t choose you? How do you feel about your experience?"

“It was the most sublime evening of my life! On the one hand, my balls hurt, my skin aches for yours, there’s a lump in my throat … and yet it was so insanely hot, I wouldn’t have missed it for anything!”

“Yet I’m sure that deep down you kept hoping for a different outcome! Why did you make that suggestion? You didn't know about my fantasy yet. What motivated you? Are you willing to tell me?”

“You're welcome to ask, Ingrid. We were all pretty excited at that point. So was I. I could feel the sexual tension in the air, and I wanted something to happen so it would be released! Just like when there's a thunderstorm in the air on a warm summer evening! So then I said that without a second thought. I'm afraid my cock and balls took over!”

I couldn't help but chuckle. His cock and balls had taken over... story of a man's life! Jan himself smiled a little wryly at that.

“Sounds stereotypical, doesn’t it? But because my cock and balls took over, all three of us experienced something we’ll never forget! Admit it!”

I chuckled again. “I can only admit it! I’m so grateful to your cock and balls! So you can really handle it? No regrets?”

“No regrets, Ingrid! I promised it would be your party, and I’m awfully glad I could witness that unbelievable orgasm! It was almost as good as when I‘d had sex with you myself!”

I smiled at him as warmly as I could. And saw his ever-unrequited cock. Shouldn’t I suck it now till he too screamed my name?

Yet my cunt took over like his cock and balls had. Wouldn’t it be ever so hot to let him go home with his balls still full? (And the she-devil chuckled again.)

I winked at Jan and said: “My stiletto feminism just loves to look at your dick, Jan! Now, isn’t that a good note to end our amazing evening together?” And I sent my sweet friend home.

But still I felt a bit guilty afterward. Hadn’t I been too hard on him to send him away just because if increased my own excitement? Would he be able to bear seeing me again? How would that play out in the tango school?

But the thought of my cruelty made me all horny again.

But after about an hour I heard a beep from my phone. Would it be from Jan?

It was: it was a video of him lying on his belly on a black couch. His hips and buttock jerked up and down, and I saw the tip of his penis rubbing on the black leather. I heard him panting: “Oh Ingrid … oh Ingrid … oh Ingrid …” He was fucking his couch because he couldn’t get me! So our horny experiment still went on! I grabbed for my vibrator.

His ass moved ever so frantically, and he kept moaning my name. Then I heard him scream like a beast: “OH INGRID!” And I saw enormous squirts of his white sperm spouting all over the black leather, and he still groaned: “Oh Ingrid … oh Ingrid …”

At last his jerking movements stopped. His face was languid and relaxed now, his body finally relieved of that awful load of sperm he had built up during that long, horny evening.

He smiled at the camera and blew a kiss at it. “Oh, Ingrid! What a night it has been!”

Well … wasn’t that the kinkiest love letter I ever received?

So I sent him a direct message back with three emojis: the red high-heeled shoe, the red heart, and the purple eggplant: “Just think of my farewell greeting this evening!”, I added.

Oh yes, he’d come back to me! I’d have many more hot nights before his yearning male gaze.