I had mentioned to her yesterday that it made me jealous how cute she made herself look for him so she was cautious of overdoing it today. She did her make up about the same as yesterday and went with a moderately sexy, slightly cute dress. I noticed that she had done all of the little details though, painted her toes, exfoliated her feet, used self tan moisturiser the night before. This clearly meant something to her and she was dressing down a bit for my feelings.
He turned up. It didn't look he made an effort, he seemed like he was in a bit of a hurry to be somewhere else and I immediately didn't like him. Luckily I didn't need to interact with him but his overly cocky attitude didn't seem to bother her.
We sat down, they had a bit of a catch up about themselves and people I didn't know. He asked about our situation, she explained we've been together all this time, that this was a first for us, she said to ignore me and double checked he was ok with me being there, he didn't care or ask anything more.
She asked if he had any proof he was safe to go without protection, he showed her some results on his phone from a couple of months ago and said he'd only been using condoms since that test. She explained that she's only been with me since the last time they fucked and that was good enough for him.
She started to lean over him like she was a dog and he had treats in his pocket. She started saying how she'd missed his dick and she's not been fucked properly for a while. She was stroking his dick through his jeans. I think she was talking about something they did in the past, I didn't hear properly or understand but as they were talking about it she undid his jeans and took out his dick.
I thought he was erect at this point and was impressed at his size. It turns out he wasn't, she was just holding it up as she stroked it. I watched as this thing got bigger and fatter, her getting more excited as it did. This was the first time I had seen a dick like this in person, it didn't look real. She looked over to me as if to check I was ok, I must've looked ok because she smiled and looked excited. She told him again that she'd missed this dick. He told her to show him. She went to suck it but looked over at me again, I think I sort of nodded to her and nervously smiled.
She started to take it in her mouth, I think she was nervous and worried about me, she glanced at me a couple of times. I think I was already secretly willing her to suck it properly, the sight of this big cock in her hands and mouth felt surreal but hot. The thought that she'd almost gone this far with my friend was also crossing my mind. Maybe she had some guilt from then, this was the same room, same chair.
He grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth down further on his dick, he said "come on bitch, do your thing", she looked up at him and started to suck deeper and faster. He said "that's it bitch, good girl" in a condescending tone. It seemed to have an affect on her and she began to want to please his dick.
He told her "on your knees bitch", she did as he said, he stood up and started to remove his clothes. He was fairly well built and had tattoos. She stopped sucking for a bit, took a good look at his dick while she aggressively stroked the entire length of it. He said "don't forget to suck my balls". I've never asked her to do this and she's never done it to me. She looked over at me, stroking his shaft in one hand and reaching for his balls with her mouth. She looked degraded but like it turned her on. She looked at me like she was checking I was ok for the last time, like she was checking out and giving in.
You know when you run out of breath underwater but you still need to swim up a couple of meters before you can breathe. You're basically fighting your urge to breathe in, and when you get to the surface you don't need to consciously breathe in, you just stop fighting and your body takes over by breathing as hard as you possibly can. This is what it looked like from this moment onwards, as if she'd been starved of big cock for years and she'd just given in and let her body do what it needed to do in the most extreme way possible. I have never seen her suck cock like this, it was like her life depended on it. He was just chilled out and enjoying it like it was normal, grabbing her hair and manipulating her occasionally or saying "that's it bitch" or something similar.
I was feeling a lot of things. Obviously it was hot to see her like this but I was jealous that in 4 years she had never been like this with me. I had seen her previous "trying to please" style of blowjob and thought that was as hot as it gets. This was another level and I clearly don't have what it takes to provoke this behaviour in her. I felt proud of her, she looked like a pornstar but I felt like I wasn't worthy of her.
Somehow my dick had found it's way into my hand and I was conscious that I was close to cumming. I forced myself to stop stroking, remembering the advice from others on here and knowing from experience that the horny bubble I was in was protecting me.
She didn't seem to tire of sucking but after a good while he pulled her to her feet, reached into her underwear and commented on how wet she was from sucking him. She took off her dress, he picked her up and carried her upstairs, asking for directions as they went.
I wasn't sure if he wanted to go there for privacy or because the bed was more comfortable. I waited a bit and then quickly followed, sitting in the doorway on the floor. As I arrived, she was on her back, he was knelt next to her head and she was sucking him again. He took off her underwear, she was completely naked now. This got my heart thumping.
He got between her legs, I could see her pussy, exposed to his meat. Until now, this pussy had been mine, still should be. I love and appreciate this pussy like nobody else can. He rested his porn dick against her beautiful slit and penetrated her like she was his pretty little whore. He used her like she meant nothing to him and from what I'd seen, she didn't mean anything to him, he acted like he was doing her a favour. The lack of feelings made it tolerable in one way but his disregard for her and her seeming to enjoy it was hitting me in a painful way.
Have you ever taken a pet to the vets and been in awe at how the pet will allow the vet to manhandle it like that because there's no way it'd ever allow you to do that. This thought crossed my mind at the time. I don't think she would react this way if I said or did the things he was doing. Within probably a minute he had her cumming harder than she'd ever cum with me, he paused like it was a minor inconvenience and said something degrading to her under his breath.
He picked her up and held her as he fucked her, I couldn't tell if she was cumming through this, or where she started or stopped cumming, it sounded orgasmic throughout. A lot of thoughts and feelings went through me at this time. I remembered all the times my friend had done impressions of how he'd fuck her while I watch and told me all the things I would be thinking. I was now that guy he had joked about. I was watching my girlfriend be fucked by a superior dick, a man that could make my girlfriend enjoy sex far better than I could. I was (like he said) in awe of his dick and prowess. I was stroking my cock in approval. The memory of these words was like additional humiliation, it turned me on but felt shameful. I was an actual cuckold now. How did I get here? I had a beautiful girlfriend, everyone had been jealous of me for years and here I was, feeling more comfortable stroking my dick as she gets fucked by another man than I have probably ever felt trying to fuck her right.
I said before that she looks like Ryan Ryans. I think Ryan Ryans has only ever done lesbian porn, I've never seen her get fucked. I've always wished I could watch her fuck because it would be like watching my girlfriend get fucked (I just realised maybe this fantasy is rooted further back than I realised). My girlfriend didn't look like my girl right now, she looked like a real woman, a pornstar. This guy, this careless asshole, had turned her into this amazing sexual being. I didn't need to see Ryan Ryans get fucked, this was the real deal. I kept looking at different parts of her, the toes she had carefully painted, her lower legs flailing in the air, her hair the she had spent time curling. Some parts looked like the girl I know and love, other parts looked like a woman I wasn't worthy of. Her pussy was stretched around his dick like I had never seen before.
These thoughts were whirling around in my head, all the while I feel like I could cum at any point. He threw her down on the bed, manhandled her into doggy position, grabbed her arms in 1 hand, hair in another and pounded her. Probably a minute later she came again, this one quite obvious compared to the last, he just carried on fucking her through it. He was saying degrading things to her but I couldn't make most of them out as he was breathing so hard, it didn't matter, we both knew what he meant, that she was his bitch and she was loving it.
He wrestled her into another couple of positions, I'm not sure how many times she came, I was in a horny trance of thoughts and feelings, trying not to accidently make myself cum. He asked her "do you want my cum bitch?", she replied "yes". He told her to beg for it. "Please, cum inside me!" she begged. He picked up the pace before grunting deeply and repeatedly. He grabbed her by the hips as if she was just an old fucktoy that he was relieving himself into. He turned around to look for his clothes, realised they were downstairs, told us he'd let himself out and disappeared.
She repositioned herself so her head was on a pillow, holding her hips tilted up so that cum wouldn't leak out, although I could see it was anyway. She asked if I was ok. I said I was. This was a moment though, hearing her voice talk to me again, reminding me this was reality, not a dream. Her pussy leaking another man's cum being the elephant in the room. She called me over. I got on top of her, I still didn't feel worthy. She told me to take my clothes off, I did. She kissed me lightly on the lips, aware that she was a bit messy from the aggressive cock sucking. She smelled different, like balls, I remember that she had sucked his. She asked if I forgave her, I could sense despite her waning euphoria that she felt vulnerable. I gave her a passionate kiss and asked her if he had given her what she needed, what she'd been craving. She said he had, that she felt good and now she wanted to make me feel good.
With an evil grin on her face she asked if I wanted to forgive her properly. The thought of her straddling my face and making me lick was honestly a turn on but it was still a gross and scary thought. I made sure my weight was holding her down and guided my dick into her swollen and juicy pussy. It felt like nothing I'd ever felt before, loose but warm and slippery. We kissed all the while I slowly slid in and out of her used pussy, trying to enjoy it for a bit before filling her with a 2nd load. I felt partly like I was fucking a pornstar, someone I wasn't worthy of but privileged to have the opportunity but partly like nothing had happened and she was the same girl I know and love. I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life, it felt like every gland was wringing every last drop of everything I had into her. I laid next to her feeling equally spent. She grabbed something to clean the mess with before returning to an affectionate embrace.
It's been a strange few hours since, like we're both convincing each other we're ok, sharing our thoughts, feelings and love. She's asleep now, I watched her fall asleep and she looks like she looks every night, as if nothing unusual happened today except I'm seeing her differently and I don't think I understand it or can put it into words, does anyone know what I mean?
As long as I stay in the moment and don't overthink it, things feel nice. If I take a step back and start considering my situation and everything in the last few weeks, I either freak out and/or get depressed about it. I start to wonder where it went wrong, what I could've done differently. I don't see many other people talk about this struggle on here. I guess for most, their other half isn't interested and it becomes a life goal to make the fantasy into reality?
