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Chloe and I spent much of the following week fucking and experimenting with cuckold porn. I had been trying to see a picture of Chloe's exes cock since I didn't catch sight of it during her Snapchat session. Snapchat being Snapchat though, the pics weren't there. I'm pretty sure Chloe could quite easily have asked Jamie for some and he'd gleefully send but I didn't feel comfortable opening up that conversation so soon. I made it clear the next day that I didn't want Chloe messaging her ex behind my back, her response was almost happy.
"Aww, you jealous?" She said, giggling, "Cute, I don't want him back, it was just for fun."
I knew she could be trusted, so I wasn't too concerned she'd do anything behind my back.
There was a shift in Chloe's enthusiasm for watching porn and how horny she'd get from it, even instigating dirty talk during sex. Now that she was watching the cuckold porn, she was throwing in some talk seemingly designed to get me jealous. Asking if I wanted Jamie to fuck her, describing how big he was, telling me how she used to choke on him during blowjobs and how he'd hold her hair tightly, keeping her head in place as he cum.
"I'd swallow it all too," she said, gloating and panting.
Her willingness to wear less in the accommodation was also becoming more apparent. She would regularly parade around the living and kitchen areas in just her bra and knickers, Luke was certainly getting to see plenty day-to-day. I asked her about the lack of clothing, she said it felt comfortable and made her feel sexy, can't argue with that, I suppose. I also questioned her being so unclothed around Luke.
"He's fucked me, I don't think he cares about seeing my underwear," she said, laughing. I clarified that I meant the exact opposite, of course he wouldn't be bothered, he'd be horny though.
"Oh, I know he's horny," she said with a smirk. "I can feel him watching me every time I walk past. But isn’t that the fun part? He can look but not touch until I say," she clarified, with a playful giggle.
What had I created? It was hot though.
Chloe didn't mention anything about this 'girls' night' that Emma had come up with until Thursday when I got back from work.
"Oh, babe, Emma and me are going to a club for a friend's birthday tomorrow night, the plan is for it to just be girls, is that okay?"
I said it was fine.
"You can wait here for me after if you like?" she said, I agreed I would.
There was an awkward silence, a tension building, I wasn't sure why.
“So… what am I allowed to do while I’m out?” she asked, her voice soft but with that familiar playful edge. “I mean, it’s just us girls… but we'll be in clubs.”
She paused, her eyes glinting mischievously. “You trust me, right?”
That was why.
I honestly didn't know what to say. To say I was conflicted was an understatement. I knew this was coming but still couldn't prepare myself to be completely helpless and sat in the accommodation without knowledge of what was happening.
"I do… You have to keep me updated with what you're doing though." I said assertively.
"That was the plan!" She said.
You'll notice I didn't answer the question of what she was allowed to do; one part of me didn't want any guys to even look at her while I wasn't there, and the other thought giving her free rein could be sexy. The problem was the lack of control I had over this and her safety. She also didn't ask again.
Friday came and I arrived back from work at around 6 pm to Chloe and Emma in the beginning stages of getting ready; they'd already started drinking. Most of my workday was spent figuring out ways to mitigate the situation without telling her I wasn't entirely comfortable. I didn't like it but my horny brain seemed intent on suppressing my feelings. I walked into laughter and music coming from Chloe's room, both of them only wearing knickers and bras with a considerable pile of clothes resting on the bed. Chloe was applying makeup as Emma browsed clothing options.
“Hey babe!” Chloe called out without looking up, her voice cheerful but laced with an undertone of mischief. “We’re just figuring out what to wear tonight. You should help us pick, you know, since you’ll be waiting up for me.”
Emma glanced over at me with a grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, help us decide how much trouble we’re going to cause,” she teased, holding up a short dress that left little to the imagination.
I swallowed, trying to ignore the growing knot in my stomach. It was a strange mix of anticipation, jealousy, and nervousness. Chloe knew exactly what she was doing, and Emma was happy playing along with it.
Chloe stood up and walked to the bed, turning back and holding two dresses in her hands, one slightly more modest and the other a daring, body-hugging piece. “Which one do you like better?” she asked, giving me a playful smile as she held them up against her body. "Be honest."
I took a deep breath, my mind racing. The modest one would keep her safe, shield her from unwanted attention… but the other one? The other one would turn heads, remind every guy in the club that she was the hottest one there. And the worst part? She’d be doing it without me.
I probably paused too long but eventually I formulated a response.
“Uh… the black one,” I finally said, nodding toward the more daring option, my voice betraying me.
Chloe’s eyes lit up as she grinned, exchanging a glance with Emma. “Good choice,” she said, holding it up to her body again and giving a little twirl. “I thought you’d pick this one.”
She disappeared into the bathroom to change, leaving Emma and me alone. Emma raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. “You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, half-joking but clearly enjoying the tension. I couldn't even feign excitement and it seemed apparent to Emma that I wasn't completely on board with the plan. A few minutes passed of Emma deciding what to wear and asking what I thought, my focus wasn't there though, so my repeated "It's nice," reply probably reinforced my conflicted feelings.
"She'll be fine, there's going to be five of us in the group." She said reassuringly, I nodded while looking at my phone.
"I'll make sure she texts you as well, I'll text you what's going on when I can." She continued.
Before I could respond, Chloe emerged, the black dress clinging to every curve. She looked incredible, and she knew it. “So,” she said, walking over and draping her arms around my shoulders, her lips brushing close to my ear, “are you sure you trust me tonight? Because I’ll behave… unless you don’t want me to.”
I couldn't say anything to that.
Emma finally picked something to wear with the assistance of Chloe and we moved into the living area, where the girls continued drinking and listening to music until around 7:15 pm.
"Chloe, we need to meet the others and get to the club for 8," Emma said.
That began the rush of making sure they had everything they needed.
"Money and ID are the most important, don't forget them," I said, ugh, why am I helping facilitate this?
They finally felt ready to leave. Chloe came over and gave me a kiss and hug. The tension in the air was thick, my heart pounding in my chest as she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. Emma hugged me too, whispering "she'll be fine" before heading off behind Chloe.
The silence in the accommodation was deafening. A wave of noise followed by my own thoughts and the night hadn't even begun.
After an hour of restless pacing, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it, hoping for an update.
“Hey babe, we just got to the club.”
I typed a quick response, wanting to know more. “Good, everything going okay?”
Half an hour passed before I got a message back. I tried to shift my focus to TV, but it was futile, so it became a night of scrolling through my phone waiting for updates.
“Yeah, we’re having fun 😉 Met some interesting people, too.” What a maddeningly vague update for the time waited. I felt my cock twitch a little admittedly.
I tried to shake it off, but my mind kept wandering. Was she talking to guys? Just girls? My thoughts started to spiral, imagining different scenarios, each one more vivid than the last. I wanted to ask her directly but didn’t want to come off as possessive.
Another hour went by before the next message came. Yes, you read that correctly, an hour. I wasn't doing well at this point but I hadn't resorted to spamming messages.
“Dance floor is wild, so many people out tonight. You should be here ;)”
My pulse quickened, and my stomach churned with jealousy and excitement. Was she inviting me out or just teasing? To test the waters, I responded with a simple, “I wish I was…”
It didn't prompt an invite, unsurprisingly.
Chloe’s next reply was a single photo. She was on the dance floor with Emma, both of them laughing, faces flushed, but the focus was on Chloe’s dress—tight and daring under the club lights. In the background, there was a group of guys nearby, seemingly eyeing them. My mind raced, imagining them being approached, talked to, maybe even touched as they danced.
"Seems like fun, be safe," I replied.
A few minutes passed, and then another message:
“Some of these guys are a bit too handsy tonight 😉 but I’m holding my own,” quickly followed by "Is it okay if I say I don't have a boyfriend? <3"
That was it. My imagination was spiralling now, and I could barely sit still, unsure of what was happening versus what I was picturing. Was she teasing me, or were things getting that intense?
Unable to resist, I texted back: “Just remember, you’re coming home to me tonight.”
After what felt like forever, she replied, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll have plenty to tell you when I get back… if you’re up for it ;)"
I was torn between wanting to ask for more details and forcing myself to be patient. I stared at my phone, waiting for the next update, each one both thrilling and torturous. Whatever she had in store for me, I knew I was in for a long night of waiting, wondering… and imagining.
It approached 11:30 pm and I'd had very few updates. The silence in the apartment felt suffocating as I sat there, phone in hand, glancing at the screen every few minutes. Just as I was about to give up and assume she’d forgotten to update me, my phone buzzed again.
“Babe… you’d love the attention we’re getting right now ;)”
I stared at the message, my heart pounding. What did she mean by we’re? I typed a response, fingers almost trembling.
“What kind of attention?”
She didn’t reply right away, and every second felt like an eternity. When her message finally came through, it didn’t clarify anything.
“Let’s just say, some guys don’t seem to get that it’s girls’ night…”
I exhaled, torn between excitement and jealousy, both emotions swirling through me as I imagined what she might be dealing with on that dance floor. She was out there, looking incredible, drawing every eye in the club. And knowing her, she was enjoying it, playing it up.
I debated my next move. I wanted to ask for more, to make her describe exactly what was going on, but at the same time, I didn’t want to show how desperate I was for details.
The phone buzzed again, and this time it was a photo. Chloe, mid-dance, hair a little tousled and makeup perfect, her smile bright and mischievous. There was a guy in the background, standing close, clearly interested, his eyes on her as she moved. I could tell she knew he was watching, and she seemed to be relishing every second of it.
“Getting close, aren’t they?” I texted back, trying to sound casual, but knowing she’d see through it.
“They are,” she replied quickly. “Emma had to step in at one point, haha. But don’t worry… they know I’m taken.”
Her words were reassuring, but the way she’d put it left my mind spinning. Were they backing off completely? Or were they still lingering, just close enough to keep her on edge?
Just when I thought she’d leave me hanging again, my phone lit up once more.
“One of them asked if I’m single… I said I was mostly taken.”
My heart skipped a beat. I could practically see her saying it, her flirtatious smile and the way her eyes would flash with mischief. Mostly taken? I typed back, barely able to keep my thoughts straight.
“Mostly? How’d he react to that?”
A pause. Then another message came through.
“Oh, he seemed… encouraged. I’m getting plenty of attention on the dance floor. But don’t worry, babe, you know I like to tease ;)”
My head spun, my thoughts racing as I imagined her surrounded by a group of guys, their attention focused on her, while she danced and laughed, fully aware of the effect she was having on them—and on me. I gripped my phone, waiting for any new update, my mind in overdrive, knowing that whatever was happening out there only added to the anticipation of what would happen when she finally came home.
After a long silence, another text finally arrived.
“We’re leaving soon. You ready for me?”
The tension snapped into high gear, and I quickly texted back, “Definitely.”
As I put my phone down, my pulse was racing. The thought of her walking through the door, ready to share every detail… I was more than ready. The silence stretched on, and my phone stayed stubbornly blank. I kept checking, half-expecting an update saying they were on their way back.
“Change of plans. One of the guys invited us to a party at their accommodation… just having a few drinks with him and his friends.”
My heart dropped and raced all at once. I couldn’t stop the questions flooding my mind, every possible scenario spinning wildly. I typed back, trying to keep my tone casual.
“Sounds fun. Just be careful, alright?”
Her reply came quickly, as if she’d anticipated my reaction.
“You know I will. It’s just for a bit, babe. Emma and I are sticking together.”
After Chloe’s message, there was another long pause, leaving me staring at my phone, practically willing an update to appear. Then, unexpectedly, a message came in from Emma.
“Hey, Lewis! Don’t worry, I’m keeping an eye on her 😉 We’re just having a couple of drinks.”
I felt a strange sense of relief. At least I knew Emma remembered her job.
I replied, “Thanks, Emma. Make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble, yeah?”
Emma responded almost immediately. “Depends on what you mean by trouble 😉 But I’ll make sure she’s safe.”
Minutes passed. Then, another text from Emma came through, this time with a photo: Chloe and Emma both sitting on a couch, drinks in hand. Chloe was leaning back, looking relaxed. I could see a couple of guys in the background, clearly eyeing them.
“They live in the same building as us, so lucky we aren't far away. Don’t worry, we’re having fun but keeping things… innocent.”
Innocent. They both likely knew I was losing my mind, I noticed my cock getting harder though so I decided I should at least pleasure myself while I waited, I'm unsure if knowing my girlfriend wasn't very far away – flirting with other guys – was helping or hindering my wanking.
About 15 minutes passed before my phone buzzed with another message from Emma, and I felt my heart race as I opened it.
The photo showed Chloe straddling a guy’s lap, the top of her dress pulled down just enough to expose her lacy black bralette, barely covering her nipples. She was leaning forward, their lips almost touching, a playful grin on her face. The guy’s hands were gripping her thighs, his fingers reaching higher, teasing the edge of her dress, which had hiked up so far I could tell her knickers would be pressed directly against his crotch. Chloe’s other hand was tangled in his hair, seemingly pulling him closer, clearly enjoying the attention as she playfully arched her back, showcasing her curves.
Emma’s accompanying message read: “Caught this little moment… thought I’d show you since we might get distracted for a bit."
It was 1:19 am, I hadn't had an update in a long time and was beginning to worry. I had moved into Chloe's bedroom as Luke had come back from wherever he had been and came into the kitchen, which had a view of the living area. I didn't quite have the relationship with Luke to openly wank in front of him, despite him having fucked my girlfriend in front of me, that's the weird cuckold dynamic I suppose. I decided I should message Emma.
"Do you know what Chloe’s up to? Haven’t heard from her in a bit…" I pleaded, trying to be as nonchalant as possible while conveying some urgency.
I had to wait about 10 minutes before any hint of a reply came. It showed Emma typing, then not, typing, then not, and silence. I almost sent another message but resisted. The switch between typing and not had me concerned; the fact that it happened three more times without a message was more of a concern, but eventually, I got a reply.
“We're busy … it sounds like she's loving it.”
I felt helpless but unbelievably turned on. Emma was also clearly preoccupied, I could only imagine what Chloe was doing.
The door creaked open at 1:52 a.m. exactly. I had been slowly stroking to the thoughts in my head despite being conflicted, and I heard her heels clicking softly as she entered the apartment. I barely had time to process the sound before Chloe appeared in the doorway to her bedroom, her cheeks flushed and a faint indication that her mascara had run.
"Missed me?" she purred, her voice low and teasing. Without waiting for an answer, she swayed over and perched herself on the edge of the bed, inches away from me, her dress slightly rumpled, her skin radiating warmth.
My breath caught as she leaned in, the faint scent of some guy's cologne lingering on her mixed with alcohol. Her dress was pulled tight across her curves, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Streaks of semi-dried, milky white remnants dotted her skin, a brazen reminder of what she’d done.
"So…" she began, crossing her legs slowly, drawing out the silence between us. "You wanted to know what happened tonight?"
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat.
She grinned, clearly enjoying my anticipation. "Well, it started on the dance floor. Guys kept hovering around us, but one caught my attention. He leaned in, whispered things in my ear that… well, let’s just say I couldn’t resist."
My fists clenched as she went on, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"At first, he was just… touching me," she murmured, her hand trailing over her thigh, mimicking his movements, "running his hands up and down my legs while we danced. I tried to keep things innocent, but… he didn’t." She giggled softly, and her gaze flicked up to meet mine. "I was going to come back here but they invited us to their accommodation for a party, they live here just across there…" She said, pointing out of her bedroom window. All the porn we'd been watching seemingly gave Chloe a strong idea of how to tease me, I wasn't sure whether I loved or hated it.
The building was sort of a 'U' shape, with views from the window limited to the windows of other student accommodation. Perverts paradise, honestly, if someone forgot to close the curtains. It was particularly extraordinary since the windows were extremely large, from a few inches off the ground to almost the ceiling, was one vertical, rectangular window.
She grabbed my hand, "Come look," she said with urgency.
I followed her to the window, looking at a sea of windows adorned with various teddies, posters and other personal effects placed in or near the window.
She began scanning the windows and eventually pointed to one opposite, slightly to the right and one floor down, "see the basketball hoop?"
I did. There was a window with a small suction hoop stuck to it. The light was on, and I could see the bottom half of the bed—just the legs and feet of someone lying on it.
“We went back to their accommodation for the party, but I was in that bedroom mostly," she murmured, her tone filled with a teasing satisfaction that sent a surge of jealousy through me. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear.
She lingered by the window, watching my reaction with that smug, satisfied smile before looking back at the view. "After a while, we broke off from the others… I could feel everyone’s eyes on us as he took me to that room, like they knew exactly what would happen. He didn't even wait, he took his jeans off as soon as we got inside."
Her fingers tightened around my hand, leading me closer to her as she whispered the rest. "He pushed me against the wall, hands already everywhere. It was… intense," she teased, "he had my knickers down almost immediately before I could even get my dress off. I had to make him wait so I could slide it down,"
"Once I got my dress off, he pushed me onto the bed. I was so turned on, and he could see it…He knelt between my legs and kissed his way up my thighs, I wanted him bad… Then he finally pressed his mouth against me and slid his tongue in." She guided me away from the window and sat me on the bed as she stood in front. She began removing her dress by sliding it down her body as she must have done for him, leaving her in her underwear, my eyes level with her breasts. I reached to begin rubbing her pussy through the material, she let out a brief moan and moved my hand away.
"Not yet, I haven't finished telling you about my night…" she said slyly, straddling my lap, "I moaned so loud, he just kept licking, over and over," she leaned forward, lowering her voice to a whisper, "I was close to getting off, I didn't feel in control so…"
I waited as she paused, pushing her head into my chest.
"…I told him to fuck me…Well, maybe more of a beg," she said, giggling drunkenly.
"You fucked?" I asked.
"Shhh, I'm telling you what happened, no questions," she said while placing a finger on my lips.
"He stood up, I saw his boxers straining to keep it in. He pulled me up to stand in front of him," she said, a smile playing on her lips. "I could barely wait… I remember slipping my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, feeling how hard he was, teasing him just a bit before I slid them down."
She looked at me, searching for my reaction as she leaned in, her voice a whisper, "I grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip along my pussy, I got so close to letting it slip inside… He tried to thrust so it'd go in but it just poked my clit. Then he got a little…rougher,"
The tension was unreal. I didn't know how I felt but my dick felt excited.
"He turned me around and pushed me on the bed, it must have jolted me just enough, because as he was climbing on me I covered my pussy and told him he needed a condom." I felt a marginal relief that at least she was safe.
"…But he said he didn't have one." Oh no.
I was about to open my mouth to ask if she did it, she shushed me again.
"He picked me up off the bed and took me over to the wall by the window. We kissed, he had me pressed against the wall, his arms hooked under my knees and he sneakily almost slipped inside me, twice. I was so wet it was easy…" she teased.
"I couldn't risk it more though because it was going to happen, so I told him to let go and I got down on my knees, you'd have been able to watch if you'd looked," she revealed.
"I knelt, right there by the window. He was watching me the whole time, waiting." Her lips quirked up into a smile as she added, "I made him wait, too. Teased him just a bit. It was sexy just holding it, licking the tip and knowing we could be seen from the window, plus I heard Emma having a good time herself in the next room. I must have teased a bit too much though…" She paused.
"I felt him grip my hair and he started thrusting into my mouth." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she continued, "I choked a little as he pushed even deeper, but he only seemed more into it. Every time I tried to catch my breath, he’d guide me right back, not letting me pull away too far. Then eventually my back was pressed against the wall and I couldn't pull away at all."
"He was really getting into it. At one point, he pulled me back by my hair, made me look up at him, and smirked. Then, without warning, he slapped me – not too hard, but enough to make me gasp." She shifted her weight on my lap and rolled her hips slightly – I swear I felt her wetness through both her knickers and my boxers.
"Now and then he'd slap me again and tell me how good I was, he got quicker and quicker with his thrusts and was grunting… Then he took hold of his dick and started stroking, I gripped it myself and wanked him as fast as I could, I knew he was going to cum… I didn't even realise he had at first, then I felt the warmth hit my face and boobs," she reached behind her and removed her bra, arching her back to present them directly in my face, "taste," she said.
I did what she told me immediately.
"I wiped what I could off my face, but there was a lot down there," she giggled.
It was unmistakably cum, as if I doubted it. I sucked and licked on her nipples dilligently, getting a distinct saltiness on my tongue.
She reached for my cock through my boxers, gripping it through the material, "It seems like you've enjoyed hearing all this," she said teasingly.
I groaned as her fingers tightened around me, her teasing smirk never wavering. She pressed her chest closer to my face, letting me bury myself against her soft, warm skin as I licked and sucked at her nipples. Her breath hitched, and I felt her grind against me harder, the dampness of her knickers impossible to miss.
“You’re so hard already,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Is it because you’re picturing it? Me, on my knees in front of him, looking up while he finished all over me?”
I nodded slightly. I was taken aback at how well she was teasing and how kinky she was being. She lifted off my lap and walked over to the window again, "I didn't get sex tonight though," she said disappointedly, standing topless in the window. I stood and followed her, without saying a word my horniness took over and I pulled down her knickers and bent her over. I'm sure that's what she was hoping for.
My cock effortlessly slipped into her slick pussy and sunk deep. She let out a satisfied moan, pressing one hand against the glass to stabilise herself as I took out all of my frustration in my thrusts. Chloe looked back with pleasure as she winced from each deep thrust, punctuated with a hard slap to her perfectly petite, round arse.
"Who does your pussy belong to?" I asked while gripping her hips.
Her head turned around as I kept pounding her in the window and she let out a little giggle between her satisfied exhales, "Jamie."
My stomach turned and I got mad, my thrusting somehow got harder, the adrenaline forcing my hips to bury my cock deeper, much to her delight.
"Do you like it deep, slut?" I asked, angrily.
She struggled to get out words from breathlessness, I felt her pussy tighten around my cock in pulses, a telltale sign of her climax, I managed about 10 more hard thrusts before I informed her I was going to cum.
She quickly moved, to my confusion, and got on her knees in front of me. She took it in her hand and furiously stroked me.
"Cum for me," she demanded, in an extraordinarily seductive voice.
The tip of my cock exploded with ropes of white. The teasing and edging had created a sea of cum desperate to release. Chloe aimed the tip at her face, allowing two spurts to create vertical lines across her cheek and mouth, before aiming the rest at her chest and tits. As the final drops left my cock she rubbed the head along her nipple.
I went to lift her to kiss her, but she dodged it, "wait," she ordered before rushing to the bed and picking up her phone. She posed, pushing her cum-covered chest out proudly while pushing her tongue out and took a picture.
"What are you doing?" I asked, I already had a suspicion, though.
She ignored me as she typed on her phone.
"Showing Jamie," she said, nonchalantly. She smirked before turning her phone around to show me the picture, captioned 'I made my boyfriend cum on me because I want someone else's in me ???? x'.
I was getting used to this horny rage, I loved the kinkiness and hated it at the same time. She sent the same thing to both of them before coming to kiss me passionately.
"I had fun tonight babe," she said sweetly as she slipped into the bathroom, the shower turned on.
My horny brain was pushing situations that I was starting to doubt I could handle. The thought of my girlfriend cucking me like in all of the porn we watched was extremely appealing in my head. How far would she go? Her confidence was so high, her horniness was insane…
Her phone buzzed on the bed after a few minutes of her being in the shower, my immediate reaction was that I shouldn't look.
I did, though. It was a Snapchat message from Jamie, I opened it.
"???? warn me when you're here. You can tell your boyfriend you're visiting a friend from school," clearly he thinks she's cheating rather than cucking.
I put the phone down almost simultaneously with the shower stopping. I'd have to tell her I read the message and figure out how far this could go…
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