My ex, who cucked me for the entire 10 years we were together, enjoyed raising the stakes every so often because she got off on the rush. Like the time she unexpectedly joined the bull in verbally degrading me, or the time following an insanely hot night at a bull’s house, when she announced that she would be sleeping over, so I could just go home and he would drop her off the next day.
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The memory currently preoccupying is of the day she went to a birthday brunch for her friend. She’d been gone for a couple of hours when she texted to say that she was having fun with her friend group and would be coming home later than expected.
It was nearly nighttime when she finally got in, and from the moment she walked in the door, I could tell she’d been having sex. Seeing her like that always made me feel like I’d been punched in the stomach, at the same time that it invariably made ragingly horny. At first she played coy when I asked her where she’d been all day, but finally she admitted that she’d only put in an appearance at her friend’s brunch, and quickly made excuses and left. She went to our mutual (male) friend’s apartment.
They’d always had a flirty banter thing going, which I think our friend thought was nothing more than talk. But at a certain point, the banter had escalated to sexting, swapping pics, etc., which culminated in her showing up at his door in the middle of the day. She told me that they’d not only fucked all afternoon, but that she’d been feeling especially wild and slutty, because she felt like she was cheating both on me and on her friend whose birthday party she’d ditched. So she said that she’d asked our friend to do things to her that she never hit up to with me: anal, breath play, rough cnc, and more.
She told me all of this while stroking my cock on the sofa in our living room. I was hurt and angry at both of them, and I also came harder than I ever had in my life.
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