The time my friend fucked my crush at a party [True Story]

This is the story of how my cuckold status really got solidified. It was a number of years ago, and I had a huge crush on this girl. We got on very well, she was beautiful and seemed to like me back. I knew she’d had boyfriends before, but was single at the time. I was still a virgin.

We meet up and spend the whole day together, basically a date, but we never agreed that’s what it was. I was so shy and didn’t have the courage to ask her out properly. I remember a moment where we were walking to the store together to get supplies for a party we were going to, and thinking this is the perfect moment to ask, but my anxiety got the better of me and I couldn’t do it.

We got back from the store and the party started at a friend’s house whose parents were away. We started drinking and having fun and talking about the people we knew and if we should invite them over. She asked about my friend, Jake, who was close by and if I’d call him. I figured why not, so I did and he came over and the two of them started flirting when he got there.

The party went on, and I ended up elsewhere not knowing where she was, so decided to go and look. I couldn’t see her or him anywhere, and asked a few people who said they might be upstairs. I went up to look which is where I saw a closed bedroom door and could hear two people in there…it was them.

I pressed my ear to the door and heard the sounds of her body being used by his cock. I couldn’t believe it and felt a lot of mixed emotions. I was still immature, and I got frustrated and actually hit the door which I think interrupted them (stupid move), but I didn’t stay to find out and went back downstairs.

The party started winding down and they didn’t come out of the room. People started going to sleep in living room and I found a spot on a couch. I couldn’t sleep thinking about what had happened, and was thinking about how she’s up there having sex with him. A while later, I’m pretending to be asleep and she comes down into the living room, without him. She decides to also choose the couch where I am, and she’s next to me with what I can only imagine is an afterglow from being fucked. I’m rock hard the whole time, unable to do anything about it.

The morning comes and we both get up. Nobody mentions anything, but I offer to walk her home. When we say goodbye, she said “I’m sorry”, but I pretended to not know what she was talking about. I never saw her again after that.

This experience was a definite turning point to how my cuckold desires began, and it’s something I still fantasize about.