My girlfriend always talked about the handsome barista at the café we went to, praising his physique, his attractive face. She repeatedly humiliated me, saying why I wasn’t like him. One night at the café, when she went to pay, I stepped outside and saw them laughing and chatting through the window. I got a bit jealous. She came out and told me he’d told a funny joke, and the good-looking barista had laughed.
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I was upset.
I’d always enjoyed cuckold content, but this hit me hard. A few days later, during sex, I told my girlfriend I wanted to see her get fucked in front of me. She asked who I wanted to do it. I said the hot barista from the café. She said, “He’s got a nice dick too.” I was shocked and asked how she knew. She laughed and said, “You liked it, didn’t you?” I asked what she meant. She laughed again and confessed that last night at the café, she couldn’t resist and agreed to suck the hot barista’s dick.
My whole body was shaking; I was on the verge of tears. I had a small dick and was being humiliated. She hugged me and told me not to worry. How could I not?
I thought it over. The only way to overcome these feelings was to watch her get fucked by the guy up close.
A week later, I was sitting by the bed, holding my dick, watching my girlfriend under the strong hands of the hot barista. There were scratch marks on her body from him, and she was moaning under his big, thick, long cock. I could see his dick moving in and out of her pussy, their passionate lovemaking was incredible. It was an amazing scene, like they’d been lovers for years. What was I doing there? Lost in these thoughts, I came, letting out a sound. They both turned, looked at me, and laughed mockingly. My girlfriend said, “Look at my jealous little boy, he came.”
I was embarrassed but still thrilled.
Their sex continued, the sound of his cock pounding her pussy. My mind went back to years ago, to my childhood, when my dad went to work, and my mom brought strange men home. She’d sit me in front of the TV, but I’d peek through the door, watching her and rubbing my little dick to the rhythm of her moans. Everything was repeating itself.