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Chloe appeared from the shower having washed the cum from her body. I told her I’d read the message from Jamie. She seemed surprised, but didn’t seem to care very much. We knew each other’s passwords, although it wasn’t a normal thing to unlock each other’s phones.
“What did he say?” she said, while patting herself dry.
“He seems to think you’re cheating on me?” I replied, wanting clarity on the situation.
“Oh, well, I haven’t told him our situation so he must just be assuming from what I’ve sent,” she said confidently.
“Are you going to tell him?” I pressed.
“I don’t really know how to, it’s a bit complicated to explain,” she said, pulling a fresh pair of knickers on, “don’t worry, I’m not going to let him fuck me without you there… Unless you want me to,” she smirked deviously.
Admittedly, I felt jealous; part of me wondered if she’d messaged Jamie without me knowing at some point. I trusted her though, so I thought it’d be stupid to ask.
A few days passed and I was practically living with Chloe. I’d come home from work and we’d spend the night together, watching porn and exploring fantasies. The sex was rampant; she was permanently horny while I was around. I was texting her like usual, she told me Emma had just left for an afternoon lecture that she was also supposed to attend but wasn’t going. I asked her if she was feeling unwell or if she just wanted the accommodation to herself for peace and quiet.
“Well, Luke is watching TV in the living room, so I’m not alone anyway…Jamie has snapped me, I think he’s horny. Just wanted you to know x”
That message reassured me that I wasn’t being kept in the dark. I asked what made her think he was horny.
“Well, he’s got a bulge in his boxers in the picture and told me he woke up with it thinking about me,” she replied, “what do you want me to do? x”
“It’s up to you, I trust you, just keep me updated x” I replied.
I sat at work, glued to my phone. Minutes later, I got a message, a picture from her POV on her bed, the thin, white t-shirt she sometimes wears for bed covering her tits but with her nipples visibly poking out. Her knees raised and slightly opened outwards with her feet flat on the bed, captioned “Well now you’ve made me a little wet ;)”.
“Wow,” is all I could think to send. It was clear this wasn’t going to be a productive afternoon for me.
A few minutes more passed and I saw Chloe begin typing, “He sent a little video of him playing with himself inside his boxers,” she sent with an embarrassed emoticon.
“Did he send a message with it?” I asked.
There was a delay before I got another picture. Chloe took it from above, her t-shirt pulled up just enough to show one nipple and the underside of her tits, her free hand was in her knickers. It had a caption of “Not as well as that could x”, which seemed out of context. I told her how sexy it was and asked what the message meant.
There was another long pause. Chloe was typing and then not, repeatedly. It must have lasted 5 minutes; I was getting impatient. I debated sending another message.
“He said, ‘I bet your boyfriend couldn’t get you off with his this morning'” Yikes, shots fired. I was a little pissed off, but given the scenario, I could reason that it was playing into the horniness. I didn’t even have time to respond before she sent another message.
“He has taken his boxers off and is stroking it, it’s so big and thick babe,” she said, “He said he wishes I was bouncing up and down on it.”
I waited for her reply, and before long, I received a video. Chloe was on the floor of her bedroom topless. She was holding a dildo I’d bought her, it was 6 inches long and was pretty similar in both length and girth to my dick. I’d never seen her use it before; I assumed it’d been thrown into a drawer and forgotten about. She held the dildo in place vertically and eased herself onto it, letting out a satisfied groan. She began bouncing up and down on it, her tits jiggling freely as she squeaked with pleasure every time she hit the bottom. She captioned it “practising for you x”.
I was rock hard at my desk; thankfully, nobody had tried to talk to me or walk nearby. I didn’t know what to reply to any of these messages besides putting heart eyes in response to the media she was sending. Part of me felt like an inconvenience, which is ridiculous considering Chloe is my girlfriend, but I wasn’t willing to be left out of this.
“I wish he was with me right now, I’m so fucking wet,” she sent.
“You at least have the dildo I got you ;)” I replied.
“It’s not the same,” she said before immediately sending a video, an extreme close-up of her pussy as she shoved the dildo into herself. The wetness of her pussy made a squelching sound with every pass, combining with her moans, “Mmmm fuck me Jamie, harder, please, you’re so big, I need it, cum in me, I need a dick that can make me cum.” It had “he could watch to learn how to make me scream 😉 x” as the caption.
“I think you might be forgetting to tell me about his messages,” I sent as the captions were unmistakably referring to me. I found the situation hot, but I also felt helpless. Part of me wanted to stop, but my cock was straining desperately against my trousers. I watched the clock as I waited a full 8 minutes with no sign of a reply.
“Chloe?” I sent.
Another 3 minutes passed.
“He just sent me a video of him cumming on his chest and stomach, he said it was all going to be pumped deep into me soon x” she finally sent, “he has to go now though, can you come home any earlier? x”
“I can’t, I’ve got to be here until at least 5 today, why what’s up?” I said, she’d never asked that before.
“I need sex, I’m so beyond horny I can’t even think straight,” she explained, “can’t you pretend to be sick?”
“Even if I did, it’d be over an hour before I could get back there.” I continued.
A picture came through; Chloe had dressed in a white, laced lingerie set and was leaning forward, showing off her cleavage and biting her lip. “Are you sure you can’t?” she teased. I wished I could, but there was very little I could do.
“I’m sorry I can’t, we can fuck all you want later x” I sent.
It was 3 pm at this point, so my return was 3 hours away at best.
I just received a sad face in response. About 10 minutes passed and I assumed that was the end of it. I left my desk for a few minutes to do some work that I’d been heavily distracted from. After returning, I pulled out my phone and placed it on my desk. I had two missed video calls from Chloe.
“What’s wrong? I can’t answer at my desk in case others see or hear.” I sent in the chat.
“Then go somewhere you can, hurry up ;)” she replied.
At this stage, I fully expected another tease to get me to come home. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to leave but putting on a show might get Chloe off. There was an office space two floors up that wasn’t in use; there were toilets there that nobody would be using. So I set off with my phone and earphones and got into a cubicle before video calling Chloe.
She answered almost immediately. Greeting me was a close-up of her tits cupped perfectly by her bra before the phone tilted upwards to her face.
I whispered, “Chloe, I can’t stay on long, I’ve got t-“
“Shhh,” she said, standing up from her bed and walking over to the desk in her room. She placed the phone down, “I’m muting you now so I won’t be able to hear you.”
The camera was pointed at the wall. I presumed she was using her phone stand. It turned horizontally and then, after some tilting, the image flipped to the back camera with a great view of Chloe’s white lace knickers up close as she appeared to be trying to see her screen. She stepped slightly to the side as the camera moved, intending to get as much of her bed as possible into the frame. Finally, she seemed happy and walked towards the bed, her truly perfect arse on display with a slight jiggle, before sitting on the edge of it and starting to rub her pussy through her underwear.
I took the opportunity to start stroking myself, although she couldn’t hear or see me, I had the pleasure of both as her satisfaction resulted in moans while staring directly into the camera lens as I stroked to her display of desperate horniness. Abruptly, she stopped and said, “One minute babe,” before walking off camera. I guessed she needed to use the bathroom.
Continuing stroking, I waited for her to resume with just some unintelligible background noise through my earphones to occupy me. A few minutes ticked by as I grew impatient; I couldn’t even message her to get an ETA. Finally, I heard Chloe’s voice as she walked slightly back into the far left of the frame, her stomach, arse and thighs the only things visible. Moments later, Luke walked into frame as Chloe grabbed his arm and sat him on the bed. She stood in front of him and slightly to the left, her back to the camera. He was shirtless and wearing shorts, not uncommon attire for him to be watching TV in the shared living area.
“Do you think he’d prefer these?” She said, while spinning around, “or…” she said, walking off screen towards her drawers before reappearing holding a pink lingerie set, “these?” She asked, holding the bra and knickers against herself in position.
Luke looked unsure and fairly uncomfortable, “Errr…” was all he could muster, looking her up and down before Chloe interrupted.
“Wait, this isn’t a fair comparison,” she said, placing the pink set on the bed next to him and taking his hand, guiding it towards her crotch as she used her other hand to pull the material slightly away from her pussy. She stood sideways to ensure I could see exactly what she was doing, “feel the lace on this one.” Luke followed her command. I can’t even imagine how wet those must have felt. I know Luke must have had a sneaky feel of her pussy with the back of his fingers.
My cock was throbbing watching the show she was putting on.
Chloe turned to face the camera and unclasped the bra, slipping it off her shoulders, before bending over and sliding her knickers to just below her knees with a purposeful, slow motion. She bent slowly, deliberately. Her bare pussy glistened just inches from Luke’s face. And that smile – smug, knowing – wasn’t for him. It was for me. It was almost as if she were staring into my soul and could see me stroking. It felt as if the knickers hung by her knees for eternity, long enough for me to analyse Luke’s reaction and, although it may have been my imagination, his shorts looked understandably tighter. Finally, they dropped to the floor as Chloe started to turn around.
Mine and Luke’s perspectives swapped with every turn. I got a view of her arse; he got a very up-close view of her tits. She reached across him and began scooping up her other lingerie set after a minute of slow, deliberate fumbling and adjusting. She did another twirl, “Now feel the lace of these,” she said, standing sideways to give me a clear view. However, this time Chloe didn’t pull the material; she stood there… waiting.
His hand reached towards her. He did what he was asked, but he ran his fingers along the front of her knickers. Chloe was glancing towards the camera with a sly smirk on her face.
“It’s pretty similar,” Luke said before pulling his hand away.
He was -incredibly- not picking up on the most obvious invitation I’ve ever seen.
Chloe was visibly frustrated. “They’re not similar, feel them again,” she ordered.
He reached forward and touched them again.
“Feel the lace lower,” Chloe said, as his hand began creeping towards the gusset, vanishing from view behind Chloe’s right leg.
I watched her face intently as she placed her hand on his shoulder, the pleasure building on her face as his hand moved between her legs. She stood on her tiptoes as she used Luke to stabilise herself. Luke was so focused on Chloe’s crotch, it seemed like he was oblivious to the fact that Chloe was getting off to his ‘feeling’. That obliviousness was short-lived as Chloe moaned and stumbled slightly, before letting out what seemed to be an embarrassed laugh – only I know she wasn’t embarrassed.
The mood shifted; it felt like a fraction of a second passed before Chloe had her knickers down, switching places with Luke on the bed and having him shove two fingers into her aggressively. The squelch of her wetness emphasised how rapidly he was fingering her. She reached into his shorts and began returning the favour, prompting him to remove them and his boxers before sitting next to her. I found myself watching Chloe’s hand sliding up and down his shaft, making his balls bounce and swing with every pass. So much so that I missed them beginning to kiss, I didn’t see who initiated, but it was an intense kiss that lasted about 10 seconds before Chloe stood up and walked off camera. Luke maintained his erection while watching her.
I knew what was coming.
“Put it on,” she said, throwing a condom to him and walking towards the camera. For a second, I thought she was going to end the call, but she stood there with just her stomach and crotch visible. I could tell she was tying up her hair from her movements.
“It’s on,” I heard from Luke.
Without saying anything, she leaned forward and looked directly into the camera while resting her head onto her arms crossed on the table. Her back was arched so I could see the shape of her arse just above her head. Her eyes remained locked on the lens as she muttered, “I’m so wet.”
I watched Luke stand from the bed and approach from behind, getting into position. One hand gripped Chloe’s hip, the other, I presumed, was lining his cock up. Chloe’s gaze never strayed, and mine was now locked into hers, waiting for any expression. Her eyes squinted and her mouth slowly fell open as Luke gripped both of her hips before she jolted forward, releasing a high-pitched squeak as the slapping sounds of their bodies meeting settled into a rhythm, only disturbed by Chloe’s groans.
“Harder,” she ordered, which Luke obliged immediately.
I watched her eyes lose focus as her body rippled from the force; there was a vacancy as they almost rolled back into her head. She lifted herself, raising slightly off the table. I couldn’t see her face anymore, but her tits were directly in view and were doing a brief, violent swing with every thrust before snapping back to her petite, firm frame. That was until Luke’s hand reached and tightly squeezed one; his thrusting quickened, prompting a loud and lengthy moan of encouragement from Chloe.
Despite trying to edge myself, I was accidentally pushed past the point of no return and finished too early.
The moan persisted as his rapid pace plateaued before dropping into a slow, hard few thrusts. Chloe lowered her head back to the table, her eyes closed tightly and gasping at every thrust. Luke pushed into her one final time, remaining inside of her and tightly gripping her hips. Luke’s relieved grunt was audible as he emptied his seed into Chloe, thankfully collected by the condom, as she let out a slight giggle. She immediately turned around, her arse and back taking up most of the frame as she fiddled in front of her.
“I’ll bin it, thanks for the help,” she said as Luke collected his clothes. I saw him walk towards the door, now wearing his boxers. “Close the door for me,” Chloe said, her back still to the camera as she waited for his exit.
She finally turned around, holding the condom in her hand and picked up the phone, flipping to the front-facing camera.
“Oh good, you stayed,” she said enthusiastically, before lying on her bed. She held the condom next to her face, “Look what I have,” she said, “Wow, he cum a lot.”
“How was it?” I asked.
“Fun, I didn’t finish though,” she said, doing an exaggerated frown.
“I can help with that later,” I reassured her, “but I need to get back to work.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, pointing the camera to her tits.
“I’ll see you later, love y-“ I said, before stopping as I watched her tits. It wasn’t the sight of the tits that stopped me; it was the creamy substance dripping onto them and sliding along her skin. I was processing what I was seeing as her hand came back into frame and began rubbing it, scooping it up and rubbing it around her nipples, “that’s his…-“
“Cum, yeah.” Chloe interrupted. “Thought you had to go?”
I had no answer.
There was a large puddle of cum resting between her tits, which she scooped up before lowering the camera to her pussy. She let it drip from her fingers, aiming at her clit as it cascaded down before beginning to masturbate. Initially rubbing her clit in circular motions, it glistened as the cum and her wetness allowed her fingers to glide effortlessly. She began quickly shoving fingers into herself, the cum entering her via her fingers felt intimate, even without Luke there.
I was struggling for words, I felt my cock hardening again. That was until Chloe brought the phone back up to her face and seemed to be reading something.
“I’m going to go babe. I need to shower, and Jamie just snapped me. Love you,” she said, ending the call before I even had a chance to reply.
I sat there, still in the toilet stall, my phone in hand and the call ended. My trousers were barely zipped, and my mind was a storm of emotion—lust, jealousy, confusion. Chloe had just ended the call like it was routine, like what I had witnessed wasn’t earth-shaking. My heart pounded, not just from the arousal, but from the raw, disorienting sense of being part of something I no longer fully controlled.
The rest of the workday dragged, I messaged her a few times with no reply. I wasn’t productive and even zoned out in the team meeting, my thoughts consumed by the sight of her soaked in Luke’s cum, her casual mention of Jamie like it was just the next name on a list.
The control I felt I had of the situation was starting to feel like an illusion. I didn’t doubt she’d stop if I asked her… Actually, that’s a lie; I did doubt it. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to stop it.
When I finally got home that evening, Chloe was already in the kitchen, freshly showered, wearing an oversized hoodie that barely reached her thighs. She smiled as I entered, walking up to me and planting a soft kiss on my lips like everything was normal.
“Hey, babe,” she said casually. “How was work?”
I looked at her, studying her face. There was no trace of guilt, no tension – just that same confident calm she always wore. I wanted to confront her. I wanted to ask if this was still our fantasy, or if I was becoming a witness to hers. But instead, I heard myself say:
“Fine. Busy. You?”
She gave a slight shrug. “Pretty quiet after earlier… I’m honestly still horny.”
That sentence stirred something primal in me again. As frustrated as I felt, I also couldn’t shake how turned on I was. She knew it too.
I questioned why she was still wet when she told me she had to go shower a few hours before.
“Oh, I got distracted earlier. I only got out about 15 minutes ago,” she said
“Jamie messaged me again while I was showering,” she added, turning away to grab a glass of water. “He said he’d love to come see me, or for me to see him… I haven’t replied yet.”
I hesitated. “Do you want to?”
She turned back to face me, leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest, lifting the hoodie slightly and revealing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “I don’t know. I mean… would it bother you if I did?”
My throat was dry. “No,” I lied.
She smiled – one of those knowing, dangerous smiles. “Okay. I might. But only if you’re really okay with it. Maybe I’ll let him think I’m just playing with him for now. Let him get all worked up again.”
I stepped closer to her, finally putting my hands on her hips. “But you’re mine,” I said, half-question, half-claim.
She leaned up to kiss me again, slower this time. “…But that doesn’t mean I can’t let other people want me.”
Her words echoed in my head as she led me to the bedroom, pulling the hoodie off and tossing it aside as she climbed onto the bed, ass up, looking back at me.
But even as I slid into her, watching her back arch and hearing her moan my name, the image of her rubbing Luke’s cum into her skin, the way she dropped me when Jamie snapped her, and the hint of excitement in her voice—it all stayed with me.
As we lay in bed afterwards, I felt I needed to clarify something.
“Why didn’t you reply earlier?” I asked, sheepishly, sort of afraid of the answer.
“I didn’t mean to ignore you… I just got caught up talking to Jamie and then I showered.” She said.
“What did you talk about?” I pushed.
“Politics and the weather,” she said sarcastically, “we sexted for a while, and he sent me lots of pictures.”
“Did you send pictures?” I asked.
“Yep. Is that a problem?” She replied. I could sense her becoming slightly defensive.
“No, I just want to know,” I said.
Her tone softened a bit, maybe realising she had snapped slightly, “Okay, we video called for a while too.”
I didn’t even need to ask what happened on the call.
There was a period of silence with just her TV on.
Chloe finally broke the silence, “You know I’m on Christmas break in a few weeks? Well, I was thinking we could both go back to see my mum and dad?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, “It’d be nice to meet them.”
“We could meet up with Jamie too? Maybe have drinks so you can get to know each other?” she questioned, still looking at the TV.
…
“Yeah, I guess.” I sighed.
Chloe hadn’t messaged Jamie back yet, and she didn’t for the rest of the night. I wouldn’t say the mood was awkward, but there was an unease. Maybe it was just a reflection of my own feelings; I think I felt a vulnerability and a bit of fear. Jamie didn’t get mentioned again that night, nor Luke, who was in the next bedroom, probably still fantasising about what had happened earlier.
Christmas break was looming for Chloe, and she clearly had her heart set on one thing; she wasn’t going to appreciate me ruining it.