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TLDR: my (ex) gf [f21 at the time] cheated on me without condom in a shared hostel dorm while I pretended to sleep and touched myself. [cheating] [long] [public] [hidden]
I met this girl (21 at the time) on a trip in NZ. We were both travelling solo and met working at a bar.
One night after a work party, we had sex. It was one of my best experiences so far. I caught feelings and we rented a car to tour the country. We couldn’t afford a van so we would sleep in shared dorms in hostels.
During down season, the hostels were usually almost empty so we would often get the room to ourselves and could fuck pretty regularly. She had a high sex drive and I was loving it. After a few months we were back in the bigger cities for the summer. We both needed some money and it was hard finding work so we still had to live in dorms.
The problem was that now they were jam packed. Finished was sharing beds at night… Which meant we were both getting more and more sexually frustrated…
After about a month, my gf started asking me for sex more insistently in some pretty risky spots. Back then I was shy and brushed it off. The idea of fucking in shared showers, with the risk of getting caught, seemed insane to me. We didn’t even have the car anymore, in my mind we just needed to wait a bit. But I could tell she was getting very impatient.
One evening there was a nice looking, tall, german tourist who showed up. My girlfriend, was from there too, and they connected instantly. Speaking in their mother tongue made me feel like a third wheel.
As hours passed, I was getting flustered. I could feel something was off. Even if I didn’t understand what they said, I felt a knot in my stomach seeing how my gf looked at that guy. I played pool with some other dudes, we went to buy beer, we played poker… the whole time she was basically glued to him.
I didn’t want to be a an ass. it wasn’t every day she could interact with someone from back home. As I started feeling more and more uncomfortable I started drinking more. I asked my gf twice if she wanted to come to bed, and she kept sending me away, telling me she wasn’t tired. She kept laughing at his jokes, drinking too.
Around 1 am, I was done, asked my girlfriend one last time if she wanted to come to sleep. But she said she would stay up longer since the german guy would be gone the next day. So I went to bed in the 10 person shared dorm with individual stacked beds. I was on top bunk. I couldn’t sleep. I was waiting for her to come. For some reason I kept imagining scenarios that really hurt. I imagined her kissing and blowing that stranger in the shower, in a car, on the couch. I could sometimes hear her laugh.
After about 40 minutes that felt like years, she finally came back. I felt a huge sense of relief. She tried to talk to me but I was mad and pretended to sleep. So she removed her pants and lied down in the bed below mine.
A few minutes later, the german came to bed too. My girlfriend saw him walk in and they both giggled together. His bed was across the room with no one sleeping above him. I still couldn’t sleep. I could see light and hear her texting.
At around 2am, the dorm was quiet. Every one seemed asleep. I was slowly dozing off, when my girlfriend got up. I closed my eyes. I could feel her looking at me. I figured she felt bad and wanted to talk but I was still mad. I waited for her to go back to bed, but she didn’t. Instead she sneaked over to the german guy’s bed. As silently as possible.
I was shocked. I couldn’t see exactly what was happening in the darkness but he let her into his bed. I could hear them whisper. She lied down under his blanket with her ass to him.
All the relief I had felt washed away. The knot in my stomach was now emptiness. I couldn’t move. I felt betrayed and yet couldn’t get up and confront them.
They were not talking anymore. All I could hear was the noise of the sheets as they were moving and he was caressing her body under his blanket. My heart was pounding.
Soon I heard my girlfriend let out a long muffled sigh. Then her breathing started to get into a rhythm. At that point I knew for sure they were fucking. They were trying to be as quiet as possible but you can never entirely be… when someone in the room would move slightly, they would stop for some time. And then the rustling of their blanket and their muffled breaths would resume.
I was feeling a sharp pain in my chest but at the same time I was hard. Almost without realizing I couldn’t help but stroke the tip of my cock through my boxers. I too was trying to move as little as possible.
My girlfriend’s breaths were getting shorter and shorter but more frequent. I could tell they were picking up the pace. Their bed was now creaking but they were now too into it to care and did not even slow down. After 10 minutes or so my girlfriend let out a little cry which he cut short by putting his hand over her mouth. I could tell that she was cumming and that sent me over the edge. My underwear was now drenched in cum. And yet the other guy kept going.
Knowing she had already orgasmed made him even bolder. I could see him holding her in a chokehold as he was spooning her and he was now thrusting slower but harder. He was whispering things to her. They really had no shame.
Shortly after he let out some grunts and I knew it was over. I was shocked that she let him finish inside of her. She usually made me wear a condom and there was no way that they could have used one now. Thankfully, no one in the room woke up. I don’t know how I would have lived with the shame.
My girlfriend stayed there for a couple minutes, collecting herself. And then came back to her bed. She was panting.
I couldn’t sleep all night. The next day they both pretended like nothing happened. My girlfriend gave him a hug that lasted a bit too long when he left and we never saw that guy ever again.
We ended up breaking up a few months later for other reasons, but I still sometimes think about how brazen she was that night.
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