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When I was 18 and about to go to university (college for you Americans) I somehow ended up with one of the hottest girls in my local area. She was the same age as me and was beautiful. Slim, around 5’6, great ass, perky tits, and loved to dress to show it off (probably a hint retrospectively!). Needless to say, she used to get a lot of attention from guys we knew and guys she would meet when she went out to bars etc. Obviously I felt lucky at the time, and we had a great relationship where we could really engage with each other.
Sexually we were very compatible. I was in good shape, had a lot of stamina, and am fairly well hung. The first time we had sex though I got nervous and couldn’t get hard. This was only a one time thing though, and things were good after.
A few months later though I went to university a few hours away. I’d still go back most weekends, we’d speak every day, and we generally had it good! My gf and her girlfriends started to get into partying around this time, going out until 02:00-03:00 every weekend, even when I was back. This was fine, and we kept a good level of communication throughout. Over time though she started to get less responsive. She’s go out, and I’d only hear from her when she went out and got back. I also started to hear from some of my friends back home that she was spending a lot of time when she was out chatting with other guys. I’m not very insecure so this didn’t bother me, and I didn’t bring it up.
Over time this stated to ramp up though. I’d come back for the weekend and stay at hers with her (her parents were often away), she’d go out with her girlfriends until very late, and I’d only hear when she was on the way back. She also started dressing in much more revealing ways. Very short skirts, tight dresses with no bra, and she got both of her nipples pierced and most of her intimate hair lasered. She loved getting me to help her choose her outfits, and predictably I felt good doing it because I had such a hot gf who was confident and having fun.
The lack of communication did start to cause friction though. We’d argue, make up, and she’d go out and do it again. Her chatting with other guys became overt flirting around this time though, but nothing more. I thought things would work out fine.
Of course things progressed though. She started getting dropped off by guys she’d met while out. They’d drive her home while I was in waiting for her. I remember I would be so angry about this. But, then when they had driven her home they would always park at the bottom of the street and 30-40 minutes would go by before she would come in. For this full time I would seethe. Out of nowhere though my mind jumped to what she could actually be up to in their car. I’d start to get hard thinking about it, even though I was angry about it. She’d eventually come in and claim nothing happened, and we’d go to sleep.
This started to happen every weekend. Sometimes I was there waiting, sometimes I was still at university. But every time I’d have the same mixed feelings of anger and horniness about what she was doing. What drove me the craziest though was that she began to be much more sexual. She used to enjoy being fucked, but as she started to do this she started to really need it and wanted to try everything. I’ll never forget the time after she’d been out the night before when she asked me to rim her and held my face into her ass while she moaned. Or how she began to love me going down on her so much. I tried not to let on, and kidded myself a bit, but I started to love how slutty she was becoming.
Eventually it started to be the same guy dropping her off when she’d been out. He was older (we were both 19 then, he was in his mid-20s), had a job, and was very cocky. One time on one of my rare nights out with my gf we bumped into him, and they hugged in front of me and his hands went straight from her waist to her ass, and she did nothing about it. I felt my cock twitch as they did this, and the feeling of humiliation with her doing this in front of me and her girlfriends was so intense. Every time after this when he would drop her back after a night out I’d sit there while they were in the car down the street rock solid. But still, we never said anything about it.
Things reached a climax when she finally asked for a threesome. Like I said, she’d generally been becoming more sexual over these months, so it wasn’t a wildly unexpected ask. We chatted about MFF and how she would enjoy that and as she saw I was into it she started stroking me. She then told me that what she wanted first though was to try MMF. And of course when I asked who with she said the guy who had been dropping her off. I tried to protest and was conflicted internally, but I gave in to my curiosity and fantasies around this.
We didn’t discuss this more after this, and I thought it had just been a fantasy on her end, until a few weeks after when she was dropped off by the guy again. My gf came in and I quickly tried to lose my hardness. She didn’t seem to notice, but was obviously a bit drunk, and climbed into my lap. That’s when she looked me dead in the eye and said that I’d promised her a threesome and that she wanted it to be tonight. I was so nervous and totally lost any stiffness remaining, but my mind was on fire and I hesitantly said yes. She was so excited. She went straight out to get the guy, and they came in together. She sat us all down on the sofa and said she needed to go shower because she’d been sweaty out clubbing. She left me and the guy there, and he got a few drinks out which we shared and had the most trivial small talk. Maybe 15 minutes later my gf came back in. She’d obviously showered, but had them put her going out clothes back on. She came straight over to me and sat on my lap and kissed me passionately. She then got down on her knees in front of where I was on the sofa and pulled my cock straight out. I was surprised and nervous and it took me a while for her to get me hard. I looked over at the guy sitting next to me on the sofa and his eyes were just fixed on her. Once I was fully hard she stopped sucking me, and moved over to where he was sat. She undid his pants, and I could see his cock pressing against his underwear. She kissed its outline and then pulled it out. He was probably just a bit longer than me, must’ve been 7.5”s, and was thick. She slapped it on her face and licked it from its base to the tip, before starting to slowly suck him. I could hear them both moaning while she sucked him and I started to stroke myself. She then climbed onto the sofa between us kneeling to suck him and presenting her ass straight to me. I could see her thong under her short skirt and moved it to the side so I could play with her clit. She started to moan more and more as I did this, and I was stroking myself hard. The guy then grabbed her face, made her look up at him, and spat on her face. I was shocked seeing it, but she seemed so hungry for it she stuck her tongue out and let him do it again. That’s when they started to speak to each other. ‘You’re such a slut aren’t you’ – ‘mmhmm’ – spit. It was almost like I wasn’t there at this point. I stopped rubbing her clit, and I’d stopped stroking myself. He asked her ‘Are you ready to take my big cock in your tight slutty pussy again?’. Hearing the ‘again’ made my heart race. But she just stood up, laid her panties down, and climbed onto him without even looking at me. I knew her pussy was wet from playing with her, but I couldn’t believe how easily she slid down onto him and how her whole body shuddered. Something about seeing how she didn’t even bother to fully undress and just needed to fuck him on his command was magical. She started riding him right next to me, moaning and agreeing with everything nasty thing he said about her. This was too much for me, I started to get angry again and stormed out and went upstairs. But they didn’t stop. And I started to get hard again. I could sort of hear them and I stroked myself until I absolutely exploded. I cleaned myself up and went to bed.
I slept through the night, they stayed downstairs, and in the morning he left without much talk. I felt so ashamed and humiliated, but so turned on by what had happened. I knew that it had crossed a line for me. She wasn’t going to stop with the guy or with others, and I knew that my friends were going to start talking about it and I was embarrassed and scared. I broke it off shortly after, which was painful for us both.
She kept on being very sexually free, and I’d sometimes see pictures of her and need to cum thinking about what had happened. But we haven’t spoken since.
I’m not happy with how everything turned out, but I’m happy with knowing that it’s probably a lifelong kink for me now, provided it is done right and there is mutual respect and communication. Me and my current gf have now been together for a good few years, and are fully confident with each other and trusting. I’m hoping to introduce my kink to her soon after we’ve teased about similar things.
Sharing the story here to help me get to grips with it and see if others have had similar experiences or thoughts on it.
I haven’t proofread this so please be forgiving of non-ideal sentences or grammar!
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