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When Kate got home, she was so turned on that the bedroom air charged up instantly with that energy clinging to her body. I lay in bed watching her, eyes tracing her from head to toe, and in her gaze was that lustful look that pierced me, mixed with a touch of regret that almost hurt to see. Just hours earlier, Alan had been fucking her hard, driving his cock so deep and rough that her pussy had gotten so slick everything slid easily, no resistance, as if her body had been made for it in that moment.
She walked slowly toward me, set her keys on the nightstand with a soft clink that broke the silence, then started peeling off her clothes bit by bit, letting me see every curve, every inch of her toned body that tonight seemed to glow differently. I fixated on her ass perfect, round and the way she swayed it in slow, deliberate motions that drove me insane, made me clutch the sheets to keep from touching myself yet. She crawled onto the bed, hair tousled, wild, damp from rain and the sweat of what had happened, a clear sign she’d been taken hard that night without me there. From the side of her neck I spotted the hickey, red and fresh Alan had marked his territory while I waited here, holding back from jerking off until she returned.
When she got close enough, I could smell her. She didn’t smell like when she’d lefther familiar soft perfume; now she carried a different scent, masculine, intense, Alan’s cologne mixed with her skin, her sweat, something I could never produce but he could, and Kate had brought it straight into our bed. That smell filled the room, mingled with the air, and I knew it would linger all night, even while we slept, reminding me with every breath what had happened.
“Baby…” she whispered when she saw me, voice shy, a little hoarse. “Sorry for getting back so late, I really didn’t mean to. I didn’t expect everything to get so out of control.”
“Out of control?” I thought, eyes widening more than she expected. My heart pounded hard, a mix of regret and something darker. Before she could keep talking, I lunged at her, hugged her with all my strength, buried my face right in her neck where Alan’s scent was strongest. I humiliated myself doing it, inhaling deep that foreign mark, and still my cock went instantly hard, pressing against her thigh. She felt it, let out a long sigh, and pulled me tighter against her body, as if she wanted me to feel everything.
“Everything okay?” I asked, though the question was ridiculous. Everything was broken and perfect at once.
Kate nodded against my shoulder. Her hands slid slowly up my back, caressing me in a way that made me shiver, turned me on so much she noticed and deliberately made it more intense. You could tell she was still processing, still carrying everything she’d experienced.
“It was… a lot,” she said softly. “Pretty intense. I want to tell you, but first come with me…”
She took my hand, sat me on the edge of the bed with the lights off, only the street’s dim glow coming through the window. She looked me up and down again, drawing out the moment, as if she enjoyed making me wait, making me feel that regret that maybe turned her on more than anything she’d done with another man without me. Her breasts tightened, nipples hardening, visible even in the low light.
“We kissed,” she began, looking me straight in the eyes with that playful confidence she hadn’t had before. “At the restaurant, leaving. Outside too, though the rain made it awkward. Everything was very intense, very passionate.”
She stood, made me walk slowly around the bedroom, then suddenly pushed me against the wall and kissed me like she never had before. This new Kate was different; sex had stopped being gentle and turned rough not rough because of me, but because she now had absolute control. She deepened the kisses as if she wanted to devour me right there.
“He told me I’m gorgeous,” she went on, “that he’s wanted me since the first time he saw me.”
Every word was a punch of jealousy and arousal that made my cock throb painfully. I gently grabbed her hair, caressed her, brought my face close to her neck to examine the hickey Alan had left.
“He did this?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
“Yes. He sucked there… and other places. You have no idea how much we enjoyed it, no idea how much I let myself go with Alan and how dominant he is with me, Matteo. You have no clue what we’re getting into.”
I knelt in front of her and saw her black thong completely soaked, clinging to her skin. I slid it down slowly to the floor and immediately hit that unmistakable scent of her pussy one I’d know anywhere but now stronger, more intense, swollen, red, glistening with fluids. It smelled of prolonged arousal, hours of desire. I discreetly brought my face closer and inhaled hard, taking in that musky aroma full of everything Alan had caused. Everything grew more intense by the second; I couldn’t stop, felt that if I did I’d miss the only chance to fully live this experience for the first time.
Kate looked down at me with a small, defiant smile, eyes locked on mine. She wasn’t the same Kate anymore; I felt like I was losing her and the jealousy burned alongside the regret.
“Do you want to really smell it? Do you want proof that another man got me this horny?”
I nodded wordlessly, waiting for her to dominate me more, for this madness to drag us both under. I picked up the thong from the floor, held it to my nose and breathed deep again, drawing that wet, foreign prize all the way into my mind. It smelled of her, her wetness, her desire that was no longer only mine. I lost myself for a moment imagining what had happened with Alan while that same scent flooded my senses.
Kate pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. She stared intensely, hands on my chest, leaned in to kiss me, and with her other hand took my cock and guided it slowly into her pussy.
“Aaaaahhhhh fuck, this is what I needed after trying another man who isn’t you,” she said, staring right at me.
She was so slick that my cock slid in easily; inside she felt hot, too hot, and looser than usual, as if she’d been opened up for hours for him.
“Alan kisses me better than you,” Kate whispered, moaning softly as she started moving in slow circles on top of me, squeezing me with her heat. “He definitely grabs me harder, with those bigger hands he has.”
She leaned close to my ear, her hot breath against my skin, and in a voice thick with sex she confessed clearly,
“Alan wants to fuck me, Matteo… he wants to put it in me really deep, to places you’ve never reached, while I think about you.”
I groaned loud, arching my back without being able to help it. The image burned inside me, it hurt and turned me on at the same time, like it was breaking me and rebuilding me in the same instant.
“Did he touch you inside here?” I asked, thrusting up with my hips, trying to fuck her myself, take some control.
“Almost,” she said, voice trembling with excitement as she sped up the rhythm, as if she wanted to make me come fast. “Actually, Matteo, Alan fingered my pussy in the car on the way to his apartment. Do you know how many? Two. Two thick fingers right where your cock is now. They moved in a way yours isn’t even moving right now. He made me moan so loud I had to cover my mouth with my hand, so much that my pussy was dripping all over the seat. And all that while he whispered in my ear that my pussy is perfect for him, that he’d never felt one so good.”
She went quiet for a second, staring at me, and I knew she could see the jealousy burning on my face, but also the regret starting to show. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, she put a finger to my lips— shhh, quiet—and smiled at me with that mischievous, almost wicked face. She was going wild, uninhibited, grinding harder on my lap, as if my jealousy turned her on even more.
Her words were sweet poison that poisoned me and made me want more. I felt real, raw jealousy, with a stab of inferiority I’d never felt so strongly. I pictured Alan taller, stronger, more confident, touching my girlfriend, making her his, claiming territory while she enjoyed it so much. And yet the arousal was bigger than the pain; instead of scaring me, thinking about it made me harder. While Kate moved on top of me, all I could do was imagine my cock was his. But there was no comparison, and that killed me.
“Did you come with him?” I asked timidly, almost ashamed from below.
“No… I was close,” she confessed, voice breaking. “He rubbed my clit so well I was turning into his slut right there in his bed. But I stopped because I was sucking him off so good I just wanted him to come in my mouth. Plus I thought about you, you know… while I was blowing him I told myself I’d save the orgasm for you, to tell you everything while you fuck me, just like we’re doing now.”
Suddenly Kate started grinding her ass faster, harder, and I watched her tits bounce above me, perfect, sweaty.
“Reclaim me, Matteo… God, reclaim me,” she moaned as she rode fast. “I want your cock to make me feel like I’m yours, that I’ll never be Alan’s. That’s what I want, please… reclaim me.”
Fluids poured from her pussy, making everything slipperier, dirtier. I spanked her hard, trying to be dominant, imagining that’s how Alan did it, how you really dominate a situation like this.
“Yes, harder, Matteo,” she moaned loud, hoping the neighbors wouldn’t hear.
I gripped her hips hard, watching her sink down on me again and again, losing myself in that mix of love, jealousy, and desire consuming us both.
“He told me next time he won’t stop,” Kate went on, panting between thrusts, voice broken by pleasure. “He wants to come in my mouth, wants me to suck him so good before he really starts fucking me.”
“God, Kate, don’t say any more… I’m gonna come,” I begged, feeling I couldn’t hold back.
“Nooo, keep going, just like that… I want you to come, I want you to unload all the cum you have inside me,” she said, staring at me, grinding her hips harder, faster. “Maybe it’s the last time… aaaahhhhh, come, Matteo, come inside your woman who sucked another man’s cock while you weren’t there.”
I couldn’t hold it. I came inside her with a long shout, shaking all over, and she came at the same time, both of us together, like we were synced in this madness. I felt myself shooting jet after jet, harder than ever, filling her while her pussy clenched around me. It was completely insane, getting to feel this with my own girlfriend, knowing the main excitement for both of us had been Alan. Something in me knew this was a one-way trip, no turning back.
Kate collapsed on top of me, completely satisfied, panting near my ear, and that hot breath still turned me on even after coming. We were both sweaty, sticky, glued to each other in our own bed, after coming while thinking about another man.
She started stroking my hair tenderly, as if she wanted to calm me, as if she feared all this madness had hurt me or, worse, destroyed what we had.
“You okay, baby?” she asked softly, voice gentle now.
I nodded, but my head was spinning. The mark on her neck was still there, the soaked thong on the floor, her words echoing so real in my mind. I felt something new, an extreme arousal that wouldn’t fade, but also an insecurity that hurt in my chest. What if she really preferred that? What if Alan made her feel things I never could?
After a while in silence, holding each other, I dared to ask,
“Was there… anything more? More than fingers and kisses?”
Kate hesitated a second. I noticed it clearly her eyes dropped for an instant, her breath caught. But she shook her head, smiling softly.
“No, Matteo. Just that. But it was… a lot. It left me right on the edge.”
I hugged her tighter, burying my face in her neck, still smelling the trace of Alan on her skin. Part of me knew she was hiding something not an outright lie, but an omission and in a twisted way, that turned me on even more.
We fell asleep like that, pressed against each other, without another word, as if silence was the only way to process the madness we’d just lived through. I knew this was pulling us deeper, to a place we might never come back from, but in that moment I just wanted to feel her body against mine and let sleep swallow us.
The next morning I woke groggy, morning light slipping through the blinds. Kate was beside me, waking just as slowly, one arm draped over my chest like she wanted to protect me from something we both knew we couldn’t stop anymore. Her hair was completely tousled, falling over her face, and the bedroom smelled unmistakably of raw, unrestrained sex sweat, pure desire from the night before, something we’d never created on our own.
“I want more next time,” I said suddenly, staring straight into her eyes. “Real proof. Photos, videos… or I don’t know, maybe even me being there.”
Kate raised an eyebrow, still half-asleep, and a slow smile spread across her face.
“You want to watch, baby? You want to see me with him live, while you’re a cuckold?”
The word hit me right in the gut, burned me, and still I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” she repeated, smile widening. “Okay, but this time there will be rules.”
She leaned in, kissed my cheek softly, and hugged me again, pulling me tight against her.
“Tell me the rules,” I asked, voice rough.
“Then next time we invite him here. Alan comes to the apartment. You stay outside the room, watching through the cracked door or on the phone camera. But you don’t interrupt. You just watch him touch me, kiss me, make me moan for real.”
The idea terrified me and made me instantly hard, like an electric shock. I nodded without thinking twice.
“Okay. But photos before. During. Everything.”
Kate picked up her phone from the nightstand, unlocked it, and opened the chat with Alan right in front of me. There were new messages she hadn’t shown me last night.
“Last night was incredible, Kate. Your mouth… fuck. I want to do it again soon. Everything this time.”
My stomach churned, a mix of jealousy and heat rising in my chest, but my cock stirred again, betraying me.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this last night?” I asked, voice low.
She looked at me, eyes bright, almost playful.
“Because I wanted to pace it out. So it hurts good. Does it turn you on knowing there are still things I haven’t told you?”
I nodded, breathing harder. She started touching me over my pants, slowly, while typing her reply to Alan with her other hand.
“Soon. My boyfriend wants to watch next time. You in?”
She hit send and set the phone aside, turning fully toward me with that look that wasn’t just my girlfriend’s anymore, but someone who’d just discovered a new kind of power and was enjoying it way too much.
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