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Carissa didn’t sneak through the door so much as come through it slowly, like she was afraid to enter our apartment. As soon as she looked up and made eye contact with me, the tears started flowing. Not quite crying yet, it was like someone turned on a faucet. Obviously I was worried for her, but I was also entirely confused. It only took a moment for her to speak, “I’m so sorry!!” That’s when the crying really started. She started talking but between the crying and the speed that she was trying to get it out, I couldn’t understand anything she was saying.
“Stop, stop, just slow down, I can’t understand you. Take a breath, OK?” Carissa breathed and gathered herself, “I CHEATED on you!” And with that, the waterworks started again, she wasn’t even trying to say anything, just sobbing uncontrollably. Not that I would’ve been able to hear her anyway, the bomb she dropped made my ears ring, took my breath away. After a few moments, it was my turn to catch my breath, “How did it happen?” I wasn’t angry, well I guess I wasn’t NOT angry, but for some reason I needed to know what happened, what she’d done, what he’d done.
It spilled out of her, almost like it would be better if she said it faster. A few teams from her department had been having drinks to celebrate a client project they’d just finished. Sam, a newer member from another team, started flirting with her, it felt wrong but it felt nice to be desired. She thought it was just harmless flirting until it wasn’t. He smelled nice, his body felt good pressed against her as the evening went on. “I don’t know what got into me, I’ve just been so…horny lately and I know you’ve been under a lot of stress…”
Carissa was being kind, probably smart under the circumstances. I had been stressed lately, but mostly I’d been using that as an excuse when I couldn’t get it up. I wanted to fuck my girlfriend, my dick just wouldn’t cooperate. “I don’t know why I went with him…and…he had…sex with me.” She sobbed more, I needed more though, “Where?” She looked at me confused, “In my…vagina?” I rolled my eyes, “Obviously, where did he fuck you?” She looked down, “In the bathroom.” “How did he fuck you?” Carissa practically whispered, “He pushed my skirt up.” I could feel myself getting hard but I ignored it, “Then what.” “I…He pulled my panties to the side.”
I pushed her down onto the couch, on her knees, her arms on the back as I pushed her skirt up. She looked back at me when she heard my belt coming undone, “Are you getting hard?” Her voice was a mix of confusion, hope, and relief. I didn’t answer, I just pulled out my stiff dick as I pulled her panties to the side. Carissa arched her back, “It’s yours, take it, stick it in me!” I plunged my dick into her soaking wet pussy and grabbed her hips. I began pumping into her wildly as she moaned. She moaned a little too loud though, a little too enthusiastic. I knew she faked a lot of orgasms with me to make me feel better, but this was too much, too obvious.
I spotted the hand prints on her ass, “Did he slap your ass?” There was a slight delay before she responded, “Huh? Oh, uh, I think so?” She’d barely finished her sentence when my hand came down on her ass cheek, adding my own handprint. “Oh yeah! Spank my ass! Fuck me with your big hard cock! This is what I needed, give me your big cock!” It was too over the top but somehow the fact that she was faking it so obviously only turned me on more. My dick isn’t big, and truth be told I wasn’t that hard, but that didn’t stop her from squealing and moaning like an actress in a bad porno. “Yeah, oh yeah, so good! Fuck your pussy!” The irony of her having just confessed to fucking someone else within the last few hours wasn’t lost on me, but it did make me cum almost immediately.
We didn’t really talk about it that night, although she did lay with me after I came, telling me how much she loved me and my “big cock.” We talked about it a lot over the next few weeks though, but only when we had sex. It was the only way I could get hard – well hard enough to stick it in anyway – hearing about him fucking her. She gave me more details, like how he’d bent her over the sink and she felt shame as she watched herself in the mirror, how he finished in the sink. Eventually she admitted that he didn’t cum in the sink, he came in her, but of course she said she didn’t know he was about to cum.
Carissa admitted he pulled her blouse open and got her tits out before he fucked her. That night as she walked to the shower, I grabbed her and pulled her tits out of her blouse before I bent her over our bathroom sink and fucked her from behind. “You like being fucked like a cheap whore in a dirty bar bathroom?!” Her eyes flew open and she looked at me through the mirror. She groaned, her eyes fluttered, “Do you like that? You like using me like a slut in the bathroom?” She was pushing her hips back into me, I could see the genuine excitement in her eyes. She looked back to the mirror, watching her tits swinging as I pounded into her from behind, “Yeah! Fuck me like a slut! Fuck my slutty pussy!!” Her eyes closed, she was picturing something in her head, a few strokes later she came, hard, for real this time. I blew my load instantly.
A few weeks later I still couldn’t shake it. I needed to see it. “I want to meet him.” Carissa nearly choked on her food. She didn’t seem to be interested in figuring out why I was responding to her infidelity this way, I think she was hoping that if she went along with it, everything would be forgiven and forgotten eventually. Eventually she agreed to ask him to meet us for coffee, I told her I wanted to meet him at a hotel bar. That I wanted to get a room, wanted to watch them. That part made her pause but I held firm. She didn’t fight it much, at all really, and that Saturday night we met him in the bar of a local hotel.
It was awkward. He knew that I knew, but he didn’t know what Carissa had lied to me about. Yes, I’m not an idiot, I know she withheld and lied about plenty of what happened that night, I didn’t care. Conversation was stiff, he tried to apologize, said he didn’t know she had a boyfriend, I assured him there’s no way he could have and I wasn’t angry. Honestly, I could understand her attraction, he was very good looking, strong, confident. They were still hesitant. I wanted them to flirt, to touch, to lean into one another, but I didn’t want to push my luck. When he stepped away to the restroom, Carissa tried to convince me to take her home. I told her I wanted to watch them, but that I wouldn’t force her to do anything.
When he came back, Carissa got shy, sort of nervous. Her eyes on him though, watching his reaction, not mine. She asked if he’d like to see the view from our room and her eyes lit up when he said he would love to. There was a shift in him. I hung back a step as we walked to the elevator. It was his hand on the small of her back guiding her, he casually chatted about something inane to calm her nerves, he asked her for our floor number, he pressed the button. He was smooth, calm, confident, all things I wasn’t. When we got to our room, he held his hand out to me for the key, he opened the door and ushered her in, welcoming me to follow behind her. I might have made the reservation, I might’ve been the reason we were all here, but control had shifted – he was in charge now, and he knew it.
He didn’t waste time, as soon as I heard the door close behind me, he slid past me and rested his hands on Carissa’s shoulders as she looked towards the window. “It’s a gorgeous view,” he leaned down towards her cheek, “the view outside is nice too.” It was so corny, but the way he delivered it, the way that Carissa was desperate for him… She moaned quietly and leaned her head back into him, tilting it as his lips dropped to her neck. His hands slipped under her shirt, a loose sweater, and slid across her body before lifting it off her. Standing in her skirt and a bra I’d never seen before, she turned her head and reached out for me.
“I just want to watch.” I squeezed her hand as I slipped past her and took my seat in the chair just a few feet from them. Her bra was light blue, low cut cups, with what looked like expensive lace detail. She could still see me in her periphery, I could see her body stiffen, the tension in her face. He kissed along her neck, her shoulder, his hands running up her body to cup her tits. His right hand slid into her skirt, her breath caught a few moments later. Her head fell back as her eyes closed, a moan escaping her lips.
Her eyes opened slightly and found mine, her head turned towards me as he continued groping her tits, his hand in her skirt clearly finding its target. Her face contorted as she looked at me, remorse mixing with pleasure. She never looked away as she whimpered, trying to stifle her moans, his hand bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm. I could see the tension building in her face, she was trying not to enjoy the sensations, but it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Carissa’s eyes clamped shut for a moment before her lips mouthed, “sorry,” and she let out a scream. Liquid ran down her leg, drops landing on the carpet underneath her.
Sam pulled his hand from her skirt and turned her to bend her over the dresser. Carissa looked at me through the mirror on the wall as he unclasped her bra. She slipped it off, her tits swinging free as he pushed her skirt up over her hips. “Pull them to the side like last time.” Sam watched as she reached back and did as he ordered, sliding a thong that matched her bra over to expose her glistening pussy, then turned and looked at me, a smirk on his face. He was going to make me watch him re-enact the night he broke her, show me what he had that I couldn’t compete with. He stripped his shirt and dropped his pants.
I had always pictured his cock as massive, almost cartoonishly big, Carissa said he was bigger than me. When it sprung out of his boxers though, it was pretty normal. Bigger than me, sure, thicker, longer, but what stood out wasn’t its size, it was how fucking hard he was. The exact thing I couldn’t give her. So hard you could see how tight the skin was, ready to burst, so hard it didn’t move when he did, no flexing or bobbing. The kind of hard you can see from across the room.
Carissa let out a moan as he ran the head of his cock up and down her slick lips, working it in until the head of his cock was just barely poking her hole. She was holding her breath when he suddenly slammed his cock deep into my girlfriend. Everything up to that point had been gut wrenching; The desire in her eyes, the way she melted under his touch, the way she came on his fingers harder than I’ve ever seen her cum, but the cry of ecstasy that came out of her when he plunged his cock deep into her pushed me over the edge. The jealousy, the humiliation, the shame that this was turning me on, pushed through my balls as I came handsfree in my pants.
I let out a groan of my own and Sam chuckled as he glanced back at me. He began slowly pumping his cock in and out of Carissa. She tried to stifle her moans as she watched me in the mirror. My eyes drifted back to her pussy, her lips gripping his hard cock, coating it in her juices. I looked back at her face in the mirror, her eyes rolling back then snapping open as she fought the feelings in her pussy. Sam’s pace built until he was pounding her steadily, her tits swaying as he fucked her. Carissa’s face was a mess of conflicted feelings. His cock was making her feel things I couldn’t give her, her body betraying her.
She let out a single sob, then a moan, then another, louder sob. “I’m so sorry…” she squeaked out. It was like a switch flipped, she grunted and started pushing back against him. It was only another 4-5 thrusts before she was cumming again, screaming out as it hit her. Her face dropped to the dresser again and she started sobbing again. In a brief flash of humanity, Sam slowed. Her eyes flew open and she looked back at him, “Don’t stop fucking me!” A grin on his face, he began pounding into her again, harder than before, Carissa sobbing in between moans. I pulled my slimy dick out of my pants, too turned on not to stroke it. She didn’t last long before she came again, her tits slapping against the dresser as Sam fucked her like a savage.
Sam pulled out and pulled her up by her hair, turning and pushing her onto the bed on her back. He spread her legs and looked over at me, “Come on! Why don’t you come fuck your girlfriend?” I hesitated, Carissa’s quiet sobs the only noise as Sam stared at me expectantly. “Get over here! Put your dick in your girlfriend!” I stood and walked over, my half hard dick in my hand as he held my girlfriend’s legs open for me. His cock still hard as a rock, me stroking my half-chub. I tried to press it into her pussy, but it just bent, not quite hard enough to penetrate her. “I said fuck her, not tease her.” I pressed harder into her, tried to squish it inside, but I just couldn’t get hard enough.
Sam chuckled, “Just like she said. Well I guess sit down then.” Sam stepped in between her legs, forcing me out of the way, and slowly slid his cock into her as I watched, her lips stretching around him. I shuffled back to the chair and stroked my softie some more. “You know, I kinda felt bad for you. That night she said that you’d had some problems getting it up, but she really needed to get fucked. Once she felt how hard I was, it was over.” Carissa sobbed louder even as she moaned on his cock. She sobbed as she played with her nipples, Sam’s thumb on her clit as he stroked in and out of her pussy.
Carissa’s head flew back as Sam pounded her hard, his hard cock pushing her closer. “Just because you can get it up, she shouldn’t suffer, right?” Sam didn’t slow as he talked and Carissa came hard, crying out, her legs shaking, her hand flying to her clit as she squirted on him. He slid back in her, giving her slow strokes as she recovered. Slowly her head turned towards me, her eyes glassy, dick drunk. “You know, I just wanted my boyfriend to fuck me. I wasn’t trying to cheat.” She rolled so that she was facing me on all fours.
“But you were always too ‘stressed’ to get hard for me – oh fuck that’s good.” Sam had resumed fucking her hard, her tits swaying, her ass jiggling as he pounded into her. “And then Sam – shit – shows up with his rock hard – ungh – cock. I tried to be good – right there right there oh fuck – but sometimes a girl needs – shit – to get fucked.” The tears on her face had dried, she wasn’t sobbing anymore, and she was right. I left her high and dry with my limp dick. “But apparently you only get – yesyesyes – hard when I’m fucking – oh god – someone else!”
I looked down and she was right, I was hard as a rock. Her eyes rolled back, “Oh fuck Jesus Christ yesyesyes!” I came. My dick erupted in a fountain of cum as I held it, not even stroking it, jet after jet shooting straight up, splattering in my lap. Carissa’s eyelids fluttered, I finally spoke, “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes flew open, her head flew back, “OH FUUUCK!!”
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