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Thanks for all the love on the last part. I didn’t expect my story to resonate with so many people. A lot of you reached out, all asking the same thing – what happened next? There’s still plenty left to tell, so let’s continue from where I left off. This part is about how I saw her in the act (without her knowing) for the very first time.
It was 2 AM on a cold Friday night and I was all alone in my room after a frustrating day at work. I was supposed to hang out with her tonight, but she still hadn’t come back from her date. The club had closed at 1, so my mind kept circling the same thought – it must have gone really well.
She’d found him on Bumble that same day. Tall, Punjabi, the kind of guy who talks a little too well – the kind you just know gets his way. It was very last minute and I was bummed out she canceled our dinner plans for it. I was looking forward to spending some time her.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked when she left. That short ruby velvet dress. It showed off her assets really well with ample cleavage from her gorgeous 32B boobs and her milky white thighs were seen in their full glory. Any shorter and you could see the lower part of her ass from behind. I loved how much it revealed and how effortlessly beautiful she looked in it. The perfect combination of class and slutty. A part of me couldn’t look away.
And a quieter part of me kept thinking – if only she had worn it for me.
I checked her location. She was in the lane right next to the hostel. Just a short walk away.
I told myself I was just going to check on her. She was new to the city – that’s all this was.
I put on a jacket and stepped out into the cold Bangalore night. The streets were deserted. It was a remote part of the city and you wouldn’t really find anyone at this time of the day. The quietness only amplified the thoughts in my head about what she could be doing. I knew he had picked her up in a car. I should have realised there’s only one reason to park their car where it was. A spot where no prying eyes could see what debauchery went down inside the car.
I spotted the car before I saw them.
I had to give it to the guy — this clearly wasn’t his first time bringing a girl into his car. He had parked it well, hidden behind a tall tree. At a glance, it looked empty.
Then I realized why.
They weren’t in the front. Both of them were in the back seat.
From where I stood, the tree blocked most of my view. I could make out movement, silhouettes shifting closer, but nothing clear enough to confirm what I already suspected.
But this was my locality. I knew these lanes like the back of my hand.
I quietly circled around through a parallel street, careful to stay out of sight. There was a shorter wall on the other side – close enough to the car, easy to get behind.
I made my way over, moving slower now. I hopped the wall and crouched behind it. From there, I edged forward, inch by inch, until the angle opened up just enough.
Now, I could see.
They wouldn’t notice me — not from here. The wall kept me hidden, and the darkness did the rest.
My heart was pounding again, louder than it should’ve been.
I already had a vague idea of what was happening.
But that wasn’t enough.
I needed to see it for myself.
Because this wasn’t just anyone.
This was the girl I loved.
But I didn’t leave.
They were kissing. Kissing like they were lovers. She was against the door with him on top of her with his hands behind her. Her perfect makeup looked messed up with her hair no longer in the nest bun it was when she had left. Her dress was bunched around her waist with her bra and panties exposed. She had worn a matching black set which looked so elegant against her pale skin. It’s almost like she knew she was going to be seen so she had to dress up for the occasion. I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts.
It was so surreal to see this random guy take the girl I loved for himself. I should hate this. But I didn’t. Instead I found myself craving for something else. I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to rip her bra off and expose her boobs. I wanted him to bite her, mark her, use her body like it was his. And I needed to watch every second of it.
It’s almost like he was teasing me and her at the same time with his actions. I watched him slide one hand inside her panties and her eyes shot up. She spread her legs a bit wider to make it a bit easier for him. I could see him smile a bit. He knew he had conquered her. He started fingering her right there in the middle of the road – slow at first and then he licked up the lace a bit.
Her face was in estacy. I could tell she was enjoying every second of this. And he started to get more aggressive. He pulled her panties down and slipped two fingers inside her now. His arms were like the perfect piston and he wanted to show her pleasure she hadn’t felt before. He slide her bra down with his other hand and before I could get a clear view of her boobs, he had already taken one of her nipples inside her mouth and started sucking on it.
And here I was. Seeing her naked in another man’s car. I just couldn’t control my emotions here – it was too much to take. I was so turned on seeing her get used. The same girl I’ve loved since college – the same girl I wanted to marry one day. She was naked in front of me being ravaged by this perfect specimen of a man.
I pulled my cock out and started stroking it. I know how depraved it seems but I just couldn’t help myself. It felt so good to finally have a release. Almost at exactly the same time he switched positions with her and she hungrily took his cock out. She spat on it and started stroking it. Seeing her do that, I spat on my hands and spread the saliva around my cock to lubricate myself. I don’t remember the last time I was this hard. My 7 inch cock was on full length almost as if I was saluting to this hot scene happening right in front of me.
Watching her take his cock inside her mouth was a bit too much for me to take. I came almost instantly – spraying my cum all over the wall. But I didn’t stop stroking myself. I wanted to last as long as he did. I wanted see if I could last longer this time before he came inside her.
I failed miserably. Watching her giving him a sloppy blowjob made it incredibly difficult. I felt my balls tighten up and I knew another load was coming up. I tried to stop myself but I couldn’t. I had to cum again. And I did.
He showed that he was the superior man who deserves to mate her. She just couldn’t make him cum. After about 15 minutes of her blowing him and him face fucking her, she stopped and looked spent. I thought they were done and she would be texting me telling me her date was finally over.
Instead I got this text from her – “Hey, I won’t be coming back today. Let’s postpone dinner to tmrw? I’m going back to his place now. I know I don’t do this on a first date but he seems to be a really nice guy. I’ll keep you updated”.
He moved to the front seat and started the car and took off. He didn’t even wait for her to get dressed. I guess it didn’t matter – it was too late in the night for anyone to notice a half naked girl in the back seat of his car. And anyone who did notice would think he’s a player.
I don’t know how long I stood there after they left. I just couldn’t bring myself to move. The humiliation was hitting me. I had just jerked off to the girl I loved mating someone else.
What was I doing? What are these emotions I’m feeling?
I turned and walked back toward the hostel, slower this time. I just had one thought in my head.
“Am I a cuck now?”
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