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I couldn’t believe it. Last night I had drunkenly sucked off my friend Tim while we watched a video of my girlfriend riding a dildo. In my guilt I text her what happened and she told me she had been fucking him for months already. And sent me a video of her doing exactly what I did for him! Except I swallowed his spunk, which oddly made me feel competitive about it.
I wasn’t even feeling betrayed, just insanely horny. Tim was still asleep and naked. His cock looked magnificent, even soft. God, I wanted him to wake up, pin my down and do something crazy like piss on me while he told me all about fucking my Stacey. What was wrong with me.
I crept out of bed and jumped in the shower. I vigirously masturbated over and over again but just couldn’t stop feeling turned on. I wanted to watch Stacey being used by Tim. I had to see her tiny blonde body getting bent over by him. And she had been so vanilla for me.
After an hour showering, I was too tired to carry on. I got out and wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the bedroom. Tim was awake, and still naked.
“Hey dude, crazy night. I sent myself that vid by the way, hope you don’t mind”.
“Urgh” I stuttered. “Yeah, sure. I’m sure Stacey won’t mind.”
“Nah she’s cool” he replied. There wasn’t any arrogance in his voice or anything. He was super chill about it all. It made me more frustrated at Stacey than at him. Why did I feel like I needed to one up her?
Nothing much eventful happened after that, until we went our drinking. We got talking to a bunch of other people and there was an insanely hot bartender who was clearly flirting with Tim. He tapped me on the shoulder and jokingly asked “wanna spit roast her tonight? Haha”.
I just laughed. Of course not. I wouldn’t cheat on Stacey. Although she had been. Maybe I could…
After more drinks I decided to leave everyone to it. The guys were having fun, Tim was enjoying being flirted with, and I was tired and insanely horny. I just needed to go back and wank some more. I also needed to reply to Stacey. I had left her on read all day. Although based on how often Tim was on his phone I can guess he was texting her about me being pretty okay with everything.
I got back to the hotel, undressed and got into bed. I saw Stacey had sent a few messages. All generic “How are things going?” type messages which didn’t tell me anymore about her affair. I replied to them all diligently before wanking myself furiously to sleep.
I woke up what must have been a couple hours later to the sound of giggling. It was a female voice. And it was coming from the bathroom down the hall. I gave it some more time and it died down, but soon the same voice started moaning.
I couldn’t help it. I crawled out of bed, and snuck up to the bathroom door. It was ajar. I could see in pretty well. A girl, I think the barmaid from earlier, was bent over the bath, her knees on some towels, her stomach hanging over the bath rim so her ass could stick out, and her shoulders and head deep in the bath, pushed down by Tim’s arms.
He was behind her, his cock throbbing back and forth into her. I was watching it glisten as it reemerged from her pussy every second or two. His ass cheeks were as firm as hers.
Not wanting to linger and get caught, I tip toed back to the room. By the time I got there I could hear them moaning loudly, cuming simultaneously no doubt.
Tim walked into the bedroom very shortly after. He was completely naked, and just highlighted slightly in the darkness by that city light again.
“Fuck it” I said as I got up. He seemed a little startled at that by the twitch from his body but clearly went for it. Again horny instinct just kicked in and I felt I had lost complete control at this point.
Before he had the chance to get into bed I dropped down on my knees, grabbed his cock and slung it into my mouth. I cleaned the barmaid’s pussy juice off of it with great care. So much so I didn’t notice she had walked in behind and was then flicking herself off over the sight.
She nearly made me bite down from the jump scare when she moaned “I love gay man shit. Keep going.’
While that spurred me on, it clearly wasn’t enough for her. I felt her grab the top of my head and hoist her long legs around my body. She was straddling my face, her ass against the top of my head and her wet pussy over my nose. It was leaking Tim’s cum onto me.
She rode me gently as she sloppily made out with Tim. I could feel her small but engorged clit be tapped by my face everytime I swung my head in and out to take his big cock in my mouth. It was a crazy sensation to have a cock in my mouth, a cum-filled pussy on my face and my hands roaming such long, soft legs and perk ass.
Eventually Tim came. But he quickly pushed me away and shoved his cock into her pussy, though spunk had spurted out onto me and up her ass first.
In complete instinct, I grabbed her cheeks, and rammed my face into her hole, licking up all the spunk before moving down to her pussy and eating it like a starving homeless man at a buffet. If Stacey could see me now.
After the barmaid said she was too sore to keep going, I got up and embarrassed I took myself off to the bathroom with my phone to finish myself. But before I got chance I saw texts from Stacey.
She sent new pictures of herself in that bikini. And then in a raincoat covering herself. And then she said “Are you ready for a treat? I’m nearly at the hotel”.
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