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Apologies for this being so unreasonably long, turns out I’m not good at keeping things short lol
One of my first relationships was long distance. We met on omegle of all places, and immediately hit it off. She was this tiny nerdy asian girl, which turned out to be exactly my type. After just a couple of weeks, we became as official as two teenagers that never met each other could be.
For the first few months, everything was amazing. We talked every day, would video call on Skype, and she loved every bit of attention and praise I gave her. Our sex life was even great despite the distance, we explored everything we wanted and spent our nights masturbating on video together. I absolutely adored how she’d show off for me and do whatever I told her. She was my princess, and I was her daddy. It was one of those cringe, gross, romantic relationships.
But then she met a guy, Dylan, at her college. She was a freshman and he was a sophomore. They immediately hit it off, and he started flirting with her. When she told me, she asked what she should do, and us being the adventurous, kinky couple that we were, we decided it’d be hot if she flirted along. She liked the attention anyway, of course.
Things began to progress from there. They’d hang out, and he’d find ways to get touchy, and she’d flirt back “harmlessly”. Soon, we were incorporating it into our masturbation sessions. She would tell me how it felt when his hand brushed against her, or when he’d wrap his arms around her waist playfully, how it made her feel so sexy. I could tell that the distance was getting to her, it’d been so long since she’d had any actual physical intimacy. It didn’t take long before our dirty talk had escalated to her talking about how hot she found him, how badly she wanted him to touch her, and to even fuck her. She’d laugh when I’d suddenly cum while she was lost in her fantasies. She was moaning his name more than mine, by that point.
So, we had a talk. We decided to open the relationship just a little. I didn’t want to find a fwb, I was satisfied with just her, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she had one. Of course, we both already knew who she wanted it to be.
Just a couple days later, she had kissed him and let him grope her ass and tits. She was still being sweet with me, constantly checking if I was still okay with things, but I just pushed her to do more. I wanted to see her let out her slutty side with someone else.
So she did. Within a week she had sucked his dick, and he had fingered her until she came. She told me how nice his dick was, how it was thicker than mine and even a bit longer. That night, as we got off together, she moaned how badly she wanted him inside her, how she wanted so badly to be his fucktoy. As I came, I begged for Dylan to fuck my princess’s pussy and make her his.
Just the day after that, he fucked her for the first time. She texted me that night to tell me the news, she was so fucking excited. She told me that she had needed it so badly, and that it was the first time she’d ever came just from penetration. They didn’t use a condom, and she swallowed his cum. She couldn’t stop talking about his cock, how perfect it was. She even talked about how big and strong he was, how good his hands felt on her, and how nice his body was. She’d never, ever talked about me or my dick that way.
It became a regular thing, they’d hang out most days and get up to naughty things. Car sex, public blowjobs, anal creampies, even eventually vaginal creampies. She had started exploring her fantasies with Dylan instead of me.
Eventually, it got to be too much for me. She was sometimes ignoring me all day to spend time with him, and I’d see on social media that they were out doing cutesy things together, holding hands and taking selfies together. I even found out she was calling him daddy.
I got jealous. I told her so, and that I didn’t want her to see him anymore. I told her that we could find a new fwb for her if she really needed it. On her part, she was completely understanding and sweet. She apologized and promised she wouldn’t even talk to him. I felt good, I felt so loved and seen, knowing that she’d so quickly give him up for me.
A couple months went by. And she gradually started getting busier with school. She’d be busy sometimes all day, just texting me before bed. We barely had our late night Skype calls anymore, if at all.
One day, she didn’t even say goodnight. And the next day too, and the day after that. Not a single message. I was getting worried, so I messaged her best friend.
“I think she’s just out with Dylan right now”
My heart felt like it stopped when I read that message. How long had she been seeing him? Were they just friends now, or was she actually cheating? I felt sick to my stomach, even though my dick was hard.
I texted her, told her I knew she was with Dylan. It only took her a few minutes to respond, meaning she really had been ignoring me. My beautiful, sweet girlfriend had been ignoring me to do god knows what with another guy. I asked her how long it’d been going on, and she confessed everything.
See, what I didn’t know was that her cutting him off lasted all of two weeks. And once she started telling me the truth, she couldn’t stop. She told me that she just couldn’t stop thinking about him, couldn’t resist him, wanted his company and attention and his cock, and she just couldn’t stay away for long.
She said she didn’t know, didn’t think she could stop. I asked her if she wanted to be with him for real, as a couple, and she told me that she did.. She still loved me and wanted to be with me, but wanted him too. Dylan turned her on more, he was actually there and could give her the attention she needed.
I didn’t know what to say. I was heartbroken, but unbelievably turned on. I asked her if she wanted to break up and date him. She said she kind of was already dating him, and he had been telling her to dump me for a while now. She didn’t have to say more than that.
We stayed friends a while before he told her to cut off contact with me. She did immediately.
A few months later, she texted me. We talked a while, and she’d changed. She’d become his personal fucktoy, and she only referred to him as “daddy”. She spent the night telling me how much better he was and how I had lost her the moment he slid his cock inside her little pussy. I just desperately jerked off and begged for her to keep going.
She did, she even sent me nudes, and told me how she was touching herself to how pathetic I was. And after I came, she just blocked me.
So, now I have a massive cheating and cuckolding kink, and have sought it out in every single relationship since. I’m still a dom, and a caregiver, but deep down I constantly want to be cheated on and emotionally abused.
I have more stories, from subsequent relationships, so just tell me if you’d like to hear more <3