he said it was fine if i slept with someone else. i don’t think he meant like this. [gf]

he said it was fine. his exact words were, “if you ever want to, just tell me first.”
i told him. he said okay. he smiled. i think he meant it.
i don’t think he knew i’d do it that night.
i wore the red dress. no bra. tiny little thong. my boyfriend kissed my forehead before i left and said, “have fun.” i said, “i will.”
and i did.
the guy i met was taller. rougher. he didn’t take me out or pretend to care. we barely made it to his place. he pushed me against the wall and fucked me like i was nothing but something warm to finish in.
he didn’t even ask if i was on anything. just said “you’ll take it” and came inside me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
i came. of course i did.
three times.
i don’t think my boyfriend thought it would be like that. i think he imagined sweet slow sex, maybe a little kissing, maybe a photo or two.
instead he got a video.
me bent over, moaning, begging for it.
me pulling my ass cheeks apart while another man slammed into me.
me saying “you cum in me, okay? i want him to taste it.”
he didn’t reply for an hour.
when i got home, he was sitting on the couch. red eyes. hoodie on. didn’t say anything at first.
i walked over, straddled his lap, and kissed him.
he kissed back. slow. needy.
i whispered, “he finished in me.”
his whole body tensed.
i dragged his hand between my legs, made him feel the mess.
he groaned. i think he hated how hard he got.
i whispered, “you wanna clean me up?”
he nodded.
i pulled him down to the floor and let him.
and then i rode his face while the cum dripped out.
he didn’t stop me. didn’t say a word.
just whimpered.
and when i finally came again, i rolled off, curled up next to him, and said, “see? you said it was fine.”
he didn’t argue.
but he cried a little when he thought i was asleep.