I never thought I’d be that guy.
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The one who’d let his girl get fucked by another man. Not in real life. Not while I was still with her.
But then came the night that changed everything.
We were drinking. Laughing. Having a good time — for once, nothing felt off. Until she went to the bathroom and left her phone on the couch… unlocked. And the screen was still lit up. I didn’t mean to look. But the message was right there, open.
“Love you ??” — sent to AJ.
My stomach dropped.
I waited for her to come back, playing it cool. Then I asked, “Hey… why’d you tell AJ you love him?”
She blinked, maybe caught off guard, but played it off like nothing. “He sends me memes and stupid shit. It’s just a joke.”
I nodded. Maybe I wanted to believe her. Maybe I didn’t want to open that door. So I let it slide.
But an hour later, she was drunk, in the shower, crying. I mean really crying. Sobbing about how she fucked everything up, how she ruins everything. I didn’t think it was cheating — I thought maybe something happened with work, or personal shit. So I calmed her down, held her, told her we’d talk tomorrow when she was sober.
But that’s where the spiral started.
By the next day, the toxic shift kicked in. She turned it around on me — said I was controlling, that I shouldn’t have been reading her messages. Classic move. But I kept my mouth shut. I let her rant, didn’t even respond. Just took a walk, let it sit.
Later, I looked her dead in the eyes and asked:
“Are you fucking AJ?”
“No,” she said.
I asked again. And again. She denied it five times.
So I waited.
And then I hit her with it:
“I already know. I saw everything.”
Her face changed instantly. She didn’t even ask what I saw — just froze. And started talking.
She told me everything. How it started. How it wasn’t planned. How it “just happened.” She blamed our rough patches, my jealousy, the distance — but eventually, the truth poured out. Every detail.
She even showed me photos — pictures she took in the lingerie I bought for her. And then she said it:
“You know the best part? His fucking dick. It’s like you manifested it with that dildo. I couldn’t get enough.”
I should’ve walked away right then.
But something in me twisted. I don’t know what snapped. Maybe it was the humiliation. Maybe it was the raw honesty in her eyes. Or maybe I just needed to own the situation instead of letting it own me.
I looked at her, and said the words I never thought would leave my mouth:
“Why don’t you go tonight?”
Her eyes widened like I’d just given her a hall pass to heaven. Then she grabbed my hand and shoved it into her panties.
She was dripping. Soaked.
Like the first time we ever touched.
I dropped to my knees and ate her like it was our first night together. Tongue deep, slow and fast, teasing her clit, sucking until her thighs shook. She held my head down and whispered, “You like tasting me when I’m thinking about his dick?”
I couldn’t even answer. I was addicted.
After half an hour, I fucked her hard. Two full rounds. No breaks. She moaned for me, begged for more. But then, as I lay beside her panting, she leaned over and kissed my ear.
“Ready for rounds 3 to 5? With my alive dildo?”
I didn’t say no.
?
She got dressed while I watched. Lingerie I picked out. Hair tied back. Perfume I liked. I picked the outfit. She let me choose — like I was helping prepare her for war. Or worship.
When she got there… she called me.
And let me listen.
It was quiet at first. Then I heard his voice. Dumb. Braggy. Didn’t matter. Because when I heard the sound of her unzipping his pants, I froze.
Then came the slurping.
“Fuck… you missed this cock, didn’t you?” he said.
“Mmm… I’ve been dripping all day for it,” she moaned. “Your cock’s bigger than ever… I swear it got thicker.”
She deepthroated him. I could hear her gag, then moan around his shaft. Slurp. Gag. Slap. I heard her choking — willingly. No hesitation.
Then he started fucking her.
The clapping echoed through the phone. Wet, brutal slaps of his hips pounding into her soaked pussy. She moaned louder than I’d ever heard before.
“That’s it… stretch me… fuuuck…”
“This pussy missed me, huh?”
“Yes… yes, I missed this dick… fuck me… fuck me like you own me…”
He flipped her. The clapping changed rhythm. She started riding. I could hear it — skin bouncing, her ass smacking down hard on him. She was moaning nonstop.
Then she whispered something so filthy I nearly came just hearing it.
“You like how I wear this for you? My boyfriend picked this out just so I could get fucked in it.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or cum.
She kept talking. Filthy. Possessed. She became a fucking demon in bed — dirty-talking him like she was auditioning for hell.
And I just listened.
I don’t know what I became that night. But I liked it. The jealousy, the rage, the lust — it all blended into something dark and addictive. And for the first time…
I wanted more.
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This is all true story and 3 more guys come in more parts. Some parts are chatgpt corrected to make it readable
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