I joined Tinder to date and hopefully meet the right one. I didn't have high expectations but I had hope.
Over a few weeks I had a handful of dates which come to nothing and I considered giving up then I matched up with a good looking lady in her mid 40s. Long, dark hair, slim, curvy and attractive. She was dressed in a black skirt and tight top in the picture and looked hot. When we chatted and agreed to meet I was buzzing.
To cut a long story short, the dating went well. I talked too much and nervously tried to please. She listened and smiled at the right places. Laughed at my insecurity. But I liked it. After a few meets, we fell into a relationship. Things were good. I really fell for her. When we finally had sex, I was blown away. She had a great body and knew exactly what she wanted. She was amazing in bed. I hoped she thought I was good too but I was so insecure in myself.
Things carried on like this for a few months and I thought all was well until one day we were driving in her car and she picked up a call on the car phone. It was another man. His name showed as Brian on the screen. He greeted her with a familiar 'babe' and started to chat. She told him she was in company and he took the hint and said good goodbye.
We drove along in silence for a while. My silence. She seemed happy enough as though nothing had happened but I wasnt daft. I knew then what we had wasnt what I thought. When we reached my house I plucked up the courage to ask her even though my stomach was churning. "Who is Brian?" I asked her.
She turned and smiled. "Do you really want to know?"
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At first she said he was just a friend. Someone she had met off tinder that never developed. She said he was a laugh and they were friends but he was never relationship material. She just enjoyed his company. I admit I was jealous. I couldn't help myself. Every time i watched her text and smile I thought it was him she was texting. In bed I just wanted to please her and convince her I was the only one she needed.
We arranged to meet at mine the following week but she said she couldn't make it on the day. She said she had to go see her friend who was having a hard time. I asked if it was Brian. She didn't get angry or pissed off at me. She just said no. Not this time. It was Carl if I must know.
Another male friend. And what did 'not this time' mean. Had she been meeting up with him?
My mind was racing. I couldn't sleep. Now there were two other men she was meeting up with.
I must have sounded needy and desperate when i asked her again. She said we would talk tomorrow.
I couldn't help imagining others enjoying my girl. I didn't sleep that night. |
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She cooled off over the next couple of weeks. She must have sensed my disappointment. My need. I tried to act cool but really i wanted her back. I texted her and she replied a few hours later. She agreed to meet for coffee and when we met up we kissed and made small talk.
She mentioned the elephant in the room. She admitted she had other partners. 3 in total. I asked her to be honest. Was it me. Was it the sex. She said if i wanted honesty, the truth was I was a bit boring... and a bit small for her in bed as lovely as I was as a partner. I was crestfallen. We parted and promised to be friends.
I couldn't stop thinking about her and a couple of days later I texted again.
I said it was ok. I didn't mind. I understood. If she wanted to be my girlfriend Id try and understand and go with it.
I felt soft and stupid. Weak even.
We met again over coffee and she was much happier.
She said she wanted to be open and it would only work if she could be honest and tell me everything. I said that was fine. Inside my stomach churned with jealousy. But I was also excited against my better judgement. She was again my girlfriend. My partner at my side. And I knew she thought me innadequate and wanted others. What a turn on. |
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Then she came over to my house for tea. She was flushed and giggly.
She told me straight away. She had fucked brian that evening. She asked if I wanted to hear about it. I said i did. She described how he ripped off her panties and how he was in control. How it felt to have her legs parted. How it felt to be entered roughly. I asked if i could do the same. She laughed and said no.
She described how he pushed her legs open and how he wasted no time pushing inside her. She said he would be doing the same often. She said he would cum in her and did i mind. I said no but meant yes. I did mind. She was my gf. But i wanted to please her. |
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The next day she came to mine and we watched a film together all snuggled on the sofa. It was nice. She put her hands between my legs and stroked me until I was very hard. She took out my cock and started to wank me.
Then she began telling me about the others. How big they were. How they made her feel and how they made her cum. All the time, wanking me. She wanted to see my reaction - to see how much control she had over me and I'm ashamed to say it was total. I was turned on by her behaviour. I wanted to be inferior to them.
She told me she planned to meet the next day and would I like pictures and videos of her with another man. At the very thought, I could not hold off any longer and cum over her hand and myself.
"I take it that's a yes naughty boy" she said.
I was ashamed of myself and still jealous but I really did want her to. I said yes. |
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