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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Lots of people have asked about the first story and what happened after. We did have another meet and I might come back to that but lots of people also asked why I left a woman into that kind of fun. This is the story...
As always any questions or chat message me.
We’d been going out about 9 months. It had been 2 months since our 2nd meet with Danny. We were happy. We’d agreed we did like the cuck fun and we wanted to try more. Not being able to host and being in a small town wasn’t the easiest for planning fun though. We’d generally have to wait for holidays or steal random nights when housemates went home.
Our other housemates were both from near Manchester so generally when one went home, they car shared and both went to keep costs down. This was perfect for us.
A weekend came about in November and they told us they were going home for the weekend. I suggested messaging Danny again and she said she’d think about. She also suggested perhaps finding another guy.
When we had agreed to continue the cuck fun, it was on one basis. I had to be there is anyone else was to play. I didn’t mind sharing but it’s not fun for me if I’m not part of it. We agreed.
Anyway skip forward a few days and the place is empty. I had lectures but she didn’t. My last one finished at 5 and I headed back home. As I opened the door I heard a sound. A rocking creaky kind of sound.
Most of the house had old wood flooring and we had a wooden bed so you knew when someone was having fun. It always made an awkward morning after with the housemates.
I didn’t make much noise and slowly moved to the stairs. It was definitely the sound I thought it was. A repeated rocking.
As I moved up the stairs, I could see the landing. A pair of jeans and a shirt were on the floor.
The noises were louder now. Panting, swearing and grunts combined with the rocking wooden floors.
Once again I had that strange feeling. Horny yet angry. So horny I was rock hard.
The door was pushed to but not closed. I looked through the gap.
She was lying on back. Above her, a black Guy was pounding away missionary style. Both were moaning. I could see his balls slapping against her as he moved in and out.
On the floor between the doorway and our bed, were a red bra and a red thong.
They stopped. I wondered if they could sense I was watching.
He stopped and laid on the bed. He held his cock up right, it was a decent size. Not quite the bbc myth you hear so much about but it was still impressive.
The white marks on it from her cum made me more horny. I noticed again that she was being fucked bare.
She crouched over him and lowered herself on to his cock. As she lowered, he let go and moved his hands behind her to grip her ass. She started to ride him. Back and forth, up and down. Moaning louder than she had previously.
I decided I had to say something. We had an agreement that I was suppose to be there. I pushed the door and went in.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted. “Who are you? Are you the boy?” He asked. She was still riding him and he was now groping her tits.
“I’m her boyfriend”.
“Ah she said about it. You like to watch eh?” He laughed.
“I thought we had an agreement. Why are you fucking him without even telling me” I sounded upset and I was.
I still couldn’t believe that they were still fucking.
“Babe calm down. Watch. Enjoy. He’s fun. We just met don’t be angry”.
I couldn’t. I walked out. She’d just met him and was riding him without a condom. We’d been together for 9 months and I thought it would at least mean something.
Looking back it was the wrong decision to walk away. It was a fun relationship but you don’t always think logically in those situations.
I moved out, managed to move in with a mate who had a spare room.
I’d heard from friends though that she was well known at the gym so I doubt it was the only time. |
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