Way befor I was married I had a gal pal that visited my place pretty regularly. She had a boyfriend she said she loved. We were both 20. She wasn't very good looking, crooked teeth, didn't wear makeup but had a damn hot body.
We met at a friend's party. She gave me her number and we hooked up a few times at my place. She was easy to talk with and loved sex.
After about 10 visits she came clean with me, told me about a boyfriend, how she loved him, didn't want to hurt him but she wanted to continue what we had going.
I never spent a dime on her. She'd call, ask if she could come over, bring pizza or Chinese, we'd eat, watch TV, visit then fuck till I was beat. It was fantastic for me.
One night she called around 10, unusually late, asking if she could stop by. She arrived, immediately started a hot make out session then we started a hot night of sex. Same deal a couple of more times, late night booty call.
One night after our first round she told me something like I call late sometimes because I was on a date with (boyfriend). She started to cry and told me she had sex with him then wanted to see me. I was not happy and she knew it. She hugged me and told me she liked sex with him and me. She said she was still horny after they got done. It made sense, she'd call me, from his place ... then stop at mine after. He didn't know about me. I quickly got over being mad.
It became a pretty regularly thing on Saturday nights, they have a date then I'd get her after. She evidently got off on the whole thing. She'd tell me how they had sex, how many times, what positions they were in when he came. She loved telling me about their sex.
Looking back the first late night call I got she was super horny and ready to get it on. I remember she tasted different that night. Obviously I was tasting his jizz.
We still continued our normal early sex nights, pizza then sex but it was good either way.
I guess I was being cucked.
Later on with different girls kinda same deal but I was OK with it because I was getting laid. No cost, no head games, no dating, just sex.
Call me a cuck but I don't care.
We met at a friend's party. She gave me her number and we hooked up a few times at my place. She was easy to talk with and loved sex.
After about 10 visits she came clean with me, told me about a boyfriend, how she loved him, didn't want to hurt him but she wanted to continue what we had going.
I never spent a dime on her. She'd call, ask if she could come over, bring pizza or Chinese, we'd eat, watch TV, visit then fuck till I was beat. It was fantastic for me.
One night she called around 10, unusually late, asking if she could stop by. She arrived, immediately started a hot make out session then we started a hot night of sex. Same deal a couple of more times, late night booty call.
One night after our first round she told me something like I call late sometimes because I was on a date with (boyfriend). She started to cry and told me she had sex with him then wanted to see me. I was not happy and she knew it. She hugged me and told me she liked sex with him and me. She said she was still horny after they got done. It made sense, she'd call me, from his place ... then stop at mine after. He didn't know about me. I quickly got over being mad.
It became a pretty regularly thing on Saturday nights, they have a date then I'd get her after. She evidently got off on the whole thing. She'd tell me how they had sex, how many times, what positions they were in when he came. She loved telling me about their sex.
Looking back the first late night call I got she was super horny and ready to get it on. I remember she tasted different that night. Obviously I was tasting his jizz.
We still continued our normal early sex nights, pizza then sex but it was good either way.
I guess I was being cucked.
Later on with different girls kinda same deal but I was OK with it because I was getting laid. No cost, no head games, no dating, just sex.
Call me a cuck but I don't care.
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