Okay, so this is a 100% true story which happened just this past week. I feel compelled to put everything into words now, before I forget the details of how everything transpired.
My girlfriend, "Laney" and I had lived together for around 4 years, and were both extremely happy with our relationship. Other than the 20 year age gap, (me 45 / her 25), we shared all of the same interests, hobbies, and even the same profession (how we met). When we first met, I was literally her first date, first kiss, and first 'everything.'
Over the past 2 years, we had become what we consider to be "gym rats", working out 7 days a week, usually in the early mornings. Recently, we each accepted a new job (working together) in a new city, so we spent the last couple of weeks saying our 'goodbyes' to friends & family in the area.
Some of the toughest goodbyes were with our "gym buddies,"who we had grown to know daily over the past 2 years. During our last week at the gym, "Ben", one of our mutual gym friends, confessed to Laney that when she joined 2 years ago, that he had a major "crush" on her, and was about to ask her out, when he learned that her and I were a couple, which resulted in him backing off on all the flirting.
Of course the day that he confessed this to her was the 1 morning I took off from going, so I didn't get to witness it myself.
When she got home, she proceeded to tell me about their conversation, and how flattering it was to her. This struck me as a little odd because I knew how much she HATES attention from other men, but I was glad that someone made her feel good about herself. She then proceeded to go take a post-gym shower, and when I picked up her clothes to put in the laundry, I noticed that her panties were absolutely soaked! I wondered if her conversation with Ben had anything to do with it, but I just dismissed it as them being sweaty following a good workout.
It was easy to dismiss certain things like that because Laney is someone that has always considered herself to be rather 'asexual', not really being interested in sex all that much. We are only intimate about once every 2 months, and when we are, she has never let me cum in her (EVER), due to her extreme fear of pregnancy. (Even with a condom)
The next morning at the gym, I couldn't help but be extra aware of their interactions at the gym, as I was curious as to how she would now react to him. They still seemed chatty and friendly with each other, and maybe I was experiencing a small pang of jealousy, coupled with just a little bit of curiosity.
I finished my workout before she did, and walked over to where they were still chatting, to kind of 'break it up', so we could head home. Before we left, he asked if he could treat us to a dinner, before we moved away. We told him that our moving day was on Sunday, and he responded to ask if he could cook us a "going away" dinner on Friday evening.
We thought it was a nice gesture, and accepted his invitation. On our way home I asked her if Ben was ever someone she would be attracted to (if we weren't together). She said, 'no', that he was more of like a 'brother' to her, and that she really couldn't see herself with someone shorter than her (she is 5'8" and Ben is around 5'6") I was expecting her to mention something about him being Black, but she was more concerned with his height, and the fact that she could only see him as 'a friend.'
The next couple of days passed quite quickly, with mostly packing boxes and finalizing moving arrangements in our new city. Friday quickly arrived, and we retreated to each of our bathrooms to get ready to head over to Ben's for dinner. we decided not to "dress up" for suck an occasion, but to just keep it casual. When it was about time for us to leave, we met up in the living room to head to his place. I was dressed in just jeans & a polo, and she stepped out of her bathroom looking absolutely stunning! She was wearing jeans, but paired with a rather low-cut, thin top that showed her best 'assets' (34DD). After I picked my jaw up off the floor, we headed over to his place for dinner.
After putting his address in our GPS, we were surprised to see that he only lived about 1 mile from us, a fact that we had never known. We pulled into his driveway at exactly 6pm, and proceeded to walk up to the front door. It was a nice, cozy 2 BR house, and was very well appointed. Ben came to the door, greeted us, and brought us inside. We discovered that Ben was a wonderful cook, and a great host, as we enjoyed the meal he prepared, just sitting laughing, and enjoying the company. During our conversation, he finally admitted to me that he had "hit on" Laney several times when she first started going to that gym, and that she "didn't give him the time of day." We laughed and joked about her not being great at recognizing advances, particularly by the opposite sex. Once dinner was finished, he suggested that her & I relax in the living room while he cleaned the table, and would soon join us. A few minutes later, he joined us, but with wine.
We told politely informed him that he rarely drank, but he insisted, as were were about to be moving away, and we only lived 1 mile from there.
1 glass of wine eventually led to 4, and we were definitely 'feeling no pain'. By that point it was getting late, and I mentioned that I thought it best if we called it a night, said our final goodbyes, and made our way back home. Ben insisted on "just one more", even if he had to drive us home, stating that he said that he would never see us again after that. We reluctantly agreed, even though I felt we shouldn't. That last (big) glass came, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to drive, because I could hardly focus my eyes forward without the room spinning. I looked over at Laney, and she looked VERY glassy-eyed, so I knew she was probably in worse shape than I. At that moment, she asked to use his restroom, stood up, and immediately fell down. Ben chuckled and said, "Looks like it's time to bring you two home. Don't worry about your car, you can come get it in the morning." I was not able to help much, as I could barely walk myself, but I managed to help Ben get her to the back of his car. I sat with her in the back, as Ben made the short drive to our house. She was totally out of it, as someone who rarely drinks, she had consumed enough wine that she was just sputtering sentence fragments, and basically non-coherent.
Ben & I were able to get her in the front door, and to our bedroom, where we placed her on the bed, still unaware of her surroundings. I thanked Ben for the evening, as asked him if he could see himself out, while I took a shower, in an attempt to sober myself up a bit. Ben then headed towards the front door while I started my shower.
I took a much longer shower than normal, both trying to sober up, as well as replaying the night's activities in my head.
I was still intrigued with the idea that Ben had hit on her, and wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. But I figured there was no harm in it, as we were moving out of town in less than 2 days.
After about a good 20min in the shower, I got out, dried off, and ventured into the bedroom, glad to finally be able to go to bed.
There was nothing that could have prepared me for what I saw when I walked into my room. Laney's jeans were around her ankles, her top pulled up over her bra, and she was on her knees, sucking Ben's cock like her life depended on it!
I was absolutely frozen in place, and it was like what I was seeing wasn't even real. Here is the girl, who has virtually no interest in sex, and who will only give me a blowjob once a year, on her knees, with a black cock 6" deep in her throat. Ben looked over at me, and while holding eye contact said, "your girlfriend sure can suck a dick!"
I was still completely unable to move, as my brain was trying to decipher the scene before me.
I was speechless as he now had both hands behind her head, moving her lips up and down his shaft. A large part of me wanted to lunge at him, and punch him in the face, but another part of me was still unable to move, wondering where this was leading, and viewing this as I was watching it all happen to someone else.
To this day, I'm still not sure how everything started while I was in the shower, but it certainly appeared that even though she was very intoxicated, that she was very much a 'willing participant.' Throughout this initial scene that I had stumbled onto, I realized that I was still standing in the doorway to my bedroom, wearing only a towel.
Ben then broke the silence by saying to me, almost in a condescending tone, "Go have a seat over there, where you can see the show", motioning towards an empty chair in the corner of the bedroom. Strangely, I did as I was told, almost scared to disobey him. He then turned his attention back to Laney, pulling his cock from her mouth, and helping her to her feet. Her cheeks were flushed, her saliva was leaking down her chin, and she had yet to make eye contact with, or even acknowledge my presence in the room. He then helped her jeans from around her ankles and her top from over her head, leaving her there standing in her white cotton panties, and black bra, which was struggling to confine her heavy tits.
He then undid her bra's rear clasp, and let it fall to the floor, releasing her tits, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. She was still very unsteady on her feet, so it didn't didn't take much effort for him to push her backwards onto the bed, with the tips of her toes still on the floor. He then broke his gaze with me to look at his new "prize", as he slowly slid her panties down, revealing her neatly-trimmed pussy to him for the first time.
Aside from myself and her doctor, he was now the only other man who had ever seen her naked. My mind was quickly brought back to the current scene, as he tossed her panties in my direction, with them landing on my lap. Instinctively, I picked them up and couldn't help but noticing that they were soaking wet. He didn't waste any time as he knelt on the floor between her legs, pulled her towards the edge of the bed, parted her legs, and brought his mouth down onto her pussy for the first time. Now, Laney is someone who rarely liked me going down on her, but here she was, with her head tilted back, and eyes closed, as he was expertly licking the length of her pussy. She let some audible moans escape her lips, as her hips were now pushing back against the mouth that was devouring her.
She was responding to this in a way that I had never seen from her. Within 2 minutes of this, I noticed her fingers strongly grip the sheets, as it was obvious that she just had a major orgasm. He backed away, using her discarded jeans to dry his face, as my sweet girlfriend lay there, still shaking uncontrollably. I felt my face now turning red with rage (and a bit of jealousy) as I stood up to put an end to things. His demeanor instantly became more aggressive, as he glared at me and said, "sit yo ass down boy, and watch me give her what she really craves!" I'm not sure why I so subserviently did what he told me to, but I backed down, not wanting to challenge him.
As I cowered back down into the chair, he put his hands behind her knees, lifting her knees up to her chest, essentially folding her in half, totally exposing her tight pussy to him. He then started rubbing his huge cock head up and down her slit, in at attempt to further lubricate her pussy. Through her dazed state, she must have realized her predicament, and muttered the word "condom" to him, due to her immense fear of becoming pregnant.
He looked down at her, and said "I don't do condoms, baby girl", grabbed her by the shoulders, and buried himself to the hilt in her. Her eyes appeared to almost come out of her head, as he was hitting areas inside her that had never been touched. He unmercifully slammed himself into her with such forse that her entire ass was coming off the mattress with each thrust. I was having a hard time even comprehending how she could take his entire 10" cock, when she had told me on numerous occasions that my 5" was all she could handle.
They were both now sweating profusely, as he continued to jackhammer into her once-tight pussy. I felt my heart in my stomach, and felt both helpless to stop it, and ashamed for never having brought her to this point myself. He then turned his attention back to me and said, "Look, I told you she wanted my cock in her since we first met". His words hit home when I saw that he had stopped thrusting completely, and it was now HER who was lifting her hips to slide her pussy up and down on his large dick. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and it was obvious that she wasn't even aware I was in the room any longer.
As she was getting into her rapid, steady rhythm, he stopped her, and quickly pulled out, giving me a clear view at the open gash, that was once her tight pussy. Without any words being spoken, he then flipped her over, with her knees under her stomach, and her head face-down on the mattress. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, where her pussy & asshole were very accessible to him. I'll never forget what he said to me at that point, by turning to me and saying, "we're in the home stretch now boy!"
At that point, he put his hand on her head, pressing it into the mattress, and lined up his cock head with her open entrance for one final assault on her pussy. He pushed her head down (hard) into the mattress, and thrusted hard, hitting bottom in the first stroke. She couldn't even move as he started to jackhammer her once more, making contact with her unprotected cervix on each thrust. His pounding was relentless, and as his ass muscles tensed, and he held her hips close to him, I knew that he was emptying himself into her. He held himself in place for what seemed like an eternity, before slowly pulling back, and his now flaccid cock plopping out of her well-used hole.
When he backed up, I saw that her once tight pussy was now large, red, swollen, and gaping, as a large glob of cum fall out of her, still hanging by a strand. I knew, at that moment, that he had planted his seed deep inside her, further than I ever could. After all that, he simply pulled his pants up, slapped her on the ass, and walked out of our lives, without as much as a word.
With him being now gone, I will still glued to the chair, unable to fully comprehend everything that I had just witnessed, hoping that it was all just a bad dream.
Today, exactly 1 week later, we just finished unpacking the last of the boxes at our new place, without a single word having been spoken about that night.
My girlfriend, "Laney" and I had lived together for around 4 years, and were both extremely happy with our relationship. Other than the 20 year age gap, (me 45 / her 25), we shared all of the same interests, hobbies, and even the same profession (how we met). When we first met, I was literally her first date, first kiss, and first 'everything.'
Over the past 2 years, we had become what we consider to be "gym rats", working out 7 days a week, usually in the early mornings. Recently, we each accepted a new job (working together) in a new city, so we spent the last couple of weeks saying our 'goodbyes' to friends & family in the area.
Some of the toughest goodbyes were with our "gym buddies,"who we had grown to know daily over the past 2 years. During our last week at the gym, "Ben", one of our mutual gym friends, confessed to Laney that when she joined 2 years ago, that he had a major "crush" on her, and was about to ask her out, when he learned that her and I were a couple, which resulted in him backing off on all the flirting.
Of course the day that he confessed this to her was the 1 morning I took off from going, so I didn't get to witness it myself.
When she got home, she proceeded to tell me about their conversation, and how flattering it was to her. This struck me as a little odd because I knew how much she HATES attention from other men, but I was glad that someone made her feel good about herself. She then proceeded to go take a post-gym shower, and when I picked up her clothes to put in the laundry, I noticed that her panties were absolutely soaked! I wondered if her conversation with Ben had anything to do with it, but I just dismissed it as them being sweaty following a good workout.
It was easy to dismiss certain things like that because Laney is someone that has always considered herself to be rather 'asexual', not really being interested in sex all that much. We are only intimate about once every 2 months, and when we are, she has never let me cum in her (EVER), due to her extreme fear of pregnancy. (Even with a condom)
The next morning at the gym, I couldn't help but be extra aware of their interactions at the gym, as I was curious as to how she would now react to him. They still seemed chatty and friendly with each other, and maybe I was experiencing a small pang of jealousy, coupled with just a little bit of curiosity.
I finished my workout before she did, and walked over to where they were still chatting, to kind of 'break it up', so we could head home. Before we left, he asked if he could treat us to a dinner, before we moved away. We told him that our moving day was on Sunday, and he responded to ask if he could cook us a "going away" dinner on Friday evening.
We thought it was a nice gesture, and accepted his invitation. On our way home I asked her if Ben was ever someone she would be attracted to (if we weren't together). She said, 'no', that he was more of like a 'brother' to her, and that she really couldn't see herself with someone shorter than her (she is 5'8" and Ben is around 5'6") I was expecting her to mention something about him being Black, but she was more concerned with his height, and the fact that she could only see him as 'a friend.'
The next couple of days passed quite quickly, with mostly packing boxes and finalizing moving arrangements in our new city. Friday quickly arrived, and we retreated to each of our bathrooms to get ready to head over to Ben's for dinner. we decided not to "dress up" for suck an occasion, but to just keep it casual. When it was about time for us to leave, we met up in the living room to head to his place. I was dressed in just jeans & a polo, and she stepped out of her bathroom looking absolutely stunning! She was wearing jeans, but paired with a rather low-cut, thin top that showed her best 'assets' (34DD). After I picked my jaw up off the floor, we headed over to his place for dinner.
After putting his address in our GPS, we were surprised to see that he only lived about 1 mile from us, a fact that we had never known. We pulled into his driveway at exactly 6pm, and proceeded to walk up to the front door. It was a nice, cozy 2 BR house, and was very well appointed. Ben came to the door, greeted us, and brought us inside. We discovered that Ben was a wonderful cook, and a great host, as we enjoyed the meal he prepared, just sitting laughing, and enjoying the company. During our conversation, he finally admitted to me that he had "hit on" Laney several times when she first started going to that gym, and that she "didn't give him the time of day." We laughed and joked about her not being great at recognizing advances, particularly by the opposite sex. Once dinner was finished, he suggested that her & I relax in the living room while he cleaned the table, and would soon join us. A few minutes later, he joined us, but with wine.
We told politely informed him that he rarely drank, but he insisted, as were were about to be moving away, and we only lived 1 mile from there.
1 glass of wine eventually led to 4, and we were definitely 'feeling no pain'. By that point it was getting late, and I mentioned that I thought it best if we called it a night, said our final goodbyes, and made our way back home. Ben insisted on "just one more", even if he had to drive us home, stating that he said that he would never see us again after that. We reluctantly agreed, even though I felt we shouldn't. That last (big) glass came, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to drive, because I could hardly focus my eyes forward without the room spinning. I looked over at Laney, and she looked VERY glassy-eyed, so I knew she was probably in worse shape than I. At that moment, she asked to use his restroom, stood up, and immediately fell down. Ben chuckled and said, "Looks like it's time to bring you two home. Don't worry about your car, you can come get it in the morning." I was not able to help much, as I could barely walk myself, but I managed to help Ben get her to the back of his car. I sat with her in the back, as Ben made the short drive to our house. She was totally out of it, as someone who rarely drinks, she had consumed enough wine that she was just sputtering sentence fragments, and basically non-coherent.
Ben & I were able to get her in the front door, and to our bedroom, where we placed her on the bed, still unaware of her surroundings. I thanked Ben for the evening, as asked him if he could see himself out, while I took a shower, in an attempt to sober myself up a bit. Ben then headed towards the front door while I started my shower.
I took a much longer shower than normal, both trying to sober up, as well as replaying the night's activities in my head.
I was still intrigued with the idea that Ben had hit on her, and wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. But I figured there was no harm in it, as we were moving out of town in less than 2 days.
After about a good 20min in the shower, I got out, dried off, and ventured into the bedroom, glad to finally be able to go to bed.
There was nothing that could have prepared me for what I saw when I walked into my room. Laney's jeans were around her ankles, her top pulled up over her bra, and she was on her knees, sucking Ben's cock like her life depended on it!
I was absolutely frozen in place, and it was like what I was seeing wasn't even real. Here is the girl, who has virtually no interest in sex, and who will only give me a blowjob once a year, on her knees, with a black cock 6" deep in her throat. Ben looked over at me, and while holding eye contact said, "your girlfriend sure can suck a dick!"
I was still completely unable to move, as my brain was trying to decipher the scene before me.
I was speechless as he now had both hands behind her head, moving her lips up and down his shaft. A large part of me wanted to lunge at him, and punch him in the face, but another part of me was still unable to move, wondering where this was leading, and viewing this as I was watching it all happen to someone else.
To this day, I'm still not sure how everything started while I was in the shower, but it certainly appeared that even though she was very intoxicated, that she was very much a 'willing participant.' Throughout this initial scene that I had stumbled onto, I realized that I was still standing in the doorway to my bedroom, wearing only a towel.
Ben then broke the silence by saying to me, almost in a condescending tone, "Go have a seat over there, where you can see the show", motioning towards an empty chair in the corner of the bedroom. Strangely, I did as I was told, almost scared to disobey him. He then turned his attention back to Laney, pulling his cock from her mouth, and helping her to her feet. Her cheeks were flushed, her saliva was leaking down her chin, and she had yet to make eye contact with, or even acknowledge my presence in the room. He then helped her jeans from around her ankles and her top from over her head, leaving her there standing in her white cotton panties, and black bra, which was struggling to confine her heavy tits.
He then undid her bra's rear clasp, and let it fall to the floor, releasing her tits, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. She was still very unsteady on her feet, so it didn't didn't take much effort for him to push her backwards onto the bed, with the tips of her toes still on the floor. He then broke his gaze with me to look at his new "prize", as he slowly slid her panties down, revealing her neatly-trimmed pussy to him for the first time.
Aside from myself and her doctor, he was now the only other man who had ever seen her naked. My mind was quickly brought back to the current scene, as he tossed her panties in my direction, with them landing on my lap. Instinctively, I picked them up and couldn't help but noticing that they were soaking wet. He didn't waste any time as he knelt on the floor between her legs, pulled her towards the edge of the bed, parted her legs, and brought his mouth down onto her pussy for the first time. Now, Laney is someone who rarely liked me going down on her, but here she was, with her head tilted back, and eyes closed, as he was expertly licking the length of her pussy. She let some audible moans escape her lips, as her hips were now pushing back against the mouth that was devouring her.
She was responding to this in a way that I had never seen from her. Within 2 minutes of this, I noticed her fingers strongly grip the sheets, as it was obvious that she just had a major orgasm. He backed away, using her discarded jeans to dry his face, as my sweet girlfriend lay there, still shaking uncontrollably. I felt my face now turning red with rage (and a bit of jealousy) as I stood up to put an end to things. His demeanor instantly became more aggressive, as he glared at me and said, "sit yo ass down boy, and watch me give her what she really craves!" I'm not sure why I so subserviently did what he told me to, but I backed down, not wanting to challenge him.
As I cowered back down into the chair, he put his hands behind her knees, lifting her knees up to her chest, essentially folding her in half, totally exposing her tight pussy to him. He then started rubbing his huge cock head up and down her slit, in at attempt to further lubricate her pussy. Through her dazed state, she must have realized her predicament, and muttered the word "condom" to him, due to her immense fear of becoming pregnant.
He looked down at her, and said "I don't do condoms, baby girl", grabbed her by the shoulders, and buried himself to the hilt in her. Her eyes appeared to almost come out of her head, as he was hitting areas inside her that had never been touched. He unmercifully slammed himself into her with such forse that her entire ass was coming off the mattress with each thrust. I was having a hard time even comprehending how she could take his entire 10" cock, when she had told me on numerous occasions that my 5" was all she could handle.
They were both now sweating profusely, as he continued to jackhammer into her once-tight pussy. I felt my heart in my stomach, and felt both helpless to stop it, and ashamed for never having brought her to this point myself. He then turned his attention back to me and said, "Look, I told you she wanted my cock in her since we first met". His words hit home when I saw that he had stopped thrusting completely, and it was now HER who was lifting her hips to slide her pussy up and down on his large dick. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and it was obvious that she wasn't even aware I was in the room any longer.
As she was getting into her rapid, steady rhythm, he stopped her, and quickly pulled out, giving me a clear view at the open gash, that was once her tight pussy. Without any words being spoken, he then flipped her over, with her knees under her stomach, and her head face-down on the mattress. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, where her pussy & asshole were very accessible to him. I'll never forget what he said to me at that point, by turning to me and saying, "we're in the home stretch now boy!"
At that point, he put his hand on her head, pressing it into the mattress, and lined up his cock head with her open entrance for one final assault on her pussy. He pushed her head down (hard) into the mattress, and thrusted hard, hitting bottom in the first stroke. She couldn't even move as he started to jackhammer her once more, making contact with her unprotected cervix on each thrust. His pounding was relentless, and as his ass muscles tensed, and he held her hips close to him, I knew that he was emptying himself into her. He held himself in place for what seemed like an eternity, before slowly pulling back, and his now flaccid cock plopping out of her well-used hole.
When he backed up, I saw that her once tight pussy was now large, red, swollen, and gaping, as a large glob of cum fall out of her, still hanging by a strand. I knew, at that moment, that he had planted his seed deep inside her, further than I ever could. After all that, he simply pulled his pants up, slapped her on the ass, and walked out of our lives, without as much as a word.
With him being now gone, I will still glued to the chair, unable to fully comprehend everything that I had just witnessed, hoping that it was all just a bad dream.
Today, exactly 1 week later, we just finished unpacking the last of the boxes at our new place, without a single word having been spoken about that night.
