Hello,
Last night, I finally got the two word text that we all love: "He’s here."
My girlfriend and I have a very strong relationship built on strong communication and trust. We started talking in 2016, and now we've been dating for about a year and a half, which is her longest relationship. Over the course of this time, we naturally started creating our own inside jokes. One of them was, as an example: "Where did this come from?" "Oh, it was my other boyfriend." These jokes were harmless and we'd both laugh, but I started thinking more into it... what if she did have a "other boyfriend"? I knew that I always had kind of a Cuckold fetish, but never thought it would come to fruition. The harmless jokes continued.
In February, when I was out of town for a conference, we were texting each other about how our days were going. I asked her what she did last night and a joke about an adult online profile was made. Then I straight up told her, "You know, if you were to want to fuck somebody else, I wouldn't have a problem with it. My only two stipulations are to use condoms, and give no names." She was shocked. She kept asking "Really?" and I kept reassuring her that it was okay.
Fast-forward a bit:
As time goes on, the jokes get more raunchier and start to develop a serious tone. She says "You know there's like a slim chance this'll happen, right?" I tell her "I know! But just know that I'm okay with it." Hell, I even tell her that if she's uncomfortable doing it at the house (we have a roommate), I'll pay for a hotel room for her. She always just said "We'll see."
Then, this last week she told me that she wanted to get wine drunk and flirty at the bar. So we go to our favorite bar on Friday night, we drink a little, and she asks for a final word of assurance from me "Are you okay with it?" I whole-heartedly say yes. She knows I'm gonna be gone all day the next day and says "Well, let's see how I feel tomorrow night. I do have a booty-call that I'm comfortable with. We had sex for 2 years before me and you got together."
So yesterday, Saturday, I'm gone for my trip and she's taking care of her own business. As day turns to night and as the night goes on, and I'm riding back home with somebody, she texts me a pic of a huge bottle of wine and says, "I'm going to get drunk." I know what this means. She could never do it completely sober. As she gets more drunk, she hints more and more at it. Then she finally says "I texted him."
I almost audibly gasp. It's finally happening. Then she says "I think he's coming over." followed by "He'll be here in 30 minutes." I'm starting to shake at this point. I'm loving it. I tell her that I'm going to be home in less time than that, to which she replies, "Go to a bar and drink! I'll let you know when I'm done." Then, she sends me a snap of her, with the caption "Currently". She looks so hot and so ready. So as I get back into town, she sends it:
"He's here."
I tell her that I love her and to have fun. I go out to a couple of bars and wait. She reads my text 20 minutes later, then radio silence for 15 minutes... 30 minutes... 45 minutes... An hour... Damn. He's not staying over is he? I need to get some sleep, too. An hour, thirty... An hour, forty-five...
At the 2 hour mark I finally text her, asking if everything was ok. Did she chicken out? Did she knock out? Is it still going on? She texts me "It's done." and then sends me a snap: rosy cheeks, kissy red lips, messy hair, and devious eyes, with the caption "After ;)" I get rock hard.
She tells me it's good to come home. I rush home, park, open the door, slowly walk to her room. The house is clean, candles are lit, and the blinds are all shut. As I walk into the bedroom, she looks up at me with a huge smile on her face. I walk over to the trashcan and see the condom in there. She goes "This feels so weird! I can't believe I did it!" I lay down next to her and start kissing her. I was laying in the same spot where, just minutes before, another man was laying with her. This is the hottest thing that's ever happened in my life.
I tell her to give me all the details and from what she told me, she made the best use of her time. They did just about everything:
Dick sucking, ball sucking, pussy eating, face-sitting, missionary, doggy, 69, etc. She tells me "It lasted for almost 2 hours... and he was fucking me hard the whole time... he made me cum twice." DAMN! That's way better than anything I can normally do. I mean, we have some great sex moments and I have made her cum multiple times, but we've never gone two hours straight with that kind of hardcore fucking. At this point, she's ready to go to bed... "I'm exhausted and my pussy is sore. He fucked me so hard for so long." I ask her "On a scale of 1 to 10, how hot was it?" She laughs and says "Pretty fucking hot." "So 10?" "Yes, definitely 10."
"Are you wanting to do it again in the future?" She smiles and says "Yes. I'm definitely going to want fuck him again." We go to sleep next to each other in her bed, where just moments before, she was getting the absolute fucking of her life... from another man.
And the most exciting part about this is that this is only the beginning. I'm thinking that maybe I should buy her some lingerie for the next occasion...
NsCouple
