Hello,
It happened a couple of years ago. My girlfriend Lisa (now wife) and I had been together for about 10 years and was for the most a happy couple, but our sex life had been a little slow the previous months. I was 30 then and she was 28, and our friends had started to buy houses and start there family life. We had not.
We were invited to a friend's 30 years birthday at his parents summer residence, which was located by the sea at the east coast of Jutland (in Denmark). It was a big party, with family, new and old friends, people from his work and some neighbours. I guess there were more than 100 invited. The party was in a big tent in the garden and for those who wanted to stay overnight it was possible to camp on the neighbours lawn. Most of our friends brought their tents.
We also brought our tent and after 1 hour public transportation and a little walk, we arrived at the party late afternoon on a perfect summer day.
The party was a lot of fun and around midnight the wine and the drinks had done their job. People started to dance, and since I am not a great dancer I placed my self at were I could small talk and have look at the dance floor.
Lisa who loves to dance, enjoyed her self and I loved to look at her moving her sexy body on the dance floor. She made me proud.
I of course got more and more drunk and I started to notice that she had danced a lot with one particular guy, my friends tennis partner.
I asked Lisa if she wanted to join me for bed, but she had so much fun that she said no. I waited a while and got more drunk and even more jealous. I asked her again and she still didn't want to join me for bed. We a had a minor discussion and I went drunk and angry to the tent alone.
I woke up early in the morning, dry in my mouth and I needed to pee. The sun had rised, the music had stopped playing from the tent and Lisa wasn't laying beside me. I went out of the tent to pee, there was no one around and the camp site was quiet. I had a quick look around, but Lisa was not there.
Back in the tent I started to worry. Not for Lisa's safety, I knew she was all right, but for the embarrassment I would feel when all the others wake up for breakfast and would I sit there all alone not knowing were my girlfriend was.
And my friends would look at each other with that special look in there eyes indicating that she is likely getting laid, and at the same time they would tell me that I don't have to worry and that she probably just have gone for a walk at the beach.
Then she arrived at the breakfast table and a couple of minutes later my friends tennis partner arrives. They don't look at each other, but everyone at the table is thinking the same as me and the conversation turns awkward.
Thinking all these paranoid thoughts made me horny and I started to wank my self in my sleeping bag. For a while I hoped that Lisa wouldn't be back before I had cum.
But suddenly I could hear her fumbling with the tents zipper and before I knew it she was back beside me.
I was both angry, worried and horny and I didn't know what feeling to respond to. I chose to make a pass on her, so I started to kiss and hug her and I moved her hand down in my sleeping bag so she could feel my rock hard cock. She avoided my attempt to have sex and said she was tired and wanted to sleep. I begged her to wank me off and she gave me an impassionate hand job. I was picturing my naked Lisa riding the tennis partners big cock in his tent trying to avoid making noises. I suddenly I had Cum all over in my sleeping bag.
The next morning there was a big breakfast table in the party tent, which people joined as they woke up. We sat down with our friends, and I tried to figure out if anything had happened, after I went to sleep, between my Lisa and the tennis partner. But nobody mentioned a thing and nobody tried to avoid talking to me or Lisa. Everything seemed normal, so I started to relax and to blame my self for being paranoid.
But then the tennis partner entered the tent and sat down at our end of the table. I could immediately feel that Lisa got tense. She started to talk with a faster pace and she laughed a bit louder than she normal woulf do. I shot down in jealousy and I dont think I said a word during the rest of the breakfast, and when the tennis partner (Allan) and Lisa started to small talk I left the table and went to pack our tent and gear.
When I was nearly finished Lisa came back from the breakfast. She said she did not want to take the public bus back home and that we had been offered seats in Allan's car (the tennis partner). I argued that we had to keep Peter, Niels and Marie company at the bus trip and it would be on polite and selfish not to join them.
She insisted and said that she would drive with him alone if I wanted to take the public bus. So before I knew it, our tent and gear was in his trunk and I was seated in the back seat right behind Lisa.
The conversation between Lisa and Allan flowed easily and I felt lonely at the back seat. Half way home Allan asked if anyone needed to visit a restroom? I said no, but both Allan and Lisa could use a pee. So we made a pit stop at the next gas station, and Allan asked me to stay and watch for the car.
I waited for about 5-7 minutes and I started to wonder why it took them both so long time to visit the toilet. The toilets was at the back side of the building, so I couldn't see if there was any queue. I started to imagine them together in the handicap toilet, kissing and hugging and Lisa going down on her knees to blow him off.
As the night before I started to get both worried, angry and horny at the same time, and not to know which feeling to respond to. But before I knew it I was rubbing my rock hard cock from the outside of my shorts and started to hope that they wouldn't be back, before I had finished myself.
After 10-15 minutes (I don't know) Allan appeared from behind the building and went in to gas stations supermarket. A minute later Lisa was back in the car. I asked her why it had taken her so long and she explained that there only was one toilet and there had been a line for it.
Even though I wanted that explanation to be true, I was somehow disappointed. I was so horny at that moment and I needed relief.
I told her that I needed to go to the rest room to take a pee. (That way I could both control her one toilet explanation and finish my wank). She started to argue for, that we soon was back home and that I have had plenty of time to visit the toilet. Then Allan was back in the car with drinks for all and a DVD he had bought for his Sunday entertainment. And before I knew it, we were back on the road.
They started to talk about the movie Allan (Dogville, by Lars von Trier) had bought. Allan asked me if I have seen the movie, I told him I had and explained that I thought I was highly overrated and boring. But it of course it was a matter of taste.
Lisa remembered that I had been to the movies alone with Niels and Marie, because she had been sick that evening, and she had not had the opportunity to see the movie afterwards.
Allan said that we were welcome to join him and watch the movie at his place. And maybe have some pizza and stuff.
Lisa was enthusiastic about the idea and accepted the invitation immediately. Then she turned to me, and suggested I didn't join them, since I didn't like the movie. Check mate.
Soon after I stood alone at the sidewalk, outside our apartment, watching Allan's car disappear down the road with my Lisa inside it.
In the evening I started to worry if she would ever come home again. I blamed my self for have pushed her in to the arms of another man. It was I who had introduced to dirty talk about her fucking with another man, when we were having sex. It was also I who continuously had asked her if she ever longed for a bigger cock than mine and it was also I who had permitted her to have an affair if she wanted to.
By the time she have gotten more and more in to my little fantasy and she had started to enjoy it as much as I do. But all this was mostly dirty talk meant for fantasy only or at most as a possibility in the distant future. In real life it felt real scary, even though it made me feel so horny.
I spent my time waiting being angry at her, being mad at my self, worrying and wanking (and not allowing my self to cum). The first couple of hours I was real angry and disappointed in her. By the time I had calculated her being back from the movie and she didn't show up I started to worry and to blame my self. So the next hour I spent tidying up the apartment, cooking her favourite dinner and did all I could to make her feel loved. But she did not show up. The rest of the evening I wanked and worried.
It got late and I was tired from the party the night before, so I went to bed. Around midnight I heard the key in the front door and Lisa coming home. She went to the bathroom making ready for bed. I could hear her brush her teeth. Soon she would be back beside me and I would show her all my love with some passionate sex. But, I heard her taking a shower.
Like a fist I the face it hit me, she had fucked him.
When she finally came in bed (naked as usual), I pretended to sleep with my back turned to her. She started to read a book before going to sleep. I turned to her and cuddled up to her. She did not react and continued to read. She smelled of soap, her skin was so soft and all I wanted was to have her right now. I kissed her breast and pressed my horny little cock up against her body. No reaction. I started to move my free hand down to her pussy, but I was stopped. She removed my hand from her body and continued to read.
"Was it a good movie?" I broke the silence.
"Yes we both enjoyed it a lot." Silence.
"Why did you come back so late?"
"We both fell a sleep, in the middle of a second movie." Silence
"Did you fuck him?" Silence.
"Do you think my cock is too small?" Silence.
She lay her book down and pushed me off of her. "Yes, I did fuck him and no your cock is not too small"
I was shocked. "Do you want to leave me?"
She looked at me "No." And then she started to cry.
It is hard to admit that I was happy, but I was. And my cock turned rock hard again.
"Was he good?" I took her hand and lead it down to my cock and hoped she would take the invitation to somehow make peace.
She started to wank me.
"Was he good?" I asked again. This time she answered,
"Yep, so good and hard." I tried to make her sit on my cock to ride me to cum. She resisted but continued to wank me and tell me about what she did with Allan.
I tried again to make her ride my cock. She did sensing my being okay with what she did and in a flash, I came.
The next day at the breakfast table (and the first day of our 3 weeks summer holiday) I told her that I loved very much and that I was happy that she had a good time. I also told her that it had hurt to see her being attracted to Allan.
She listened in silence and when I had finished, she started to talk. She told me that she also loved me and that she also was happy being with me and is turned on by the fantasies and had fun with Allen and would be up to it again but loves only me.
I got over behind her chair and started to kiss her neck and told her that I was sorry. Besides the humiliation I was very turned on and all I wanted was some passionate sex with my Lisa, with or without dirty talk.
We made love and after she came twice, Lisa had made me cum. She won't see Allen anymore but we will look for others. This just worked out.
Humiliated Bloke
