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Unfaithfully Mine, Faithfully His
My name is Jason. I met my girlfriend, Donna, almost six years ago
while in college and was immediately hers. Although Donna is
indisputably beautiful at 5 foot 7 inches, 115 pounds, with
ashen-blond hair reaching to just below her shoulders, a sincere face,
a narrow waist, and full C breasts, her caring personality is the
charm that renders her irresistible. Nonetheless, on my 21st birthday
we had been exclusive for almost two years and I was still unready to
say the word "forever" so I suggested we see other people. At the
time, I enjoyed general success with women and hoped a less committed
relationship would let me "have my cake and eat it too." Was I wrong.
Tearfully, Donna agreed to the suggestion but insisted on some ground
rules. First, each of us would be required to describe in detail our
sexual relations with others. Second, each of us would use a condom
if we had intercourse with another partner whether or not a different
method of birth control was being used (Donna has been on the pill
since soon after we met). Third, neither of us would be permitted to
date anyone in our common circle of friends. Finding her conditions
reasonable, I eagerly agreed.
For several months, I casually dated other women. Usually, these
relationships amounted to little more than a few encounters with some
kissing or petting. Although I always told Donna who I was seeing and
when, we rarely discussed the details and Donna seemed happy not
knowing. In any case, I was having fun dipping my fingers into a wide
assortment of cunts and sometimes even getting my cock sucked. What's
that corny saying? "Variety's the spice of life" . . . I sure thought
so.
Donna was less pleased with the status quo. Though she was constantly
pursued by other men, she rarely dated and when she did, it seemed to
be as "just friends." Even better, I made sure to fuck her pussy
until it was good and sore just before any of her dates. Sometimes I
would show up at her apartment only a half hour before her date was
expected to arrive and interrupt her dressing, putting on her make-up,
etc. by jamming my stiff cock into her unready pussy. It was
wonderful! I'd stand behind her, pull her skirt or dress up to her
waist, and bend her over the bed or couch before lubing my cock with
saliva and penetrating her. She'd quickly be fucking back while I
pounded hard and fast; we both came harder during those sessions
than during normal love-making. When her date arrived, she would
practically run out the door hoping to escape before he noticed her
mottled, flush skin or the sex-smell filling the apartment. While she
was out, I would hang with the boys or maybe go on a date of my own
knowing that my semen was trickling from her damp pussy while she sat
making small talk with some schmuck.
Somehow or another, we managed to keep our relationship open for more
than a year before encountering a serious problem. Donna began to
date a close friend of mine, Anthony, and I wasn't sure how I felt
about it. Well, I guess I thought it sucked but wasn't sure if I
could persuade Donna to drop Anthony without sacrificing my own
freedom.
On their first date, Anthony took Donna to the movies. I was waiting
for Donna when she returned and challenged: "not in our circle of
friends, huh?"
She giggled, "Oh, come on, you know Anthony's intentions are
completely innocent. We're just friends. We didn't do anything, not
even a 'good night' kiss. Besides, when we agreed that we wouldn't
date our mutual friends, I was talking about real dates. I'm not
dating Anthony, I just go out with him to pass the time while you're
out chasing high school floozies."
What could I say? I had anticipated this response but didn't know how
to handle it. "If you say it's 'just friends', I believe you, but I
want you to promise that Anthony knows it's 'just friends.'"
She countered playfully, "of course he knows; he's your best friend
isn't he? You're being silly." With that she pulled her turtleneck
over her head exposing the silk bra which smothered her round breasts.
"Let's go to bed," she suggested and walked into the bedroom.
Noticing that her maroon nipples were standing erect, I followed,
teasing "Yeah, alright, but that better be from the chill outside."
After a month or so of very limited dating, Donna seemed to lose
interest in Anthony and started spending more time with her
girlfriends, Stacey and Karen. On nights when the ladies hit the
bars, I would hang with my male friends or play with some cute
underclass toy. On these evenings, Donna would come in sometime after
one o'clock, feeling four or five draft beers, and teasingly demand
that I eat her pussy. Usually, I was feeling my own buzz and would,
with half-closed eyes, listen to her gab as she walked round the
bed peeling-off and discarding her clothes on the floor. Though we
eventually fell into a pattern where she would immediately climb onto
my face and use my mouth to please her already sloppy cunt, I was
surprised the first time she behaved so demandingly.
Though Donna was a good lover, she had never been particularly
aggressive and preferred fucking to oral sex. She disliked giving
head and felt uncomfortable receiving because of the unspoken pressure
to reciprocate. Given this history, her new demands caught me
off-guard and I asked for an explanation.
Straddling my chest while dragging her fingers through her noticeably
wet pussy, she explained that sexual subjects had dominated the
conversation that evening and went on to describe in detail some of
the fantasies she, Stacey, and Karen had shared. As she finished her
story, she said, "Anyway, I know you've been using your tongue to
impress those freshmen and sophomore bimbos who spread their legs for
you, its about time you started impressing me, too." With that, she
used her strong legs to pin my arms against me chest and sides and
forced her gooey box onto my face and into my mouth. "Hold my pussy
open," she commanded, "I want your mouth to be completely filled with
my sticky juice."
Conceding, I slurped my tongue through the pink folds and tangled
hair noticing that she was wetter and tangier than ever before. After
coming, she slid down next to me commenting that I should get used to
this new routine. My cock was rock solid by now, and figuring that I
was about to get mine, I started to mount her. Before I could get my
cock inside her, however, she'd clamped shut her legs mumbling
something about having my turn later.
During the next month or so, Donna went out with Stacy and Karen on a
regular basis and repeated her demands each evening when she got home.
Throughout this period, I didn't get my cock into her a single time
and had accustomed myself to masturbating when she tired of riding my
face. It may be hard to believe, but I didn't mind too much; I had
never seen her strong side and kind of liked the idea of my girlfriend
being a bit of a dominatrix.
Maybe six weeks after Donna's liberation, I was blindsided by news of
just how liberated she had become. While having beers with three
friends, someone, I think Jerry, observed that Anthony was
conspicuously absent. The comment seemed directed at me and I asked
whether Anthony planned on stopping by later. My question triggered
some uncomfortable chuckling around the room and Tim, another friend,
suggested I ask Donna.
Well, I knew what this was about. I explained, "Look guys, Anthony
and Donna dated a little but that was a couple of months ago and I
know exactly what happened -- nothing!" I continued, "Donna tells me
everything and asked for approval before seeing him. I wanted to see
other women so I said 'OK.' You all may be hypocrites but I'm not, and
if I was going to date around, how could I ask her not to?"
"Nothing? That's not what we heard," Tim countered, "Anthony says he's
been plugging her with his fat cock two or three times a week for over
a month." Laughing, Matt added, "I've seen Anthony's cock; if he's
putting that thing into her on a regular basis she'll be ruined for
mere mortals." Tim finished, "I'd bet he's banging her right now."
I didn't know what to say. "You're full of shit," I challenged, only
half believing my own words. A sickening feeling was growing in my
gut. "She's out with Stacey and Karen. The three of them may spend a
lot of time talking about sex, but they aren't fucking anybody."
Tim said, "Look, I'm just playing devil's advocate, but Stacey told me
she was staying-in tonight. Why don't we give her a call and see?"
Throwing back the rest of my beer, I agreed, "sure." What the hell?
If I was right and Donna was being truthful it would shut them up; if
I was wrong . . . well, I needed to find out sooner or later.
Jerry dialed Stacey's number and clicked on the speaker phone. The
room was hush as we listened to the electronic rings on the other end
of the line.
On the third ring, Stacey picked up, "Hello?".
"Hi, Stacey. This is Tim. What are you doing tonight?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess. I thought I might study."
"Yeah, right. Some of us were thinking about grabbing some beers at
Peanut's and thought we might persuade you to join us?"
Except for her agreement, I didn't really hear the rest of the
conversation. When Tim hung up, no one spoke at first. After a
minute, Tim said, "Well, you heard her guys, we've gotta meet Stacey
at Peanut's in a half-hour." As the group filed out of Jerry's
apartment, Matt joked, "Hey Jason, better buy one of those vacuum
pumps for your dick or start looking for a new girlfriend."
I declined the invitation to get into it with him and started for
Anthony's. As I left, Tim was serious for a minute, "Don't do anything
crazy."
Not sure of my next step, I walked towards the liquor store thinking
that whatever I ended up doing, another six-pack would make it easier.
Beer in hand, I considered my options. First, Tim was right - I
shouldn't do anything crazy. Maybe, the whole thing was innocent. So
Donna wasn't with Stacey; she could have a million explanations
besides, "I was fucking Anthony." In any case, the possibility that
Donna was banging one of my close friends made me sick and I had to
find out. Had she ever gone out with Stacey and Karen, or had she
been fucking Anthony for the past month as Jerry said? The timing
seemed right. I headed for Anthony's.
Anthony lived in an old apartment building which seemed to permanently
smell of blackened fish; on the way up the elevator, my thoughts
wavered between cajun food and the sound of Donna moaning as her pussy
stretched to take Anthony's hard dick.
Apartment 713. I knocked on the wooden door still unsure of my plan.
An old Genesis tune slid through the cracks surrounding the door; he
was home. Finally, the bolt turned and the door swung inward.
Anthony stood there for a second, his hair wet and a blue bath towel
around his waist. Seemingly unsurprised to see me, he invited me in.
"I was just on my way to meet you guys," he explained as he headed for
his bedroom. "Go ahead and grab a beer while I get dressed."
Opening another of the beers which I had purchased earlier, beers
which Anthony seemed not to notice, I watched him walk down the hall.
I guess if Donna was going to sleep with one of my friends, he wasn't
a bad choice. He was in good shape and had a hairy chest; something I
didn't offer that I knew Donna was into. Matt had mentioned a big
cock, too; I wouldn't find out about that til later.
When Anthony came back into the room, he was wearing only a bathrobe.
Sitting down next to me on the couch, he casually asked "what's up?"
"You're fucking Donna, aren't you?" I blurted.
For a minute he just looked at me, then answered, "Yeah. She loves my
cock and you obviously don't satisfy her at home or she wouldn't be
here all the time. She just left."
I didn't know what to say. "You're lying," I responded.
"No, I thought about lying, but why bother? I'm not going to stop
fucking her. Hell, now that you know, I may fuck her more often.
Maybe everyday, maybe in your bed, maybe in her ass."
I dove at him, spilling my beer, and we wrestled for a minute before
he pinned me on the floor. I was on my stomach with my left arm
pulled painfully far behind my back. He was on top of me with one
hand on my left arm and the other under my neck.
Gritting his teeth, he continued, "You know what Donna's pussy smells
like, don't you?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"What about the taste? You know what it tastes like, don't you?"
"Yes," again.
"Well, here's your proof," he exclaimed while rolling off of me and
jamming something soft into my open mouth.
Jumping up, I pulled Donna's damp, cum-stained panties out of my
mouth. They were smeared with her juices, his cum, and my saliva.
Holding the door open, he said "Get out of here. When you calm down,
call me, and we'll work things out. Don't mention any of this to
Donna. If she finds out that you know, I'll take her for good. If
you don't believe me, just try to put your little prick in her; I told
her to stop fucking you over a month ago and I know you haven't
been inside of her since."
This was too much. Clasping Donna's bunched panties in my hand, I
left.
That night, I waited for Donna as usual. When she came in, she
stripped like normal and immediately straddled my face, rhythmically
grinding her wetness against me while I probed inside of her with my
tongue. For the first time in six weeks, I knew the true reason she
was wet and why her juices were so tangy. Contemplating how to
confront her while sucking her sloppy hole, I was surprised when my
cock grew hard. How could I be hard knowing that another man's cum was
dribbling out of my girlfriend and into my mouth? I began
concentrating on the taste, trying to distinguish her from him. As
her legs began to tighten against my temples and her breathing became
gasping, I felt my cock begin to twitch and soon my own cum wasoozing
out of my pulsing cock.
Donna didn't notice until she laid her hand on my belly as she cuddled
against me. She sat up and put a finger to her mouth. "God! I must
have tasted really good tonight. You came just from eating me!. He
told me you'd come around eventually."
"'He' who?" I asked.
Catching herself, she gave me a puzzled look "I didn't say anything
about 'he'." Satisfied, she gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek
and was soon asleep.
I, however, couldn't sleep. Had I cum without touching my cock just
from knowing that I was eating Anthony's semen out of Donna's box? I
had intended to confront Donna and demand that she fuck me but now I
was limp and wouldn't be able to get into her sloppy cunt even if she
wanted it.
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