The first time I saw her, i was in the first year of university. We were both studying finance. She was absolutely beautiful, quite short, about 5’1. A pretty face, thin body (size 6) 32DD breasts ( I learnt later) and a nice ass that I loved to watch as she walked. She always wore heels.
I told a female friend how much I liked her. It just so happened that this friend had spoken to her a couple of times. She told me her name, but also warned me.. ‘she’s got a few issues..’
I didn’t know what to make of that. But I was delighted to see her open profile on Facebook. I spent hours trawling through her pictures, admiring her.. and I’m ashamed to say fantising and wanking over her . As I got past the more recent pictures I saw the older ones. Her last boyfriend was a big black guy called Sean (6ft+ , muscular, strong and intimidating) .. he looked way too big for a small girl like her. But there were so many pictures of them kissing while she looked into the camera.
I stalked her Facebook over the next year or so, and over the summer saw her change her relationship status back to single. As the second year of university began, her new pictures were of drunken nights out. There were a few of her 21st birthday party, where she was grinding on the dance floor with a white, but handsome and nerdy looking guy with glasses, her had his arms around her as she pressed up against him.
I finally got to meet her as a small group of classmates formed a extra study class. We were both a part of it, and we got talking over a group coffee break.
We got together shortly afterwards, the sex was amazing. She was insatiable, dirty and kinky, she had a really high sex drive. As a virgin, I was amazed, and truly spoilt. Her favourite was being fucked against a wall, but I wasn’t strong enough to give that to her.
We had a slightly on and off relationship for a while, and we took a break over the summer. We got speaking again towards the beginning of the third year. We both told each other that we hadn’t been with anyone else during the few months that we were broken up. I went to visit her for a few days before the term started, we didn’t do anything for the first three nights, but on the fourth day I took her shopping , treated her to a few things, and we finally had sex again when we got back. The next morning she left early for work. I stayed over at her place, planning to do some studying.
I opened up her laptop, and noticed that her Facebook was logged in. I shouldn’t have, but the curiosity got the better of me. I looked through her private messages
There were quite a few, two from close friends of mine, trying to flirt with her, she’d ignored them both.
One however, was a guy called Dean. His profile picture was a good looking, muscular white guy with two hot girls next to him. It looked like they worked together at the cinema.
The messages were along the lines of:
Dean: wish you were here again baby. My cock is missing you
Shreena: wish you were here in my bed. Lying here with no underwear thinking of last night
Dean: Hmm you dirty slut. Didn’t you get enough of it ?
Shreena: I can never get enough of that big cock.. you know that baby. Do you wanna come over later?
The messages stopped there. I can only assume they took it to text message. They were dated about a week ago
I had no idea what to think at the time. This was before I knew how much I loved being a cuckold. I was really hurt, devastated. The thought of her in the very bed I was sleeping on with her legs spread for this guy made me sick. But I couldn’t help but admire him. How had he managed to turn my high maintenance girlfriend into such an easy slut ?
I didn’t say anything about it for a while. But I kept an eye on her activity. We got back together and our relationships still had it’s ups and downs.
We lived about 10 minutes walk from each other. Me on my own and her with about 3 other guys.
One was a black guy called Shane in his early 20s, and a older, nerdy white guy called Gary. I never saw any messages, but I suspected they were both fucking her.
I was once chilling at her place when Shane knocked on her door. He came with a small gift bag, some bath gels for her birthday. He saw me sitting on the bed, but didn’t pay me any more attention. They spoke for about half an hour while I sat there listening to them. Every so often his hands would creep up to hold her waist, he ‘d whisper something into her ear and she would giggle. I excused myself, annoyed at being ignored to get some water. When I got back 10 minutes later, he excused himself and left. As soon. As he’d gone. She saw me on the bed, and straddled me. She was soaking wet like I’d never seen before. She gave me the ride of my life. But she made me wear a condom, which she’d never done before
I was really confused about beside myself for the first few weeks after this. On one hand it turned me on so much . Just picturing my delicate, beautiful girlfriend being used by these guys. On the other I hated being lied to. It was constant torture worrying about where she was, and who she was with. It was eating me alive. She’d made a new friend during a group coursework called Amish. They were spending a lot of time together, and even went to the cinema a few times on their own. She insisted they were just friends, but I was uncomfortable with how quick they were to let their touch linger on each other’s while I was there.
It all came to a head when we were sitting watching TV one evening at my place. Her phone kept buzzing and it began to annoy me. I eventually snatched it off her. She fought desperately to take it back from me. Tears flowing from her eyes as I pushed her hands aside. She sat helplessly as I read the latest message from Gary. The phone buzzed in my hand.
(Newest to old)
Gary: sure. Just knock on my door when you get back baby. I’ll be up.. and so will he:)
Shreena: Just stuck at my friends place Wish I was with you right now. Are you at home? Wish I was wrapped up in your big arms. Xxx
Gary: don’t worry baby. Everything will be ok. I’ll look after my girl.. what are you up to babe?
Shreena: thanks so much for everything I’ve been so stressed out lately. I really appreciate the other night.
I quickly scrolled through… there were hundreds of messages between them.
What the fuck is this I asked? Furious. ‘We’re just friends. Give me my phone back. You have no right to read my messages’ was her reply. Her anger also starting to rise. But she was biting her lip. She was squirming. ‘ Don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t give me that crap. How stupid do you think i am. ‘
She snatched her phone and walked straight out of the front door. I didn’t hear from her for two weeks , but I resolved that I wouldn’t contact her again. I cried a lot. And o was heartbroken. But I couldn’t help wanking over the thought of her with these other guys several times a day.. imagining what they were doing to her..
Two weeks later, she messaged me saying. “I don’t want us to end. I love you’. Can we talk?
I replied back saying ‘I love you too. Yes. Do you want to come over? We should talk in person. ‘
She was reluctant, and wanted to speak over the phone. I held my ground, and a few hours later she was over at mine wearing a tight fitted black dress and showed off her ass perfectly. We spoke very briefly to begin with, tje awlward conversati9nal topics you normslly cover after a fight. How are you, how have you been? By the time we got round to addresing the elephant in the room i was so tired and fed up of being lied to. I just said ‘ I know about Dean, I know about Amish, Gary and Shane. ‘ (I didn’t know about all of them, I just suspected, but I bluffed) I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It hurts me so much. I can’t stand it. I’ve been thinking about it every hour of every day the last two weeks. But it’s not the other guys. It’s the lying I hate the most. I can’t live like this anymore. I need you to stop lying , I need you to he honest with me. I can’t be with someone I don’t trust’. She began to cry again, and when she replied her bluntless caught me by surprise. ‘You’re right. About all of them.. and there’s a few more too (My eyes widened at this point). The truth is, I love you. I really do. But, I’m just not that attracted to you. It’s not that you aren’t attractive, you are. And I’m sure there are girls out there who would really find you hot. But for me, I like taller, bigger men. But i still love how safe and secure I feel with you. I don’t want to lose that. ‘ I replied ‘i have to he honest… As much as I hate to admit.. the thought of you with these other guys kind of turns me on a bit. Just imagining what you’re both doing together, how they all seduce you into their beds.. or yours. I’ve been thinking a lot. And i think I’m willing to let you continue doing it. I don’t want to stop you. You and speak to, and fuck who you want. But there’s one condition. I want to know everything. I want to know all the details, I want to see all the messages, and you have to tell all the guys about me. I need 100% transparency from you.”
She was taken aback by this. Still crying a little. By this point I was so emotionally spent I didn’t care too much either way. She told me so couldn’t decide. She wanted time. She left, and we kissed each other goodbye. We were both crying a little, we knew this could be the last time we ever spoke, or saw each other.
I didn’t here from her for two days, it was complete torture waiting for the phone to buzz. I was certain my phone had somehow deleted Her message or didn’t have signal. and I was finally starting to get my head around the fact that she must have decided she didn’t want to continue our relationship, and I should think about moving on, the phone buzzed. ‘I’ve thought about it. ‘I want us to continue our relationship.. I’ll do whatever it takes. I love you xxx’
For the next two weeks we didn’t really discuss our new arrangement. I think we were both a bit too shy to say anything. But there was definitely an exciting sexual tension in the air. We had a lot of make-up sex. It was amazing. And every so often would say something like “Hmm. This Gary’s favourite position”. “I love it when Dean does it this way.. ” ” when Amish cums he’s ready to go again in 20 minutes.. ” “Shane loves it from behind.. he always smacks my ass when we fuck’ . We spoke about her encounters with the other guys a lot. But she never mentioned seeing any of them soon. I almost began to think she’d forgotten out agreement. In the next few weeks we were both a little stressed out. We had some Important coursework to hand in, and we didn’t have energy or time for much else.
A few days before the papers were due, she casually mentioned that she’s been really stressed out. But Amish (who was taking the same course as us and was also working on his paper) asked if she’d like to go out and celebrate all their hard work with a few drinks. She asked me if I was ok with it. I wasn’t sure at first, I was a little hurt as first. I thought we could have spent some time together. I was hesitant, and a little jealous. But i agreed. I asked to see their messages, and she handed over her phone without a second thought. I saw some messages over the last few days, mostly innocent and talking about the coursework. But the last message was from Amish. Asking if she wanted to go out for a few drinks on Friday. True to her word, she’d been open and transparent with me. I told her she could. She told me that Amish lived with his parents, amd asked if i would mind going out somewhere on friday night , and if she could invite him to my place. She wanted more privacy than she would get at her place. The thought of it all, and the message got me excited, and I started to reply using her phone. She told me to stop, but noticed how excited I was and reluctantly let me continue
Shreena: Hey, yea. Let’s meet up. My bf is away too so we could chill out at his place afterwards 🙂
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