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