For some background, Catherine and I had been dating maybe four years when this took place, and you can rest easy knowing we're now happily married with several years separating us and this incident. As far as descriptions go, I'm 5'11, brown wavy haired, pale skinned, and decently good looking. Catherine is more like 5'6, fit from doing yoga all the time, and also light skinned. She has breasts that are just the right size and perfectly shaped, a beautiful smile, and a laugh that brings down the house. She toes the line between cute and outright sexy extremely well. She catches your eye at first glance with her looks and sense of style, but getting to know and understand her reveals an entirely new dimension of attraction.
Catherine and I started dating in high school before going to college together. With the way we each reacted to college life, you'd have expected the normal fate of most high school relationships. I put in the minimum effort required to maintain an above average GPA so that I could party with all my new friends while Catherine continued her streak of being somewhat reserved and grinding out impressive grades and accomplishments each semester. This contrast proved to be the primary wedge within our relationship during the college years, but I never doubted my desire to stick with her for the long term or her commitment to me. Only in retrospect did I realize just how large the divide came to be.
Towards the end of my junior year, I was on my way back from a concert in a neighboring city with a few friends. I was coming down from a roll I took earlier in the night and looking to hang out until the wee hours bullshitting and probably taking more drugs. When I got to my house, Catherine called me, her voice quivering, and asked if I could pick her up. Alarm bells were going off in my head – nothing about this seemed right, and I dreaded finding out what happened. I hadn't been drinking that night and felt okay post-roll, so I made the short drive to the dorm where she was on campus (more red flags and confusion since we lived off campus and rarely went there for anything other than class). I found her on the side of the road standing near Greg, someone I'd lived in the dorms with and considered a decent friend. He was an RA now and of course knew Catherine as we'd been dating since before I met him.
No words were spoken as she meekly got in the car, and I didn't acknowledge Greg in the slightest. I barely even knew what was going on at this point but was anxiously churning through the possibilities in my head. Within a couple minutes of driving, she burst into tears and admitted she got too drunk (she rarely drinks to excess) and did something she can never take back. I knew what this meant. I told her I couldn't address it in my current mindset and dropped her at home to worry endlessly if I would forgive her or not. I snorted a couple lines of MDMA when I got back to my house and buried my face in my best friend Tom's chest, unable to even cry or feel anything except numbness but needing desperately to be held. We smoked and drank ourselves to sleep, and the rest of the night I ignored Catherine's texts.
I awoke to a message from Catherine asking if I would come over. During my heart to heart with Tom the night before, I had ultimately decided not to break it off – in my mind, doing so would be worse in the long-term because I knew she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She so rarely makes mistakes while I'm a beacon of imperfection and constant letdown in comparison. My opinion was that she overlooks my flaws on a daily basis – I could do the same for her even if it was such a grave error because my desire to be with her, bolstered by my confidence it wouldn't happen again even at that heartbreaking moment, overshadowed everything else.
When I got there, the small talk was short, and I came right out with it.
Did you use a condom?
The answer was yes.
I asked if she regretted it, if there were any underlying feelings, and if she would have done it sober. She gave me the answers I expected and needed to hear.
At that moment, an animalistic instinct came over me, and I shoved her onto the bed. It was the insatiable need to reclaim what had been dispossessed taking over. My dick was already straining against my pants as I forced her shorts and panties halfway down her legs. There was no talking. I flipped her around and pushed her to her knees on the bed facing away from me before giving her a vengeful spank on the ass. And then an equivalent spank on the other cheek. I took my pants off and stuck my dick inside her with no warning or assistance. She gasped breathlessly as if to say, I deserve every bit of this.
Normally during sex at her house, she would make me be quiet so her housemates couldn't hear, but I didn't give a fuck that morning. She was mine, and I had to reassert that claim. I was going 100 miles an hour relentlessly pounding her from behind. The repeated contact of skin echoed against the paper thin walls. I pushed her down flat and continued spanking her ass and thrusting in and out with zero concern for her feelings or satisfaction all the while exhibiting no emotions beyond anger and a basic urge to use her to get off. I restrained her arms out to the sides with her facedown on the mattress pumping until I finally got what I wanted and came inside her. We were both still half clothed when I pulled out and left her there to clean myself up and return home. I said nothing as I got dressed; she was motionless as my cum seeped out of her and onto the sheets.
An hour after I'd left, Catherine texted me back asking where we stood. She said she was making a late lunch at home and offered to feed me if I was interested. I agreed and headed back, my thoughts lingering over the hateful and primal sex we had earlier. The feelings weren't completely satisfied by round one because I could feel myself getting hard as we sat in her kitchen making small talk.
Once we cleaned up the dishes and headed to her room, I wasted no time. Her pants were off, and my dick was inside her almost immediately. I could tell she was mentally unprepared and somewhat frightened by how I was reacting. I had her on the carpet with her knees to her chest, ramming her pussy with reckless abandon and no regard for being heard. We locked eyes briefly before I arched my body even more to really force myself deep into her. I could tell she was feeling uncomfortable from the rug burn, but I didn't care. I stood her up against the wall and roughly pushed in from behind her. She was wet but not from any foreplay of mine. Again, there were few words and primarily grunts and sweat. I bent her over the nearby desk, spanking her ass cheeks raw and knocking the desk chair over in the process. I was starting to get close and frantically manhandling her ass until I finally came inside her for the second time that day. It felt indescribable to lay claim once again. I pulled out to let my cum spill out of her and drip down her leg since I know she hates that. She caught her breath before cleaning up then collapsing on the bed.
It was a Sunday, which is usually when we do laundry together, so I stuck around for a few more hours at her request. If round one had been confusing for her emotionally, round two did nothing to clear up that message. She had never seen me act with such instinctual and animalistic passion, but I could already feel the healing process beginning.
When we do our laundry, Catherine sometimes takes off some of the clothes she's wearing to get washed. When we were in between cycles, she sat on the bed with nothing but a bra and panties. My dick started to ache once again. I laid her back on the bed, but this time, my focus was not on revenge or selfishness; it was proving my worth.
I pulled her panties to one side and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered and started to relax seeing that the tone of our interaction had shifted. I began slowly, gently licking her clit and sucking on it rhythmically. I know what she likes: teasing, sucking, and a certain amount of pressure on her clit. She propped her feet on my shoulders and orgasmed for the first time of the day. Normally, I let her rest since she's overly sensitive after coming, but I didn't miss a beat. I slipped a finger in, applying pressure where I know she likes it with little actual movement. Combined with sucking on her clit and adding another finger, she came three more times in quick succession. I did not stop to let her catch up between any of them despite her quivering protests. I was ready to be inside her again.
This time, I treated her passionately and romantically. First, the bra and panties came completely off. She quickly sat on my dick knowing she was wet enough already and wrapped her legs around me while I rocked back and forth trying to be as deep as possible. We gazed at each other, spending a few seconds without moving just enjoying that feeling of physical and emotional unity. Eventually, I had her on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed. My anger from earlier had evaporated, and Catherine was greeted with long, slow, and deep thrusts. This was the wettest she had been all day – entirely my doing. I started moving in and out faster and faster, demanding she play with her clit to get herself off. The bed creaked and slammed the wall with each motion. I felt her contract on my dick in orgasm a minute later knowing her housemates could hear everything that had transpired.
Now it was time for me to finally put the matter to rest. She got back on top of me but this time facing away. She did all the work, grinding her ass on my dick, begging me to grab fistfuls of it. I sat back while she let her hips take care of me. She went faster, faster, rubbing her clit furiously, and demanding I spank her. I was ready to cum and knew she was close too. As her legs started quivering, I pulled her ass down to my hips with my dick coming deep inside her. We collapsed to the side with me still inside cuddling her from behind.
For those wondering, our relationship strengthened significantly that day and even more after graduation. We've lived together for three years and are now successful professionals with plans to start a family in the not-so-distant future. The differences that divided us in college have now turned into the foundation of our marriage – we act as complements to each other, have better communication, and make a formidable team. I have never once regretted my decision to stay with her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3cfz1k/my_longterm_girlfriend_f21_cheats_on_me_m21_and_i
Hot story. Did she bang greg or some other guy?
There’s actually nothing more pathetic than taking someone who cheated on you back. Maybe you can make yourself feel better by "re-claiming" her but dude. She sucked and fucked another dude’s dick.
Thats exactly what I was thinking. I was actually hoping that he broke up with her after he used her up but some men will never understand.
Oh, grow up.
Right?
Great story. Who did she bang? Did you get more of the story? Was it her RA?
Hear, hear. Why the fuck should anyone else be upset that two people decided between them that infidelity wouldn’t be the thing that ended their relationship? More power to them.
Because women land on guy’s dicks accidentally right? I mean she says drank too much but is still sober enough to tell the guy to put on a condom, really? That means she had to stop and think, "do I want this guy’s dick raw or with a condom? But she couldn’t think, "wait I have a bf, I shouldn’t do this?" Come on
Hey ignore some of the other comments, it seems you made a great choice staying with her we can all make mistakes but she was honest and owned up to it, and it clear you worked out the problems not just from the story but in the years that followed. Good luck with the family.
There’s nothing empowering about being a cuck.
The moral of the story here kids is that it’s super hot to watch your gf get banged by another guy. It took a long time to get my super conservative gf of 6 years to agree to a MFM 3some, and when she did, she was moaning like a whore, and it made my dick harder than it’s ever been to see her getting fucked from behind while she was sucking my dick. Also FFM 3somes are fun too. If people would stop getting so wrapped up on this whole bullshit ‘monogamy’ thing, and actually embrace and enjoy playing with other people/ animalistic sexuality, they would have much more fulfilling sex lives AND be able to recreate this level of passion on a routine basis.
It was Greg. He made sure to avoid me from then on, and I only saw him 3-4 times the rest of the time I was in college.
It was Greg. He wasn’t her RA (we both lived in off campus houses), he just happened to be one. I didn’t really ask about specific details of the incident beyond what’s in the post because I already had the closure I needed. I wonder about it every so often randomly and can’t deny I’m morbidly curious to some extent.
I’ve thought about this too. It’s one of those things you can’t say whether you would like it or not until you’ve tried it, and that’s a big leap to make with potential serious repercussions. Was just reading a thread in /r/sex where I guy was in a couples foursome, and seeing his wife having sex with another man destroyed his entire world and almost ruined his marriage. She’s kinda vanilla but has been open to trying new things – we’ve never gone so far as to involve other people though or even consider it. Our current limits (to give you an idea) are finger in the ass, light bondage, and a little rough play. I’ve probably gotten hard thinking about watching her fucking another man before. Can’t really lie. But actually seeing it and imagining it are two different things. I keep my emotions fairly well controlled normally; it’s just the uncertainty of trying and her being generally opposed. How did you broach this topic with your GF?
Well we’ve been together for 6 years. She came from a very small town out west, and was very sexually inexperienced when we got together (we were both 23.) I was quite experienced by that point. She isn’t religious or averse to trying new things, but the conservative mindset of the small town had completely stopped her from developing sexually. After moving back to Tampa (a much bigger and more exciting area), and after having been together for 6 years, I decided it was time for her to experience all the things that she missed out on as a teenager and/or a college student (she had 1 boyfriend for all four years of college and so she wasn’t wild then either.) She was initially very opposed to the idea, but I kept telling her how hot it would be to see her fuck another guy and take two cocks on at the same time. She also realized and admitted that she has always had bi-sexual fantasies but was too afraid to actually play with a girl. Through plenty of reassurance and encouragement, she finally worked up the nerve to do it. So I set up a MFM 3some with a guy we met on Tinder who also plays in the same soccer league that I do. He was in great shape, decently hung and she was attracted to him and got a huge rush from all the attention. Once she went through with it, it opened a whole new world of sexual adventure and she constantly comments on how she feels ‘liberated’ now. We have also played with some girls as well and she had a blast and multiple orgasms. It really is about taking that first step and having great communication. Sexual monogamy gets boring after a while, and this is a great way to spice things up, while still maintaining your long term relationship. You just have to get past the ‘jealousy’ component, and into the ‘compersion’ component, which is to say you get extremely turned on by seeing her play with another guy/girl. It’s very erotic, and the other person respects your relationship and is just there for no-strings fun.
I’m not necessarily worried about the jealousy exactly, it’s more the unavoidable comparison to be made if she has sex with two different men. And since we started dating when we were still in high school, our sexual development has been almost entirely together. Our total sexual partners between the both of us can be counted on two hands. My point is that while we do have very satisfying sex, who’s to say she won’t enjoy fucking the other guy more than me? How do you alleviate that fear?
I’ve been asked this before several times. The answer is that you have to re-frame your entire thinking to get out of that insecurity. My buddy asked me "What if the guy shows up, has a 9 inch cock, fucks her senseless and gives her explosive multiple orgasms??" My answer to him was "Well then we would DAMN sure invite him to come back over again soon!" The point is that she loves you, she is committed to you, and sex with you will always be the best on a ‘total’ level because it’s not just fucking, it’s an intimate connection. Even if the other guy is a total stud and can do acrobatic sex tricks, it doesn’t matter, it’s all just for fun. She wouldn’t think, "Gee, maybe I should leave my hubby for this guy." She WOULD think "Gee i am the luckiest woman on the earth because I get to have my cake and eat it too. I get to have a great guy who loves me and pleasures me, as well as I also get to experience the rush of getting some strange cock in me." Basically I think she would love you more for it, whether she realizes it or not. Since I had my girlfriend fuck another guy, she has been that much more into me and even more infatuated with me sexually because of how in tune we have become. You have to face insecurity, and realize that ‘insecurity’ and ‘jealously’ themselves boil down to the root emotion of ‘fear’, specifically fear of loss. If you get to the point where you have no fear of losing her (which you shouldn’t by now), then you can let the insecurity go and enjoy her being pleasured, even if the guy happens to be a little more physically impressive than you.
Never thought of it like that, very interesting perspective. I know we’re definitely to the point where insecurity and jealousy are a complete non-issue, but it still feels weird trying to bring up the subject. Primarily because I’m not sure I want it myself and I can’t predict the future. I think I’m more afraid of her reaction to me wanting to try it than being sized up against a second guy if she were to agree.
I hear ya on that. The trick I’ve always used to ‘test the waters’ is humor. Humor will get you everywhere. If you are joking around and you make an off the cuff remark during sexy time like "Wow you were a real tiger tonight in bed, I bet with that much enthusiasm you would be woman enough to handle two guys at once!" Say it with a wry smile. She will probably laugh it off with you, but you can use the moment to gauge her response. If she seems to bite on it, then that’s your ‘in’ to segue into a more serious conversation…….i.e. if she jokingly says "yep totally I think I could handle it", then you go "Oh realllllly? Well it would totally turn me on if you ever wanted to try something like that!".