A real story about how my ex-girlfriend cheated on me. [MF] [cheating] [cuckold] [humiliation] [betrayal] [sph]

WARNING: Heavy themes of betrayal and humiliation here, so read at your own risk. Not for the faint of heart. Yes, this is a real story, just a bit dramatized.

Open to PMs if you want to know more.

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I dated my ex from late Junior year to freshman year of college. By the time this all went down she was 19 and I was 18. I lost my virginity to her and we went to prom together.

She was adorably cute. A little short, big brown eyes, brunette, with a curvy body type and big boobs. A body something like [this](http://i.imgur.com/XmK8BVZ.jpg) (not her, but similar). She had a sweet and bubbly personality, a sweet smile and laugh—with a subtly naughty glimmer, if you knew how to look for it. I was infatuated with her and all I wanted to do was have sex with her when we were together.

I’m pretty much an average dude. Agreeable and laid back—although I do get nervous easily. Average height, relatively fit and not bad looking, blonde hair blue eyes. I’m not exactly Casanova with the ladies, though. And my penis is uhh…mediocre. I’m not a super strong, confident, or masculine guy either. I don’t even want to tell you how much I bench. I guess my ex-gf thought I was cute enough to pique her interest, but it doesn’t surprise me she ended up wanting more. I just don’t really have the balls to be assertive with girls, and I think that’s what she really wanted.

Now we were in an English class (over the summer) in college together. We had gone to the same high school and so I was glad we were both going to the same college. At first things were great. She would always wait for me to get out of my first class and walk with me to English, which I thought was sweet. We worked on papers a couple times together but I found it rather hard to focus on writing. My eyes were always drawn off the page and towards two other things.

Then, things changed suddenly. I stopped hearing from her online as much and she didn’t text me much anymore. I was taken off guard because she normally texted me all the time. When I saw her in class, however, she just acted like her normal, smiley self. I just chalked it up to me being paranoid.

Two weeks went on like this. She stopped waiting for me outside my classroom. She either stopped responding or took forever to respond to messages. She started making more critical comments of me, which was odd. She made a joke about me being kind of a push-over sometimes. I made some comment (can’t remember what the context was) about how I didn’t think girls actually liked big muscular guys and she just said “Well… I kind of do.”

Other things were weird too. I saw her in class wearing more make-up than she did before. She sometimes mentioned this other guy (her “friend”) who I had met before. I didn’t know a lot about him, but I just know he was kind of a gym rat and a bit cocky. I saw her texting him a few times. I swear she would hold her phone out in view just so I could see his name on the screen, like she wanted me to see…am I just imagining things about the past here? Maybe.

I was really stressed for these two weeks because of all the mixed signals. I knew something was going on. We were planning on meeting up and going to the beach, though. So I figured all would be right once I got some more time to talk with her one on one. Plus I was getting really horny and wanted to fool around with her again.

A couple days before we were planning on going, she says she had something else to do. I tried to call her and talk about it, but she just said she was busy and didn’t want to talk about it. At this point, I knew things were probably over. I felt pretty shitty. I didn’t get a lot of sleep that night.

The next day, I met her outside the classroom. We stood there, the blandly patterned floor beneath us, and the drearily painted walls around us. She was wearing dark eyeliner, a short, bright summer skirt, a mildly revealing blue tank-top, and a cute, short new haircut. I admired the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, the softness of her skin. I always did that, but the context was different this time. She was an ivory tower that I’d been locked out of. There was an air between us that I didn’t recognize. She looked adorable as always. She told me that we should probably see other people. I didn’t sit next to her in class that day.

A few days went on. I was pretty stressed out and down about it, but I soldiered on. Then, I got a text from one of our mutual friends:

“Hey, I thought you should know about this. Kayla cheated on you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t believe it at first, but then I realized how naïve I had been for thinking she hadn’t been cheating on me. Of course she had. “Really?” I texted back.

“Yeah. She kind of told me about it before you broke up. Apparently they were at a party and she went back to his apartment to hang out.”

“What did they do?” I asked.

“She didn’t say. Just that they fooled around a bit. She goes over to his place a lot actually. She said she was going to tell you about it.”

Why don’t you just punch me in the face. Fuck my life. I was already mad at my girlfriend for leading me on for those two weeks and not just being straight up with me. Now this.

The next day, in a moment of anger, I texted my ex. “Well I heard about you and that guy. Why the fuck would you do that to me? We were together all that time and then you just fucking treat me like shit?”

What happened next blew me the fuck away. I would never in a million years have guessed my cute little girlfriend would be capable of something like this and I’ll never forget it as long as I live. She didn’t text me back saying sorry. She didn’t rage back at me. She didn’t even ignore me. One emoji and a picture was all I got back. Now of course I’ve since deleted it in shame (I wish I hadn’t now). But I’ll link you a similar picture to help paint the picture in your mind.

It was a picture from her phone. With her. And someone else. In the mirror. With her hand. Wrapped around something. Something big. And powerful.

Kind of like this:

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My heart rate skyrocketed. My stomach ached. I had no idea how to process what I was looking at. I couldn’t respond.

I didn’t think there were guys that had dicks that big in real life. The guy’s dick was seriously like twice as big as mine.

My mind raced. Back to all the times I couldn’t make her cum with my dick. How she would try to console me and reassure me. When it would always slip out. Girls don’t usually cum from PiV, right? That was normal, right? Or do they just…need something bigger? Did this guy need reassurance?

I thought about what had been going on for those two weeks. I had thoughts of my girlfriend gossiping with her friends about guys. “Oh, his dick is HUGE. *giggle* Abby told me about it. Every girl knows he’s hung like a horse. What’s your boyfriend’s like, Kayla? Oh really? Hah, well he’s really sweet so I bet he makes up for it, right?” Did she get curious? She knew what she was doing when she went back home with that guy after the party, didn’t she?

I looked at the massive dick on my phone screen. I had a vision of my girlfriend on her knees in front of this guy, pulling his pants down and his cock springing up and hitting her lips. She giggles and smiles that devious little smile. She sucks his big dick with enthusiasm (like she almost never did for me). Two hands on his cock, stroking him up and down, with her pretty little lips struggling to wrap around his masculine girth.

He picks her up with ease and a cocky smile on his handsome face. (I was barely stronger than her, much less able to pick her up.) He carries her over to his bed and lays her down on the end. He leans over her, pins her hands above her head, and kisses her. She moans with her eyes closed, turns her head over and exposes her neck. He takes advantage of her submission and kisses her from her cheek down to her shoulders.

He lines up in between her legs. She raises her feet up and spreads out for him. He presses the head of his girthy cock up against her slit and rubs it back and forth. She lets out a staggered moan in anticipation. He slides into her slowly, having to work it in along the way. She grimaces slightly and rolls her eyes back as she learns how fucking amazing a big dick feels inside a girl.

He fucks her slowly at first, getting her used to his enormous size. Painted on her face is the most deeply contented smile I’ve seen on a girl. Her eyes are closed gently and she lets out soft moans. She’s adorable.

He picks up the pace. His large hands are all over her big breasts. She starts to scream louder as he pistons in and out of her pussy. She grips the bed covers and holds on for dear life.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Oh god… fuck yes… Your cock is amazing. Oh…h..hh fuck…”

“Do you love my dick?”

“Oh fuck yes…”

“Do you love it more than you love your boyfriend?”

She pauses. “Unnnnhhh… Y-Yes….”

He smiles. He knows he’s the superior male, and he loves it.

He picks her up and flips her onto her stomach. He commands her to get on her knees and stick her big butt out for him. She obeys.

He continues to fuck my girlfriend like a stud. He slaps her ass, making it jiggle.

“Fuck yeah, baby. How much bigger am I than your boyfriend?”

“Oh Jesus, TJ… You’re so much bigger… You cock is fucking gorgeous…”

He keeps going until she reaches the edge. She calls out his name, and garbles something about how she’s going to cum. She can barely form words.

“That’s it. Cum for me, baby girl.” he growled.

She lets out a gasp as she writhes in ecstasy. Impaled on his dick, her whole body shakes. Waves of pleasure wash over her as she cums all over his huge dick.

Looking down on her as he continues to slide in and out of her pussy, he feels his balls start to tighten. His testosterone levels must be off the charts—how else would his body respond to a stimulus like this? A cute, curvy-hipped, taken girl cumming on his dick, screaming about how much better and more masculine he is, her tits and ass jiggling, and her weaker, smaller, cucky boyfriend sitting at home, completely oblivious.

He grunts and pulls her in by the hips. He doesn’t warn her, but she knows what’s about to happen. His dick twitches inside her as he shoots gobs of sperm deep into her body. She cums again as she feels the warmth spread into her. He just smirks as he lets himself unload the contents of his balls into my girlfriend. (She always made me wear a condom…I guess rules are meant to be broken.)

They’re both panting. He slowly lets his length slip out of her vagina. A trickle of white runs down her thigh. She giggles bashfully. He gets up and throws her a towel, his big dick swinging from side to side as he walks. She smiles. “Thank you, TJ” she says.

I’m sitting in my room, with the picture of his cock on my screen. I have the pictures of my girlfriend pulled up on my computer. I just exploded all over everything. I got some on my English notes. Shit.

Did I just jerk off to the thought of my girlfriend cheating on me?

Well, at least I can say I learned something new about my sexuality that day. You know, it was really always destined to happen. I’ve come to accept that I have a role to play here. There’s two types of men in this world. I’m one type, and TJ is the other. What can I do? It’s genetics. Some men just have what others don’t. It’s only natural. And my girl was like any other—hard wired to be attracted to men like that. He awoke something animalistic inside her. And she was obviously very uhh…satisfied. At the end of the day, what more could a guy want than that?

I’ve seen her around campus a few times since. She smiles at me. I smile back.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5vfhhf/a_real_story_about_how_my_exgirlfriend_cheated_on