[M]y girl[f]riend could only think of one way to make things right after I cheated on her: “I want you to watch.” [shame] [cuckold]

Since I got a lot of love for

[the strangely intense sexual relationship that took place without any words ever being said between the two of us](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/82cxso/the_strangely_intense_sexual_relationship_that/) and

[the pretty freshman girl who couldn’t take her eyes off me](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7uh3zu/the_pretty_freshman_girl_who_couldnt_take_her/), here’s another one. Kinda fucked up, but I think that’s what makes it hot.

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We lay there in silence in a stagnant puddle of gray bedsheets, tinted by the blues and pinks of the early morning light. I stared into Eden’s face, trying to see past the wisps of her just-above-shoulder-length blonde hair. Her small round lips were pinched together tightly, her giant blue eyes wet and red and looking at the wall behind me. She took short, shallow breaths as the veins on her temples bulged. I could tell she was doing everything she could not to cry.

“I’m really sorry,” I said, hearing the stupid hollowness of those meaningless words but unable to think of a more fulfilling alternative. “I love you. I really, really do. I hope you’ll give me a chance to prove that to you.”

A single tear broke rank and slid down Eden’s cheek, but she quickly palmed it away and stood up, turning her back to me while she dressed.

“We can talk about this later,” she said quietly, buttoning up her shirt. “I have to go to work.”

“Okay,” I answered. She finished dressing and left the room, all without letting me see her face. I heard her sniffles echoing in the bathroom as she got ready for the day, and then the mechanical thud of the deadbolt on the front door as she left for the day.

I know, I’m a piece of shit. Who cheats on their girlfriend? Especially a sweet girl like Eden? A fucking asshole, that’s who. Well, I’m the fucking asshole. And like every cheating asshole, I maintain that it was a one-time mistake, that I wasn’t thinking, and that it will never happen again. I really do love Eden, and at that moment, I was willing to do anything to make our relationship right again.

We never did talk about it later. I spent my day off cleaning the apartment and making a nice dinner for her, and when she got home we ate in silence. I tried to make conversation, but she gave only monosyllabic responses and stared at her plate. When I tried to bring up my infidelity, she said abruptly but politely that she didn’t feel like talking about it, scooped the remainder of her food into the sink, and got into bed.

This continued for a week. She barely talked to me, she hardly ate, and most of her free time was spent in bed, always facing away from my side. As much as I hated it, I can’t say I blamed her. Clearly, I had really hurt her. She was even starting to lose weight. She had always had what I would describe as a soft body, not fat by any stretch of the word, not even curvy per say or ‘thicc’ (I’m still not 100% clear on what that even means), but soft. But now, for the first time I was starting to see the outlines of her collarbone and hip bones through her skin.

One night, while lying in bed staring at her back, I reached out and tried to hug her to me. I couldn’t help it. I just felt so damn guilty. Predictably, she shrunk away from me, rejecting my embrace.

“Eden,” I begged her. “Please, if there’s anything I can do to make this right… You can leave me if you want, but I can’t stand this.”

She rolled over and made eye contact with me for the first time in a week. “I think I know how I can help us go back to normal,” she said softly.

“Anything,” I promised.

“Well…” She hesitated. “You fucked someone else. I think if we’re going to make things right, I should fuck someone else too.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked, a little taken aback. I guess I couldn’t argue that it wasn’t fair, but it just didn’t seem like Eden’s style of dealing with something like this.

“I feel pretty stupid knowing that the guy I trusted and loved just went out and fucked somebody without me suspecting a thing,” she said. “I think it would help me feel a lot less like a sucker if I made things even.”

“Okay,” I managed to say, and swallowed hard. Not the answer I was expecting, *definitely* not the one I wanted, but if it would make her feel better, I was willing to go for it. “Just… I’d rather not know the details about it, if that’s okay with you.” She seemed to mull that over for a moment.

“No,” she decided finally. “I want you to watch.” That really shut me up. I didn’t have an answer for that. I definitely didn’t want to say *yes*, but I didn’t want to say *no* either. “Think about it,” she said, rolling back over. “You don’t have to, but I think that’s how I’m going to be able to move on.”

I didn’t say anything for the rest of the night, but I did think about it. I thought about it a lot. I didn’t have an answer the next morning, or even when we got home from work. We sat in the kitchen, having another one of our silent meals that I had gotten used to. I watched her pick at her food and realized that my guilt was stronger than my jealousy.

“Okay,” I said. “If you find a guy you want to… you know, be with, I’ll watch if that helps make up for what I did.”

Eden almost smiles at me. “Okay,” she says.

* * * *

We sat at the kitchen table, waiting.

“I don’t think he’s going to show,” I said.

“Relax,” Eden told me. “He’s only twenty minutes late. He probably got lost or something.” We continued to sit and wait. I adjusted my hands to a different position every thirty seconds, unable to find something comfortable to do with them. Finally, a firm knock on the door cut through the silence and made my heart drop. Eden answered the door.

“Eden,” I heard a strong, baritone voice say warmly.

“Andre,” Eden answered. “It’s good to finally meet you in person.”

“And you must be Daniel.” I looked up to see the source of the voice and died a little inside. I don’t spend a lot of time worrying about my looks. I’m a pretty good looking guy. But Andre? Holy shit was this guy beautiful. He was taller than me, more muscular than me, had a killer jawline and a perfect Hollywood haircut with a pearly white smile to match. Where the fuck did Eden find this guy?

We went through some awkward small talk during which I said very little. Eden presented Andre with clean STD test results, and he reciprocated. Eden looked over the paper, then handed it to me to do the same. What could I say? It looked legit. A little more small talk, then we went to the bedroom, where Andre took stock of his surroundings and gestured to an easy chair in the corner of the room. “Why don’t you sit over there?” he suggested to me. I tried to smile and wordlessly sat down, noticing that from this vantage point I had an uncomfortably perfect view of the bed with the best possible lighting. “Best seat in the house,” Andre said with a charming wink. He then turned his attention to Eden, who was already getting onto the bed. “Ready?” he asked.

“Ready,” she said. She glanced at me with an expression that was hard to interpret, then quickly looked away. “How should we start?” she asked.

“How about like this?” Andre kneels on the bed next to her and starts to kiss her. I feel like I’m going to throw up. There’s this silent scream of frustration and helplessness echoing through my mind while I watch some dude named Andre tongue-kiss my girlfriend and start putting his hands on her body. I try to push down the lump of dread by reminding myself that I did this too. I told Eden I was hers and then I put my dick in some chick named Chloe.

Andre takes off his shirt and I can feel my self-confidence plummet in real time as Eden runs her hands over a torso that I didn’t realize was possible without photoshop; smooth and hairless, even, unblemished skin, and a muscular shape carved by the fucking gods. Fuck my life. I had hoped she might get cold feet and back out, but the look in her eyes when Andre took off his shirt told me that wasn’t going to happen.

She starts unbuttoning her shirt, and Andre pulls it open to kiss her neck and shoulders. She wraps her hands around his head and holds it close as he kisses her, leaning back her head and closing her eyes. He runs his hands over her body ravenously, and pulls her shirt completely off. I notice she’s wearing her light pink bra, probably with matching panties, a set of underwear I know she feels sexy in. Andre cares more about what’s underneath the bra. He unclasps it and Eden leans in to him and kisses him hungrily as she shrugs it off and reveals her breasts. They’re pale and full and perky and her nipples poke hard against Andre’s chest. He shoots me a smile, and I try desperately to keep a poker face. My guess at this point is that he thinks I have a cuck fetish and I’m into this, and I don’t want to betray how sick this is making me feel.

Eden kneels down and kisses his stomach while unzipping his jeans. He runs his fingers through her blonde hair and lets her pull his pants down, revealing what I can only assume is an expensive designer-label pair of briefs. I can tell by the shape pressed against the fabric that he’s bigger than me. He reciprocates and pulls off Eden’s pants, a little forcefully. Yep, matching pink panties. He guides her to mount him, and kisses her breasts as she grinds against his dick, her moisture soaking through her panties and making a little dark spot on the front of his underwear. He bites her nipples squeezes her ass as she grinds, and she moans and trembles just from the friction against her clit. She grinds and grinds against his outrageously masculine body, and looks like she’s about to get herself off just from that. I notice a bead of sweat running down the temple of her flushed face.

Finally, it seems the moment can’t be delayed any longer. Andre gently guides her down onto her back, where he slides her soaked panties off and tosses them to the side. As he stands up and takes off his own underwear, Eden’s eyes briefly make contact with mine, but with a panicked expression, they flee to the ceiling and stay there. Andre strokes his *considerably* large cock and grunts with anticipation, crawling over to mount Eden. She stares at the ceiling while he’s focused on putting it in. I scrutinize her face, but all I can see is a hollow, passionless resting expression. Then all of a sudden her face changes. Her eyebrows raise, her lips open in a gentle gasp, and her neck arches as Andre shoves his cock inside of her. Thankfully my vantage point means most the actual insertion is obscured by the side of Eden’s leg, but I can see her body activate as every throbbing, veiny inch of him presses against her walls. I also know Eden well enough to be able to tell that it’s a little big for her, and she’s in a little bit of pain, but she doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either.

Then, in my shame and jealousy and despair, I start to get really *really* hard. I had figured that it would be hard to watch two people have sex without anything stirring, regardless of the context, but I did not expect the pants-tightening rock that’s beginning to form. My dick is so hard it’s beginning to hurt a little. I was always pretty sure I wasn’t one of those cuckold fetish people, but here I am watching some Greek demigod slowly slide his big cock into the sweet girl that I love, and I’m so aroused that I’m starting to tremble. It almost feels like the shame of it is just fueling into an animal part of my brain, just making me more horny.

Andre grabs Eden by her beautiful pale hips and starts fucking her. I can’t tell if I feel sick or just unbelievably turned on. He’s being gentle at first, just slow, sheet-rustling thrusts into my Eden as she begins to grunt and sigh. It feels like being on a rollercoaster, slowly ascending a big hill before a gut-wrenching, twisting descent at breakneck speed. He’s going to fuck the hell out of her, I’m sure. I knew that, but my heart’s jumping into my throat now that the sex has already started and there’s not much I could do to stop it now. But at the same time, people go on rollercoasters for fun, right? I’m terrified, but I’m also weirdly excited, even though my knuckles are going white as Andre builds up speed.

The bed begins to creak as they get more into it, mixing with Andre’s masculine grunts and echoing in my panicking mind. He’s grabbing her by the hips still, pulling her body in and away, in and away, shoving himself further and further into my Eden, savagely and carelessly defiling the body I’ve loved for years while I watch. He’s really pulling her lower body into him now, slamming her against him while he thrusts into her. Eden just lies there, fondling her own breasts and staring at the ceiling, face flushed, eyebrows raised, mouth hanging open breathlessly. She begins to let out long, staggered moans as he fucks her, and I can clearly hear a mix of pain and lecherous ecstacy. I can’t decide which I hate more. I also can’t decide which turns me on more. Go ahead and judge, I certainly am.

Eden’s whole soft body is now shaking and jiggling with every violent thrust. Andre stops to collect his breath, and pushes her legs up so that they’re on his shoulders instead of around his waist. He leans forward, tilting her hips back until her knees are almost at her ears, then really starts to go to town, making unsettling eye contact with her. She gasps and stops moaning, and just stares into his eyes, mouth open, face frozen. He thrusts and thrusts and grunts and smacks her and thrusts some more, and her face begins to move a little. Her eyes, still locked on his, widen a little, then her mouth opens a little further. Finally, her body seems to deflate and she lets out a shuddering moan that almost sounds like a sob. Andre smirks and keeps ploughing away as she cums. She cums hard. Her whole body trembles and she creams all over our sheets. Andre keeps pumping away and she lets her head fall back and her eyes close, heaving a sigh of pleasure and exhaustion.

Andre decides to change things up by flipping Eden over onto her stomach, where she lays with her fingertips outstretched in front of her. She arches her back a little as he shoves himself into her and lays on top of her, thrusting into her from behind and making her ass ripple. At this point I’m hoping that my trembling is going unnoticed, and *really* hoping that my precum isn’t going to soak through my jeans. I involuntarily begin to shift my hips ever so slightly so that my dick grinds against my underwear a little. For some reason, watching this guy prone bone my girlfriend is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. At the same time, I desperately want it to be over. Also, I’m terrified of the ending and don’t want to see it. Also, the thought of some stranger from the internet shooting his load into Eden is just making my throbbing cock harder. I’m so horny and ashamed and confused.

Finally it looks like the end is in sight. Eden grips the bedsheets as Andre closes his eyes and tilts his head back toward the ceiling, fucking her harder and faster, accelerating at a rate that it seems like he won’t be able to maintain for very long. Finally, his face is overcome with panic and he grabs her ass and pushes himself as deep as he can into her, vocalizing loudly as he cums inside her. His legs tremble a little and he gives a couple more half-hearted thrusts before separating from her, his cum-soaked dick beginning to go limp. He pants and gives me a wink, then reaches to a tissue box on the nighstand and starts to clean himself up. Eden just lies there, his semen beginning to drip out of her and onto the bedsheets.

When they had sufficiently cleaned up, Eden walked with him to the kitchen to show him out, leaving me in my little chair, staring at the ruined bedsheets. As soon as they were out of the room, I got up, and on shaky, unsteady legs, went into the bathroom and locked the door. I started running the shower and peeled off my clothes, liberating my raging boner. I just stood there for a minute, hand on my dick, unsure of what to do. I was startled by a knock at the door; Andre must have left, and Eden was back.

“I’m taking a shower,” I called, trying to keep my voice steady. No reply. I got in, and under the hot water I jerked myself off, with the image of Andre cumming inside my girlfriend burned into my brain. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.

That night, Eden didn’t make eye contact with me. I worried that this whole thing wasn’t going to save our relationship after all, but little by little, things started to get better. She started eating again, and she began to look more awake and alive.

The first time we had sex again was a little weird. I had just come home from a long day at work and I saw her coming out of the bathroom, having just showered. She was naked, little droplets of moisture still clinging to the goosebumps on her pale skin. She almost looked a little surprised to see me there. It almost felt like an out-of-body experience. She stood there as I undressed, my hands seemingly operating on some kind of autopilot. When I had finished, I walked up to her, turned her around, and bent her over the side of the bed. I wasn’t aggressive or forceful, just gave her physical suggestions which she followed wordlessly. Eden and I had always had pretty intimate, loving sex with a lot of eye contact, kissing, and snuggles, but this first time was cold and unemotional. I took her from behind, pounding into her fast and hard, clapping into her ass rapidly. After a few minutes, I came inside her with a groan. Neither of us spoke the entire time, nor did we acknowledge it afterward.

I’m happy to say that we went back to a normal way of interacting, “I love you”s, normal, happy sex. For her part, she seemed to have been right about fucking someone else helping her get over my infidelity. She seemed completely back to normal. But for me it wasn’t so easy. I have absolutely no desire to do anything like that ever again. From now on, no one’s fucking Eden except me. But I will forever be haunted by how arousing it was to watch her get destroyed by another man. Sometimes, late at night, when my mouth is at her throat and her hot breath in my ear, while we’re twisting and turning in the dark, while I’m thrusting myself deep inside her, I can’t help it. I relive in my mind that image of her face turning from blank and emotionless to utterly overtaken as Adnre shoved himself inside her.

I’ll never tell her that.

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