The argument had ended but Ben was still fuming. Things had blown up when Livi announced, as nonchalantly as possible, that Mike was coming to her birthday soiree that evening.
“*That* Mike? The Mike you used to date?”
Ben was unable to contain himself, his annoyance all too obvious. Livi sighed and rolled her eyes in response to yet another jealous outburst,
“How many times do I have to tell you, we never dated. We never even slept together!”
She had offered this, entirely false, account of she and Mike’s history before – specifically after accidentally sending Ben a text on WhatsApp a couple of months meant for Mike which had read,
“Stop it, you’re killing me Mikey,” followed by the squirting emoji. Livi had feigned ignorance of its meaning, claiming she was under the impression it indicated ‘crying with laughter,’ as she put it.
As poor as it was, the excuse provided just enough plausible deniability to stop Ben leaving her.
Of course, Ben wasn’t that gullible, but what could he do? Things had been going well between them, or so he thought and the errant message had been sent in the earliest stages of their budding relationship. He had to accept that he too had continued to message a couple of other women in the early weeks of he and Livi’s romance.
Yet it didn’t stop him feeling angry and foolish.
“Doesn’t he live in London? Why would he come all the way down here just for -”
Livi ended the thought for him,
“Just for my birthday? Nice Ben. Maybe *he* thinks it’s important and worth the journey!”
Having gained the upper hand she took the opportunity to escape a difficult conversation and flounced out of the room in righteous indignation. Ben didn’t persist, it was Livi’s birthday after all.
The wounded young man decided to torture himself and opened Instagram. He knew Mike’s account, having found him amongst Livi’s followers. He’d noticed the fact Livi regularly liked and commented on Mike’s pictures, including a series of photos he’d taken at the gym. One such comment was in response to a picture of his waist and upper thigh captioned ‘leg day,’ to which she’d responded, ‘so thick!!’
This was followed by a shocked smiley and once again, the squirting emoji.
He had a quick scroll through and noticed posts mentioning a new job Mike had got working in TV production. Given Livi’s current status as an out of work actress, Mike’s invite started to make a bit more sense. Ben made a desperate attempt to reassure himself it was a purely professional move to potentially bag some future acting work. It wasn’t as if Livi could make a move with Ben present, anyway.
Or so he thought.
Things cooled down between the couple as the day wore on. Ben sat on Livi’s bed and watched as she went through different outfits for the evening, each option sexier than the last. She settled on a very tight, very short black dress which hugged her tiny 5 foot 3 frame, accentuating her large breasts and butt.
She turned to Ben with a mischievous look on her face, ‘what do you think, panties or no panties?” Pulling the girly pair covered in cartoon unicorns down and flinging them in his direction.
Ben moved himself to the end of the bed and and grabbed Livi’s waist, running his hands over her buttocks, before pulling her dress up and kissing his way down her flat stomach. His fingertips followed, delicately caressing her groin and inner thighs, causing them to tremble slightly.
Livi let out a moan and reached for Ben’s dick, expecting to find it hard, only to discover he was still soft. She continued to caress, to no avail, prompting her to move down to her knees. She swept her long, dark hair aside before pulling off her boyfriend’s jeans and underwear, coming face to face with Ben’s limp member.
It was even more average looking soft than it was hard. He felt increasingly anxious and confused. This literally *never* happened. Well, perhaps just a few times in recent weeks.The pressure mounted as Livi took his cock in her mouth and began bobbing up and down on it, working a repertoire which would get most red blooded males rigid in moments. She glided her thick lips up and down the length of his shaft, easier said than done when dealing with a soft dick, sucked his balls up and rolled them around her mouth one after the other. His dick lay flaccid against her forehead as she sucked and licked his balls.
Another few minutes went by and all the birthday girl had to show for her efforts was, if being charitable, a semi-hard dick.
Ben sheepishly withdrew himself from Livi’s mouth,
“OK, forget it, I don’t know what’s going on,” he said, embarrassedly pulling his jeans back up from around his ankles.
Livi gave him a sympathetic look and squeeze of the knee before her attention was seized by the buzz of her phone. It was Mike, what timing! She got up off her knees as she answered, with her dress still hitched up over her hips and bare breasts moving around with the sway of her body. She began to laugh at whatever was said on the other end of the line and whilst doing so, Ben noticed her gently run her free hand across her breasts whilst she looked at herself in the mirror.
His embarrassment outweighed his anger and he left the room, taking a seat on the sofa where he could hear regular laughter until the call ended.
*
Everything was set for guests’ arrival. Given the incredible summer weather, Livi decided to set things up out in the back garden. There weren’t enough candles or outdoor lights, but it definitely felt nicer than being indoors all evening.
Livi had seemed distracted and mildly aloof toward Ben since her phone call with Mike. As the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the first guests, she gave him a squeeze on the arm and a quick kiss on the cheek before switching into party host mode.
As the evening wore on, darkness enveloped the guests, but the summer’s night air felt so good, no one showed any inclination to move indoors. It seemed to Ben Livi was enjoying herself, but there was a distracted air about her. She was checking her phone regularly and appeared antsy.
The doorbell rang for what was to be the final time and Livi jumped up especially quickly. Ben watched as she smoothed her dress over whilst making her way back into the house and stopped at a mirror in the hallway, checking her makeup and pouting her lips, before disappearing from view.
On Mike’s arrival there were no loud whoops or shouts to emanate from indoors, indeed, quite the opposite. There was no sight of Livi or the most recent arrival for several minutes. Ben made his way into the kitchen, having offered to grab someone else a beer for the opportunity to try and find out what was going on. He made his way into the kitchen as quietly as possible, straining to hear anything from the hallway leading to the front door. Through the beery fog his brain was experiencing, he could just about make out low chatter, broken now and then by Livi’s laugh and what sounded like her telling Mike to ‘shush’.
Ben heard them both approach and made his exit back out into the garden unseen, having grabbed Livi’s friend Carol a beer on the way.
The birthday girl led Mike out into the garden by the hand, the wine inducing a drunken totter as she traversed the paving stones.
“Everyone, this is Mikey,” she paused and corrected herself, “Mike – a special guest who I only found out today would be joining us,”
She turned to Mike and smiled, squeezing his sizeable hand.
For his part Mike stood confidently, offering a smile and a nod to the group. Ben noticed a couple of Livi’s female friends whisper something to each other and giggle. He felt instantly inferior at the sight of this handsome, strapping guy. Where Ben was slender, pale and fairly baby-faced, Mike was all throbbing masculinity. Not in a basic, in your face kind of way, mind you. He was tastefully dressed in a smart, but relaxed looking new suit, neatly groomed with a couple of days worth of stubble allowed to grow on his face. He came armed with what looked like a particularly pricey bottle of champagne and an expertly wrapped gift.
“Oh you shouldn’t have, Mike,” Livi exclaimed, having noticed both gifts under Mike’s muscular arm.
“Nonsense! We have two things to celebrate tonight, best make the most of it””
“Oh yes! Everyone, Mike has just got the job as a producer at the BBC!” Livi revealed to the group, seeming more excited about this than anything Ben had told her in their time together.
A number of impressed ‘oooohhs’ rang out from the group, which Mike batted away, modestly.
“Champagne everyone?” He asked, causing a cheer before firing the cork off into the neighbour’s garden, leading Livi to burst into mischievous laughter and give Mike a playful push.
Ben found himself perched uncomfortably between two of Livi’s colleagues who were discussing the intimate details of their work lives. At the same time he was attempting to keep an eye on the other side of the garden where Mike and Livi were sat with a few other friends. It was hard to make out what was going on in the dim light, but at some point his heart began pounding as he noticed Livi sit down on Mike’s lap. Ben wanted to jump up and scream out, but he couldn’t be entirely sure what was happening and didn’t want to cause a scene.
It felt as if he was watching the scene in slow motion.
As he nodded away pretending to listen to the conversation going on around him, he narrowed his eyes in his girlfriend’s direction. Livi had remained on Mike’s lap, at one point even bouncing up and down slightly on his thick thighs as she laughed and gesticulated. He watched as she unwrapped Mike’s present, appearing genuinely touched by what Ben could just about make out to be a book. She held it to her chest and put an arm around Mike’s neck and kissed him on the cheek.
What Ben had no way of seeing at this point was Mike’s rapidly hardening dick bulging under Livi. He also had no way of discerning the fact she had shifted herself in a way which meant his hard-on was pushed right up against her pussy. The darkness enveloped the entire group in a way which hid everything from even those guests sat nearest the two ex lovers. Thanks to this, Livi was able to make very slow grinding movements against Mike’s engorged member. Ben had no way of guessing just how wet Livi had become perched atop Mike.
He also had no idea she’d opted for no panties.
Livi’s taking a seat on Mike’s lap didn’t go unnoticed and led a few of her friends to murmur amongst themselves and take the odd glance in Ben’s direction. He decided it was important to play it cool and say or do nothing.
He tried to turn his attention back to the people sat around him and wondered if there was a way he could have his revenge in some way.
Whilst his booze addled brain attempted to devise some kind of plan, he heard Livi gasp having spilt a glass of champagne on the expensive trousers of Mike’s suit.
“Quick come inside, let’s try and sort it out before there’s a stain!” Livi burst out, dragging a fairly blase looking Mike behind her.
As Livi passed where he was sat, Ben made an attempt for her attention, but barely turning in his direction she stated coldly,
“Not now Ben, sorry I’ve got to sort out something important.”
A few minutes went by and Ben slipped away from the group as delicately and nonchalantly as was possible given his drunkenness and obvious annoyance. He moved toward the window which looked through into the kitchen as slowly as possible so he could try and catch Livi and Mike alone.
To Ben’s amazement, Livi was down on her knees, running a damp cloth up and down his groin,
“God Mike, seriously. I’d almost forgotten just how, well…huge it is…Christ.”
Mike let out a laugh,
“Come on Livi! Your boyfriend is just outside, we can’t mess around like this!”
“I told you, he’s *not* my boyfriend. We’re just seeing each other. Now your back I want to be with yooouuu” As Livi said this she ran he hands up and down Mike’s outer thighs, before gently turning her head to the side and resting her cheek against his groin.
Mike pulled back,
“Livi, seriously! Not here, tonight. This is just the drink talking. I know we’ve been sending flirty messages and stuff -”
“And nudes!” She interjected.
“Those too, but still. I think it’s best we try and chill tonight.”
At this Livi lifted her head and looked up at him,
“But tonight is my birthday AND you promised me a present!” She let out, proffering a hangdog expression. She turned around and pulled up her dress revealing her bare ass to Mike, taking one of his big hands and placing it on her creamy white butt.
Ben couldn’t believe what he was hearing or seeing as he watched Livi turn around and run a hand up and down the length of Mike’s astonishingly large dick.
Part of him wanted to burst into the kitchen and break up the scene, but he also noticed something else – he was hard himself.
H felt his groin and ran his fingertips along the length of his dick, having a quick look around to check no one was watching. He looked back to discover the kitchen was now empty.
As he entered the house and went through the hallway, he could hear laughs and the sound of kisses from the top of the staircase, a sudden slapping noise followed by Livi sighing. He slowly tiptoed his way up the stairs in pursuit, shaking with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. He noted Mike’s trousers in a crumpled heap as he reached the top of the stairs.
Peering around the corner he watched as Livi was now back down on her knees, kissing Mike’s muscular lower abdomen and pulling down on the hemline of his expensive silk boxers. She was face to face with his throbbing cock, smiling as she looked up to catch Mike’s eye,
“I tried to give Ben a blowjob earlier and he couldn’t even get it up and here you are, drunk as a skunk and rock hard for me,” she confided with a despicable laugh, before hoovering him up greedily with her mouth. She could barely manage half Mike’s length as he leaned back against the wall in ecstasy, placing a light hand on the top of Livi’s head.
Ben felt sick. Aroused. Angry. Excited.
He had no idea what he was doing there, he should of stormed out and yet…There was something undeniably thrilling about witnessing, who he had thought was his girlfriend, sucking off another man before his very eyes, just hours after he’d failed to perform. He was shocked as he watched Mike bunch Livi’s hair in his fists and begin to thrust himself in and out of her mouth with increasing aggression. Livi choked slightly, drawing herself back off Mike’s dick to let the juices which had collected up in her mouth down her front and onto the ground. Mike gave her a light slap on the face which was followed by a deep moan on the young woman’s part.
It was clear to Ben they’d done this before.
Livi had always been so tame with him. She’d never let him debauch and degrade her as Mike now was. He wasn’t even allowed to touch the back of her head when she was going down on him.
Having watched Livi take whatever Mike gave her, including rubbing his member across her face and grabbing her throat as he pumped away at her mouth, Ben witnessed his erstwhile girlfriend being bent over the bed he’d been sitting on just hours earlier. He gulped in anticipation as he witnessed Mike pull up her skirt in one swift movement, and tease her hole, gently spreading her own juices and his silky pre-cum over her clit. At no point was a condom asked for or sought.
As Mike slowly pushed himself inside Livi, she let out a guttural, animalistic moan. Ben had never heard anything like it from her.
Growing physically uncomfortable in his voyeuristic vantage point, Ben attempted to move slightly to ease the tension in his neck and shoulder, causing a floorboard to creek as he did so,
“Is there someone there?! Who is that??” Mike shouted, pulling himself out of Livi as he turned to look behind them.
Ben didn’t reply making his way back to the stairs with haste, before feeling a hand on his upper arm.
“What the fuck are you doing mate,” Mike exclaimed, noticing Ben attempting to hold his jeans up over his erect penis.
Ben couldn’t even defend himself, didn’t even have the wherewithal to put the same question to Mike before Livi appeared around the corner.
“Oh my god Ben, what the fuck?! You’re such a freak!” She cried out, stumbling a bit, given her drunken state.
Ben was beginning to to wonder if any of this was even real, or just some sick facet of his imagination playing itself out in the form of a particularly tortuous nightmare. His head was swimming as he heard Livi go on,
“Yes, I’m fucking him! We used to be together and the only reason we split was because Mikey moved abroad for a couple of years and we knew we couldn’t do something long distance. You and I got together, he came back for this new job, bad timing! There you go, there’s the truth for you. Happy now?” She asked rhetorically, throwing her arms up in the air as she and stood with her dress pulled down to her waist, strands of hair stuck to her shoulders and chest with sweat.
Ben said and did nothing. He just stood there as he felt his penis shrivel in front of the two lovers.
“Sorry bud, sometimes you just have to know when you’ve lost out. Nothing personal,” Mike offered, with an earnestly sympathetic tone.
“What are you still doing here!?” Livi cried, noting the fact Ben was still just standing at the top of the stairs, limp dick in hand.
She moved herself behind Mike and started running her hands up and down his athletic torso,
“Look at him Ben, how can you blame me?! He’s literally everything you’re not.”
Not wishing to be needlessly cruel to Ben, Mike looked down mildly embarrassed for the other man. His magnanimity was mostly born of the fact he in no way regarded Ben a threat.
Ben watched as Livi took at tight grip of Mike’s dick and started gently pumping away at it. She moved herself against his stomach and chest and offered her lips up as they begin kissing in front of Ben.
Livi turned back to Ben,
“If you’re not going to leave, at least try not to distract us,”
With that Livi led Mike back into the bedroom, pushed him down onto the bed and holding his cock up with her hand, slowly lowered herself down onto him. She began to grind him against her g-spot. Ben watched on from just outside the threshold of the room.
By this point he had almost achieved erection again.
Everything which had been off limits for Ben; ass slapping, hair pulling, spitting, biting, dirty talk were entirely permissible for Mike. He watched as his superior grabbed the back of Livi’s head, pulled her down tight against his chest and began pounding away at her, causing her to scream as he slapped her juicy buttocks red. He ripped her dress away from her body so it hung torn from her breasts, themselves covered in a mix of Mike’s spit and sweat.
Mike lifted himself up and Livi as he did so and plopped her down onto her back and began fucking her in missionary.
“Is he still there?” Livi asked.
Mike confirmed Ben was still in the same spot he had been for about fifteen minutes now.
“God if you’re going to be here, at least make yourself useful for fuck’s sake!” Livi cried out, before whispering in Mike’s ear. The bigger man turned toward Ben and motioned for him to approach them.
“Be a good lad and pin those legs open for me,” Mike commanded, as politely as possible. “Though, I’d prefer if you didn’t touch her anywhere else, I’m not great at sharing if I’m honest.
Ben didn’t know if to laugh or cry, but before he knew it, there he was, holding his girlfriend’s legs wide open so her ex could make his way even deeper inside her.
“Maybe we can enjoy good sex together after all Benni,” Livi moaned from under Mike’s massive frame, looking up at her boyfriend as he held her legs up. She raised her head from the bed, puckered her lip, gesturing for Ben to met them with his own. He bent down to kiss her, his still barely semi hard penis nestled against the back of her head as her laughter made way to moans of ecstasy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b9gebx/he_watched_as_his_girlfriend_became_reacquainted
God why do I find this kind of thing so hot? What a great read