Part 2 of My GF and I went on vacation — everything changed… (pics + videos included) [Cheating] [Turning into Cuckolding]

This is a continuation of [Part 1 of My GF and I went on vacation — everything changed… (pics + videos included) [Cheating] [Turning into Cuckolding]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hlbrps/my_gf_and_i_went_on_vacation_everything_changed/)

Chapter 4: *The Awakening*

I remember opening my eyes around 6pm and getting out of bed with a strong hard-on. I had another similar dream to the ones I’ve been having the past two times but decided to ignore it again. I looked around as my boner deflated, expecting Zoey to be back in my room by then… but she wasn’t. That annoying thumping sound was *still* in the background, louder than ever and at a much faster pace. I had half a mind to call the front-desk to tell them to set me up with another room that didn’t have construction happening all day. I was hungry for dinner and left to go down to the buffet, texting Zoey.

“Grabbing some dinner — you want me to bring anything up to you guys?”

No reply.

I left to go get food downstairs anyway. While eating, I look up and happen to catch Zoey making her way down to the buffet. She spots me and walks over to me.

“Hey babe!” She said, her face completely flushed. Her hair was a mess and one of her shoulder straps was off her shoulder. “Umm, I forgot my keycard in our room — could I borrow yours so I can get back in?”

I suspiciously looked at her.

“What happened to your hair?” I questioned.

“Huh? What are you taking about?” as she adjusted her shoulder strap back onto her shoulder.

“It’s a mess…”, I pointed out

“Oh, I don’t know” she said, laughing as she ruffled her hair with her hands, tying it back into a ponytail with a hair elastic she had on her wrist. “I guess with all the stressful work Ashton was making me do, I started pulling on my own hair out of frustration, you know? So uhhh, the keycard?”.

I pulled out my keycard.

“That took ages, you were working for nearly 7 hours! What took so long???” I puzzlingly asked.

She gave a look of embarrassment and surprise as she said, “Wow has it really been 7 hours???… I guess I lost track of time…… whenever I thought we were done, Ashton kept getting ready to give me another huge workload… I’m sorry babe, I promise to make it up to you…”, she looked at me all cute and innocently.

I noticed a twinge of jealousy yet again, coupled with that confusing feeling of being turned on by what I was hearing…

“Don’t you mean your boss?” I asked, again, trying to suppress my jealousy.

“Oh, right… yeah, that’s who I meant. So, uh, the keycard babe?” she weakly smiled at me, looking at the card in my hand I had yet to hand over.

I passed it over to her and she swiftly went back upstairs, asking if I could bring up some food for her to the room. I finished my meal after awhile, packed up some food and eventually re-joined her. She was laying on the bed, showered and changed, texting on her phone with a smile on her face. As soon as she saw me, she put the phone down — “Oh thanks! I’m STARVING, you’re the best babe”, and began wolfing it down as if she hadn’t eaten anything since morning. She promptly went to bed afterwards, claiming she was dead tired from working hard all day…

The next morning, she claimed she had *another* work emergency.

I couldn’t believe how hard her boss was being on her during her vacation but I relented. She encouraged me to go have fun out in the resort and to not stay in the hotel room like yesterday.

As I roamed the resort, I texted her throughout the day about what I was doing.

I never got a reply back.

In the evening, she finally met up with me but said she was super tired after working so hard all day again. She went to sleep early.

The next day, the same thing happened.

And the next day …

And the next…

I started to get really annoyed at her boss. This was supposed to be our vacation and he was ruining it. Something else that also wasn’t helping with my annoyance: I kept having those weird dreams each night with an unexplainable erection in the morning, once I woke up. I still couldn’t explain why I was having those dreams…

On the fourth day, I was out tanning by the pool when I got a phone call:

“Hello, sir? Are you the gentlemen staying in room 403?”, asked a service lady.

“Yes…? How can I help you?”

“Are you staying with your wife in that room?”

“Girlfriend. And yes…why?” I asked confusingly.

“Um, sorry to bother you but… we’ve been getting complaints from your neighbours that there is a lot of … noise… coming from your floor the past few days. There’s only two guests on that floor, you and the gentlemen staying in the room next to you.”

“Yeah I know… isn’t there construction happening nearby or something?”

“What?… No, we don’t have any construction happening in that area … and uh, I don’t mean to be awkward but… it’s not construction noises… it’s a couple having really loud sex.”

I slowly lowered the phone down.

I faintly heard the front-desk lady asking if I was still there.

Time started to slow as I looked out onto the pool at all the other people having fun. I started humiliatingly reflecting on the last few days… the last few days that my girlfriend said she was “working hard” on a project with Ashton, a project she said she had no choice to work on because her boss demanded it, *a project she insisted she worked on alone in Ashton’s room*.

And then I remembered the worst part — it all started on my *birthday*.

I wanted to throw up.

But, as I realized all of this… an immeasurably strong wave of horniness came over me. My dick filled with blood quicker than I ever experienced. I started sweating as my breathing became heavy. My cock started twitching in response to the slightest pressure it felt from my boxer’s fabric. I slowly got up, trying to hide my raging boner beneath my shorts, and I made my way back to my room. I didn’t hear anything coming from Ashton’s room… but Zoey wasn’t in my room either. I had no idea where they were but I didn’t give a fuck. I started to angrily pack up my things into my suitcase. My dick was throbbing menacingly but my mind was so occupied with all the betrayal and hurt I was feeling that I just threw everything I could find into my suitcase so I could leave ASAP. After shoving my stuff into my case in a fit of rage, I accidentally knocked over Zoey’s suitcase.

My iPod Touch fell out of one of the pockets.

I confusingly looked at it for a split second, realizing I had not seen it since the last time I used it to creep on her texts. Why was she hiding it in her suitcase? I picked it up and my heartbeat skyrocketed as I saw a text message from Ashton on the lockscreen.

*Huh????* I wondered. *I thought she had signed out of this device?* I unlocked it and saw their conversation was still there.

Zoey had failed to remotely log out of her account and *ALL* her text messages between her and Ashton were visible to me. My knees buckled as I sat onto the bed, my heart pounding out of my chest, while I opened their text messages…

*There were pics.*

*There were videos.*

*There were paragraphs* of Zoey going into detail as she described how much she enjoyed fucking Ashton. Apparently, it looked like Ashton made Zoey describe their sex sessions to him over text whenever she was back in my hotel room with me…

Both my heart *and* my dick felt like they were about to explode.

As I read their texts, I almost unconsciously reached down to my zipper and slowly unzipped my pants. I took out my rock-hard penis, careful not to apply too much pressure that would instantly make me cum. Mortified at myself, I slowly started to caress it while I read their back-and-forth sexting.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing…

but I couldn’t stop either…

The first video I saw was of Zoey enthusiastically sucking Ashton’s huge cock. His dick was SO much bigger than mine and only half of it fit in Zoey’s mouth. That’s when I heard her say that Ashton was the best man she’d ever been with.

*I immediately erupted in an explosion of cum.*

I groaned as the orgasm surged throughout my body, making me feel like my cock was going to split in two from all the cum ejecting out of me. I was barely able to keep the iPod still while I violently spouted cum everywhere to the gagging sounds Zoey was making on Ashton’s cock.

It was easily the most powerful orgasm I ever had.

In a confused, post-cum daze, I laid their, catching my breath as my spunk dripped off my hand onto the floor. My chest was so tight from the hurt and betrayal I was still feeling but I could sense another wave of horniness starting to swell throughout my body. I weakly brought my iPod back up to my face so I could continue reading their texts. Blood began to fill my limp cock again as I kept reading and re-reading all the little details Zoey would describe of them fucking. My dick became full-mast in a very short time and I started stroking it — wincing, as I felt my soreness from the previous violent orgasm I just had. I was getting close to another explosive orgasm, when — all of a sudden —

*the front-door opened.*

Zoey walked in and sees me sprawled on the bed — dick in one hand and iPod in the other. She dropped her jaw in shock as she sees all the cum I sprayed all over myself. Her eyes darted back and forth between the iPod and all the cum I spouted everywhere. I could see her connecting the dots as her lip curled into a mischievous smile, almost as if a plan started formulating in her head…

“Well… this is interesting…”, she deviously whispered.

And that’s when our relationship changed forever…

[Screenshots of Zoey’s and Ashton’s text messages, pics + videos….](https://www.erome.com/a/7m229GDF)

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*Author’s Notes: Undecided if I will write more or leave it at that. Any feedback is welcome.*

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