So I’m the kind of person who’s very against cheating. Because of this, when I did it, I wasn’t proud of myself. I put off writing this for months because of it, but it was honestly some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
Backstory: I was dating a really nice girl. The downside, I was best friends with my ex boyfriend (whom I’ve referred to as Daddy in posts about him), and she’s been cheated on by every girl she’s been with. I was determined to not be that to her, but she didn’t want me even talking to him, and one night her passive aggressiveness and starting a fight over me going to KFC with him and two other friends of ours got to me.
We were at his house with one of our friends, let’s call them Alex. I was by myself on his couch, on my phone, pissed and fighting with my girlfriend because she kept acting like I was horrible for wanting to hang with the other friends and him just happening to be around. She kept acting like I was cheating on her, and I got sick of being accused of something I wasn’t doing. After a bit daddy came over to the couch from playing games with Alex to make sure I was ok. He had me ignore my phone and held me for a bit to try to help. After a while we adjusted so he was laying on me, arms wrapped around my waist, my legs spread so he could lay between and we be comfortable. However, this created quite a bit of sexual tension.
We both knew we shouldn’t take it any further, but couldn’t keep our bodies from grinding against each other. We didn’t want it to stop, and I battled with myself for a while on what to do. On one hand, I shouldn’t do something that I don’t approve of in other people, on the other, if she was going to accuse me of it, I might as well give her an actual reason to be accusing me. I was trying hard to fight the sexual tension and not do anything, until we laid down. We both tend to sleep in our underwear, but since I was with someone else I wore a t-shirt and pajama shorts. Didn’t care that he was in just his briefs, but it didn’t make things easy since he was obviously rock hard, and I could see a small precum spot, and that drove me over the edge. When he laid down I started rubbing his cock through his briefs. It felt like I had lost control over my body, I just HAD to touch him. To feel him in my hand again. It felt freeing, but wrong, which only made it hotter. After a bit he tried for more but I was still hesitant to sleep with him, so without telling him I decided if we were going to do anything he had to force me. He knew I’m really into consensual nonconsensual sex, and that if I really didn’t want to I’d use the safe word we established when we were fwb.
My memory is fuzzy on the rest of this night, but I do remember him trying to touch me. He slid his hand into my panties, and I grabbed his wrist and pulled it out. I told him not to, that I didn’t want to, to which he whispered, “then why would you be touching my cock? You’ve already done something you shouldn’t, why don’t we go further?”. I kept saying how it was wrong, we shouldn’t cheat, but he just grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head with one hand, playing with my pussy with the other. Rubbing my clit, fingering me, it was all a blur of pleasure while he kept whispering dirty things in my ear. Telling me how dirty I was, how naughty I was for doing this with him. At one point he kissed me, which to me is what felt like the real betrayal since my sexual attraction means nothing to me and I only kiss people I’m romantically attracted to. I had been hoping if we did anything we wouldn’t kiss since that would bring up old feelings, which would made me feel horrible. He played with me for a little while, longer than it ever had before, until he wanted to fuck me.
I said we shouldn’t, giving the same reasons and arguments as before. He just said how we already did too much, I already touched him, kissed him, and let him play with me. When I said I didn’t let him play with me, he had me pinned, he reminded me how I didn’t struggle at all after that. He was right that I wanted it, but I didn’t want to admit it. However, I stripped and laid back on the bed. Once he was inside me, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Within a minute or two I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he came, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me, making sure if I was doing this that it would be worth it. I struggled not to moan the entire time since alex was sleeping on a couch not far from us, but it felt amazing. However, it didn’t last long until I was too tired to keep going.
Nothing more happened that night or the next day. I was angry that I enjoyed it so much, that I didn’t regret the sex but rather doing something that would hurt the girl I was with. I tried pushing her away but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want her to know what I did, but knew she deserved better. I thought, maybe I could be better after that. Maybe I could be the girlfriend she actually deserved, but Daddy has weird affects on me, especially the next time we hung out.
This time it was just the two of us. We planned to hang out, play card/board games and eat pizza. I was trying to prove to myself I could be friends with him and not sleep with him. But if I did that I wouldn’t be writing this. About halfway through the day, she called me. I had decided before spending time with him that we would hang out without her knowing (totally smart of me to do, obviously). So I acted like I was still at home while talking to her. There was one point where she had to hang up and call me back, so while I was waiting I confessed a naughty secret to daddy. I told him how I wish I could touch and/or such his cock while on the phone with someone. I had already joked that if I beat him at one of the games I would suck his cock, and I did win, so I still owed him something. I assumed he’d get it if/when I was single again, but when she called back I had that fantasy I confessed in the back of my mind. I thought I had seen him touching his cock out of the corner of my eye (he wasn’t), and figured it was him trying to initiate said fantasy. So I started touching him. He was clearly very into it as he kept moving his hips. soon he got up, taking his cock out and stroking it. I laid on my stomach and opened my mouth. In between speaking I’d lick and suck his cock, stroking him whenever I needed to respond to something she said. After a minute though I was sick of having to stop and came up with an excuse to hang up. I didn’t want to stop sucking his cock, but I also wanted him to fuck me. He started fucking me again, but didn’t last long, and wasn’t able to keep going.
I was pissed. I wasn’t supposed to do anything else with him, and it didn’t last long when I did. I wasn’t even mad at him, I was mad at myself. Later that night though, I was feeling worse. There was a bad storm, and because of it Alex was late getting me home. My parents were angry at me acting like it was my fault, so I was feeling horrible. Daddy tried comforting me again, knowing how bad my anxiety gets with my parents. He was spooning me, and I started to feel a bit horny from it. Since it was going to be a bit before Alex was there, I figured we could have some more fun before I left. But we both agreed we shouldn’t do it again. Daddy made me pinky promise we wouldn’t have sex again after that while either of us were in a relationship, and we agreed that for the last time we should go all out, by which we mean anal. I didn’t want to stretch my ass, however, since I’m self-conscious touching myself in front of other people. So he did it for me, I laid on his bed with my ass in the air as he fingered my ass, making me scream into a pillow. It felt much better when it was him fingering my ass, but it didn’t last long since he didn’t like it so much. When he took his fingers out there was a bit of blood, which concerned us both, but I didn’t care too much and said he should fuck me anyway.
He wanted to do this position we had never done before. He had me do the usual face down ass up, but this time on the floor so he could stand over me while he drilled his cock deep inside my ass. I was screaming, it hurt but in the best way. I felt like I couldn’t possibly scream any louder than I was into the pillow I was clutching, it just felt too good, until it went on for too long. I can’t take anal for too long until it starts to feel uncomfortable, and when I said something Daddy told me he couldn’t cum anymore anyway.
After this I did break up with the girl I was with since she deserved much better than what I gave her, but without her finding out what I did. I didn’t want her hurt knowing what happened. But the reason I’m writing this is because daddy asked me to. He wants everyone to know what a slut I am for him, and how even after me getting angry with him for other reasons and not speaking to him for a few months, I’ll always belong to him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jauyj0/not_proud_of_it_but_still_loved_it_mf_cheating