My[M] girlfriend cheated on me. I than carried on a friends with benefits relationship with her best childhood friend[F] for years.

A friend had given me reason to suspect my girlfriend of cheating. She was inept when it came to tech. I’d helped her set up a system for her passwords in the past because she kept getting locked out. I’d never been the type to snoop but the accusation didn’t have enough weight for confrontation, I couldn’t help myself. Luckily my suspicions were warranted, more than enough picture and text to validate the claims.

The yelling, the crying, the denial, the breaking up, yadda yadda yadda.

Maybe a week passes and her friend (let’s call her Maria) hits me up on Facebook asking about what happened. I guess she received a entirely different account of what had happened and known her long and well enough to know that she was pedaling lies. Didn’t matter, screen shots kill doubt and made my point for me. I was obviously still raw about the whole situation, I vented and she agreed on most of points. I remember being annoyed that she reminded me of her duty to her friend a few times. They’d been friends since kindergarten, even though we’d grown to be friends over the course of my relationship with her friend, I knew I still came 2nd by far.

I’d been petty during the break up, I had a good paying job at the time and had recently spent an embarrassing amount on her birthday only a few days prior to the blow up. I showed her receipts and told her cheaters shouldn’t be rewarded. Out of spite or shame she left those items and other things I didn’t expect in a neat little pile in my garage. They’d bummed me out multiple times that month. I called Maria up and confessed that I already returned what I could and didn’t care about the rest.

She agreed to meet me, we loaded her car and spoke in the garage for a while. I invited her in, we shared a beer and I made sure to sit on the couch across from her. We had a good time talking about old stories but the conversation inevitably lead back to my ex. We’d been talking for hours but I could tell that I’d unearthed something when she brought up how her cheating didn’t make sense. They’d been open about their sex lives with eachother and she had never shared any stories of her being dissatisfied with me. I knew she was on a year long dry spell, from conversations overheard. I knew her ex didn’t do the things she wanted even when they were together.

I took advantage of it, I won’t deny that.

I knew that she knew that visiting me this way was already a betrayal to my ex. My ex always thought she was the pretty one, but she put on too much makeup, her hair looked unnatural from years of dyes and straightening. Maria had made envious comments about her tits and ass before. But Maria kept natural curls, she focused on lotion instead of makeup, and had a much more comforting “taste of home” Latina vibe to her. She was shorter, skinnier. My ex may have had more curves, but Maria was much more perky.

I got up and went to her. I took her by the hand and told her it was getting late. I mentioned that I could walk her to her car or to my bed. Either way my ex should probably never hear about tonight. Regardless of her answer I really didn’t expect to see her again. I had nothing to lose and the thought of her betraying my ex this way had me HUNGRY. She sat and I stood, for a long moment in silence. She eventually got the nerve to look at me. She’d made up her mind. She walked me to my bedroom, said nothing, and undressed.

Like I said, I never imagined this was going to happen again so I wanted to make show of it. The kicker is that I had the cheat codes to this woman’s body. I’d spent years listening to Maria gripe about her ex. He was a creature of habit, blow job and took her from behind. If he squeezed her pussy while they made out, that was all the foreplay she got. His kisses were to slobbery, I made mine soft and methodical. He always shoved his fingers in her without preparation, I dances around her lips and clit until she pushed on my hand to guide a finger in. He didn’t kiss her body enough. I traced her body with kisses and licks like I was trying to draw her with my mouth. He was grossed out by the idea of going down on her, I gave her two screaming shakers before we ever got to my cock.

She kept compulsively going towards my dick to blow it but I knew it was something she’d grown to resent because of him. Each time she did i pulled her away and treated her to the grocery list of sex acts she’d been deprived of. He always took her from behind, but she always wanted to have her legs bent back.

So I did.

She was so fucking neglected and our foreplay had primed her so hard that she shared with me after the fact that the entire time I was in her felt like an orgasm. Wich was hilarious, because the biggest gripe she had about him, because in their entire relationship he’d never lasted more than 3 minutes. I used to beat more meat than a butcher as a teen, so I had a talent for being able to stretch a session usually. I obviously didn’t use a stop watch but I gave her a solid 12 minutes of pounding. Exactly the way she’d fantasized about getting it.

It showed. The screams and squealing were primal. It had been over a month since the last time I came. So the load i blew stretched from her belly button all the way to her face. She barely reacted. When I let go of her legs, her hands balled into fists above her chest. And her legs twitced and bucked. My thighs ached and I collapsed next to her.

She was mine after that. Because her family was so intertwined with my ex we never officially dated or really met in public. But she would ask to come over pretty often that year, I never turned her down if I could help it. The vengeance made me hot, I wouldn’t tell her that, but lord, it did. She was also safe, she had that implant birth control thing. And she really didn’t date anyone for a while. Whenever I entered a committed relationship I always let her know before and after, she did the same for me. We were always respectful of that. To my knowledge my ex never found out, I don’t care if she knows. I know, and Maria knows.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kwmsmx/mym_girlfriend_cheated_on_me_i_than_carried_on_a