I met Ashley at a party, and we hit it off instantly. We had a lot in common, and to top it off, she was beautiful, fun, and very flirty. It felt like a dream come true when she ended up back at my apartment. As hot as she looked in her tight skirt and cropped form-fitting top, she looked even more impressive lying on her back naked on my bed. The way she moved and moaned had me instantly addicted to her.
We talked nearly every day after that, and it wasn’t too long before I asked her where her head was at concerning us. Her honesty that day changed my entire outlook on sex and romance. She told me that she loved spending time with me and felt a powerful connection between us, but she wasn’t ready to give up her sexual freedom. She was only 18, after all. I surprised myself when I realized I found that prospect very arousing. This was confirmed when I asked her if she had slept with anyone since we had started talking. She told me yes. I wasn’t jealous or angry like you would think; I was very turned on. She described some of her better sexual experiences in great detail, all while she teased the tip of my cock with her tongue.
After we got together, she told me that she didn’t expect me to not sleep around, but in truth, I had little desire to do so. This dynamic was new and exciting, and the amount of pure lust I had for her was indescribable.
Then, it happened. I texted Ashley when I had a break in my classes, asking if she wanted to come to my place that evening. It took her a while to reply, and she said she had already made plans. Her response seemed shorter than usual, and I already had a suspicion of what those plans were. “Are these plans with a guy?” I asked. I wanted to do my best to not sound like a jealous boyfriend because I really wasn’t. My heart was racing with anticipation while I waited for her reply. I could envision her staring at her phone, debating whether, to be honest with me. But, in the end, I am glad that she was.
“Yes,” she replied.
I let her know that I was completely unphased and that I knew this would be part of our relationship. I could tell she was very relieved and she promised to call or text when she was on her way home. If she went home, that is.
I made plans to try and distract myself that evening. I smoked a little with a few of my friends, and we played games. Mostly they played, though. I couldn’t keep checking my phone. Every few seconds, I would feel a phantom vibration in my pocket, and I would quickly pull out my phone to see a blank screen. I knew where she was, and I knew what she was doing. At that moment, her sexy lips were wrapped around some guy’s thick cock, or that cock was plunged deep inside her perfect body. A million questions were racing through my head, and I decided I should probably get home before my friends thought something was up.
When I got back to my apartment, the first thing I did was beat off. Surely that would help clear my head. But, of course, it did the opposite. I thought about how ridiculous I must seem, jacking myself off while someone else had their cock in my girlfriend’s tight, wet pussy. That bit of embarrassment didn’t do anything but turn me on even more.
I looked at my phone, and it was already 11 p.m. How long was she going to stay with this guy? I imagined if he had his choice, it would be all night. Maybe even longer than that. I had to sleep. Sleep was going to be the only way I could make it through the rest of the evening. It is hard to describe the emotions a cuck feels in this moment. It is a mixture of everything, but I was never upset with her or anything of that sort. I just wanted to see her again so badly.
Thanks to melatonin, I was able to drift off for a little bit, at least. Then, at 2 a.m., a text message from Ashely woke me up. “Are you ok?” she asked.
“I good!” I said, trying my best to be supportive. I was good, even better now that she had texted me, but I was sure she was feeling more than a bit self-conscious. This was obviously a good thing, and I wanted to do everything to reassure her everything was more than perfect. “How are you doing?” I asked.
“Better than good! If you’re still awake I can come by and show you just how good I’m doing?” My jaw dropped, and my heart raced. If I was a cartoon character, my eyes would have bulged out of my head shaped like tiny hearts. That night we didn’t have sex. In fact, we didn’t do anything sexual. We didn’t even speak much. We climbed into bed and she curled up in my arms, pressed her back against my chest, and we fell asleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tkyxzs/the_first_time_she_18f_cucked_me_20m_cuckolding
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