Disclaimer: This is a true story, but names and other details have been changed or embellished to make this a more enjoyable read.
Hi, I’m Mark. My girlfriend Steph is a slim 30 year old natural redhead with perky 34B tits and a nice ass. If you met Steph for drinks in a bar you’d find her quiet at first, but once you got to know her you’d discover she was friendly and sociable, with a wicked laugh and a nice smile. You wouldn’t think she was a flirt, or promiscuous or really anything other than a nice girl. If you met her at work, she’d be polite, professional and meticulous. Steph never does anything half-heartedly and when she decides to do something she gives it everything.
We met at University and had a hot and lusty fling that lasted a few months during our second year. Steph was rebounding from a relationship after being dumped by her boyfriend and I was happy to make the most of the situation by filling her every Thursday night when our group would go out to our favourite club. At the time we flirted with getting together properly but Steph wasn’t ready emotionally and I was chasing another girl from my course, Emily, who was hotter than Steph and playing harder to get which made her much more tantalising. Eventually the summer came around and we spent a few weeks apart and the habit broke. My attempts to booty call Steph in the new academic year met with polite rejections and we both fell into other more serious relationships. Unfortunately, I never did fuck Emily.
We occasionally crossed paths through our mutual friends, and there are one or two stories there, but the demands of our studies and our new partners took over and I fell completely out of contact with Steph until a chance meeting on a train four years later. After meeting on the platform we sat together and caught up and exchanged numbers, and she found it funny that I still had hers saved in my phone. It turned out we both still lived in the same City and were recently single. There was an immediate chemistry and tension between us and I think we both knew with certainty that we would be fucking each other soon. Less than a week later I got a taxi to her place to eat her unshaved ginger pussy whilst she lay on top of me in a 69-position giving me a blowjob that was better than anything I remember from her the first time around.
This time the circumstances were right and we began dating seriously, moving through the usual milestones of meeting friends and parents and then moving in together. We’ve been together ever since and whilst the frequency and passion of the sex has declined over the years I’m still very attracted to Steph and we’re both still capable of surprising each other in the bedroom. We have talked about marriage and kids, but I’ve never been interested in the former so keep deferring it, to Steph’s mild irritation, and we’re not ready yet for the latter. All of this is to say we’re in a long term and committed relationship, one built on love and mutual trust. Or at least that was how things were until 2020.
Steph works a job she loves in the careers department of the same University where we met and until recently I was a highly paid specialist in a niche field. All of this meant we could – just – afford the mortgage on the 4-bed town house we bought. That changed when I was fired from my job for sending inappropriate instant messages to an attractive new team member who showed them to HR, and then Steph was furloughed during the Covid-19 outbreak. I knew that if she found out I had been trying to cheat on her she might leave me, and between that and the shame of being fired I lied and covered up being sacked by leaving for work every morning as normal and playing Xbox at a friend’s place. I justified the lies to myself because she was worried about her job and knowing I was at work, or so she thought, helped ease those worries. As the pandemic wore on we slowly spent down our savings and I ran up a credit card debt. I tried to find other work but I was reluctant to take a pay cut and few employers were recruiting. I guess I was burying my head in the sand and I knew that this couldn’t last but it was always a worry for tomorrow, or next week. The inevitable eventually happened. Steph discovered my debt, and in some quiet probing contacted someone she knew at my old work and found out EVERYTHING, including the rumours of an affair I’d had a couple of years earlier. She was beyond mad and very upset, moving out of the house to stay with a friend for several weeks. I knew I deserved it and I was relieved the lies could end but I expected it was the end of our relationship and got fairly depressed about this. As stupid as I am, I love Steph and I want to be with her. I was wrong. Steph’s stubborn determination to make things work and sheer amazingness prevailed over my stupidity and mistakes, and after a lot of shouting and fighting and text-message fights Steph turned back up at the house with her stuff and said we were going to make it work.
The next morning we were both catching our breath after a particularly heated fuck when Steph touched my shoulder and locked eye contact.
“I fucked a guy from work Mark. Last week. I told him what you did to us and he asked if I wanted to go for a drink and I told him I’d rather go to his place, and I don’t regret it at all. It was great. He was great. It was the best sex I’ve had for a long time. I’m telling you this because you deserve to feel what I feel, but now it’s done. We’re even. Okay? And don’t you dare hold this against me after all you did to me and the lies you told me” she stared at me, steely tears in her eyes. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I’d cheated on her and I’d tried to do it again. She was loyal and trustworthy and I’d pushed her to this, but how did I feel about the thought of another guy, maybe someone I knew or had met before when picking her up after her work outings fucking my girlfriend. I was shocked. I was speechless. She waited for a response.
“Okay” I eventually said, and then “Will you see him again?” I worried about this guy from Steph’s work who had fucked her hitting on her every day, could it happen again? Her confession, coming when it had in a post-sex haze of satisfaction and release had me unbalanced and uncertain. I was jealous, sure, I was even angry, but I also still felt a deep feeling of guilt for what I’d done to her and relief that she had decided to give me a second chance. In a weird way I also felt proud of her for getting back at me like this. I could never, ever have expected it.
“Yeah, we work together, Mark. I’ll see him every day. You’re going to have to live with that and no, I’m not telling you who it is. But I won’t sleep with him again I promise, probably.” she added, laughing awkwardly regretting her joke “I’m joking! It was one time to get back at you.” I didn’t laugh. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling until she cuddled up naked against me. “This is a new start for us Mark, but I won’t forget what you did and you shouldn’t forget what I did. Are we even?” I gulped down the jealousy and met her eyes “Even.”
Our relationship was back on but we had a lot to work through with bills mounting and the act of getting her own back on me seemed to have liberated Steph, making her more spirited and more assertive in our relationship. She relentlessly went through our bank statements, changed our energy provider, cancelled our Netflix and started cleaning our own windows. I was kicked out of bed every morning at 8, sometimes after an encouraging blowjob, to seize the day and she asked her employer for a raise which they turned down. It was at this time a particular Web App (O/F) where women could sell sexual content was in the media and getting a lot of attention as a potential way to make easy money. One day, as I filled out job applications, Steph secretly downloaded the App and signed up. I found out later that just the thought that she might do it was such a turn on that she took a long bath and played with herself thinking about it. But it would have stayed as a fantasy or an idea. She got doubts and decided against the ‘silly’ idea. After all she just wasn’t ‘that sort of girl’, was she? She probably never would have been, if fate hadn’t intervened another time.
To be continued.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wa7n5j/making_ends_meet_part_1_mf
!updateme
You both sound like you deserve each other.