[FM] I Finally Cheated On My Boyfriend

*Hey everyone,
This is my first post, so please go easy on me. I somehow always wanted to write this down, because I wish I had done this a lot earlier, and maybe I spark someones interest. Also, I changed some information, because I don’t want to risk that this all comes out.*

So, my name is Janine, I’m 26 and when this story started I’ve been dating with my boyfriend since 6 years. We met when we were quite young and a year and a half ago we moved together into our own flat. The sex life wasn’t too bad, actually. Naturally the excitement decreased over the years as we got to know each other, since there weren’t any surprises anymore. However, over the last months we struck a dry period, where we had probably sex only once a month.

I was never a person who rated sex highly in their life to begin with, which was part of the problem I suppose. What I never really understood though, was that his endurance seemed to have grown drastically. I can recall that in the early years I had no problem in making him cum; be it through sex, a hand job or blow job. Recently it seemed for me that it was impossible to get him off, because before I seemed to get anywhere near making him bust, my arms would feel as if they would fall of any second.
Curiously enough he had no problem getting himself off and finished the job pretty much every time himself, which was according to him, no problem at all. Still, these things began to make me insecure the longer the problem persisted and I wondered, if I lost my appeal or unlearned the technique. Were I more loose down there, than a few years ago ? What happened ?

So, time passed and my sex drive steadily decreased, which he wasn’t really happy about. He didn’t want to initiate sex, which I’ve been completely fine with, because he wanted to see, if I still had interest in it.

From there on we experimented a bit more. I switched from pill to condom, in case that could have been the cause, but nothing really grew out of this, except for more frustration. When he confronted me with this it got me only more stressed and disinterested and I soon realized that this relationship will come to an end. I felt miserable to be honest; the words weren’t spoken out yet, though I knew that, if I can’t solve this problem there wouldn’t be a future for this.

To get my head clear I decided to go join a grill party with some friends, who drove out with a van into the middle of a field that night. I enjoyed myself and I talked a bit about the relationship and the time passed quicker than we realized on this warm night.
Among these friends there was a guy I got introduced to a month ago, who’s name was Dennis. He was a pretty down to earth type guy, muscular though and very open and friendly to me. The party died down around 02:00AM and after a while, only me and Dennis were left under a sky full of bright stars.

I was afraid that I was stressing my friends with talking about my troublesome relationship into oblivion, however, the only person who didn’t give me that impression was Dennis. So we talked and talked and I felt very comfortable with being around him. It was roughly 03:00AM and I said to him that my boyfriend is probably going to be furious and I felt a bit nervous, because he hasn’t sent any message yet. Dennis on the other hand calmed me down and pointed out, that he would have let me know, if he would care.

After his suggestion a moment of silence ensued. It wasn’t awkward; it rather felt like some things fell in place. He then looked at me and, respectful as he was, he asked, if he can kiss me, because he really would like to.
At this moment I felt so washed away and puzzled all together. I thought about my relationship but also the fact that I could end this month long trouble over the easy path. And it all came down to… why not ?

So I nodded.

Everything happened non-verbal after this. I felt like I was in a rush as his lips touched mine. His soft touch gliding over me increased slowly as our touches became more and more forceful. I was afraid I could be shaking, but he held my head with his hands as our kisses became almost violent.

Suddenly something washed through my body, from head to toe, that felt like a warm wave. I wasn’t really confused, but it took me a while to fully understand what was currently happening with me. I felt surprised over my own reaction, almost alienated. But the feeling I haven’t felt for so long was… just me being really, really horny.

A second pause came into play, no words to be exchanged needed. Funnily enough I took off my boots to give him a clue. Although I cringe a bit about picking my shoes first, he immediately followed, helping me to get naked though.

So there I was, completely stripped in the back of a van, outside in the middle of nowhere, cheating on my boyfriend, both legs spread into a face of a friend I knew for a month. Maybe it was the warm night, but I was sweating like crazy. My heart was racing and I could feel it in my throat. Last but not least, I felt wet. Really wet. I didn’t feel that horny in years. I had the impression that the juice is running down my pussy over my anus as I was lying on my back.

Dennis spread my legs. He positioned his tongue over my throbbing clitoris and once he touched it, it felt like a match went of on a matchbox. Knowing that I cum rather easily I enjoyed the ride but stopped myself soon enough. I got up and squad in front of him. I undid his belt and revealed what appears to be a decent sized cock. He was cut, so that was a first to me and having heard that there guys have more endurance I worried a bit, although my doubts were washed away in a matter of seconds.

So I blew him. I jerked him like my life would depend on it. Salvia was dripping all over my chest and I remember that I wondered, if my pussy is dripping or it is just my salvia running down my stomach. I went of like a madman, because that is what I learned from my boyfriend. Suddenly he interrupted me as I was almost certain that I was going of on a hands free orgasm as I was getting more and more into it. To my surprise he was… out of breath ? He let me know that he is running out of stamina.
I don’t feel like I’ve processed the information at all. I looked at him, giving him a brief pause. I, well, I followed by strapping a condom over his dick after that brief moment.

I recall that I was on my back when he pounded me. To say that he was equipped with a baseball bat down there would be a lie and also a cliché I find. I didn’t care. He smashed into me and my breasts followed the general motion of my body. I could feel how his dick slid with ease through me. His balls slapped against my ass and I felt how a large area around my pussy down my other hole felt dripping wet. Deep down in my mind I realized that I wished that I never switched from the pill to condoms.

And then I came. The most insignificant notion was the twitching of my ass and pussy. I normally prefer to have someones hands on my clit to jack me off, while I cum, since this is the easiest way to go. But I haven’t touched it barely. I came from the thrusting motion of Dennis, which only got amplified through his relentless pounding. My whole skin felt burning hot when I slowly started to come back to earth.

I was squatting again in the effort to get him off in return. He was sitting on the edge of his van and his balls bounced along my stroking motion. I was thinking about stuff to say or how to get him of, as the desperate though grew in the back of my head, that I can’t get him of either. But then something has changed. I realized that sex is an act of two individuals embracing lust and joy together. Only hours ago I couldn’t imagine myself in that position, but I leaned back, legs spread and said to him, that we won’t need condoms next time.
I saw that he bit his under-lip and it was at this moment that his cock felt surprisingly harder than before and began to twitch. I removed the condom earlier, as I was just giving him a hand job. Moments later a blast of cum hit my chest, running up my neck and again down my stomach. It hit my breasts, my face, the inside of my mouth. I felt like an absolute slut, but I never really looked back.

We fucked again that night. Caked in the remained bits of cum, that I couldn’t get of with paper tissues I returned home and went to bed as if nothing happened.

Two days later my significant other was at his parents home. Dennis came over and fucked me on the desk of my boyfriend. It felt so vile and bad to do, but I also felt so incredibly horny given that I made it through a year of watching my friend masturbate, decreasing sex and rubbery frustration. We weren’t using condoms and I didn’t worry a moment about the furniture, when he sprayed his cum inside and all over me.

I’m okay, if you look down on me and call me unfaithful or a bitch. If I could turn time back and get the chance to undo what I did, I would handle it exactly the same though. I’m happy that the sinking relationship ended and my sex life is quite fulfilled again. Be positive about sex!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5rk2ax/fm_i_finally_cheated_on_my_boyfriend