My girlfriend and I are in a semi-open long-distance relationship. That’s to say, anything and everything other than sex is on the table, while sex, defined as penetration, is off it. We have both been happy with this arrangement. That is, until she started hanging out with her ex again.
Since then, we have both been happier. I am kidding. I think we have both been kinkier. I get an unexplained boner when she tells me that they’re going for dinner and she knows this. I wonder what their chemistry must be like, what his eyes must be looking at, and whether he misses her undressed as a longing or as regret. It all turns me on. She teases me with the details. I cum every time.
She sends me a selfie before she leaves. She sneaks one in when she’s there. I am updated. My mind is at peace. She sends one when she’s back. I look for signs. Is there is a mark around her neckline that wasn’t there before? Is her lipstick slightly smudged by someone else’s lips, or did she just wipe off that breadcrumb? I zoom in with one hand. I anticipate and dread with another, hard. She tells me they limit themselves to a hug. Do they? Do I want them to? I think so. She thinks so. He thinks so. I don’t think so. I have zoomed into tens of selfies. No sign. I tell her there’s no sign. She asks me to look closer. She laughs. I don’t want to see a sign. But I want to look for it, in anticipation.
Yesterday, she went backpacking with him. They will be back early next week. I have been told not to expect updates. She wants to get away from her phone for a while. I only have a selfie before she left. I stare at it. I wonder if she is still in those clothes. Or if they changed in the tent. Wait, how many tents did they carry? I do not know. Did they sleep in the same tent? Did they sleep? I look at the picture again. She is smiling. It is not a devilish smile. She has never had one. Ironic.
I know she has pictures with her ex somewhere in our drive. So do I. We like memories. I boot it up. I trust you, we had said. I will not snoop around, we had promised. We had laughed. We are like open books, but we are illiterate.
I first check my folder. Well-hidden. Folder in folder in folder. I then check her folder. It’s right there. No snooping around. Feels like I kept my promise. ‘Gotcha’ it says. I apologize. Hundreds of them show up as small thumbnails of nights past. I click on one and hit slideshow. I see some selfies, she must have sent them. I see selfies with her other ex boyfriends. But I don’t see what I want to see. I am hard as a rock. I am almost sweating. What is she hiding? Is she naked in that tent? And then I see it. It is not a nude. They are both wearing their outfits. He has his arm around her. They seem to have returned from a date. I see she is tired. I see her outfit and I recognize it. I know it is not that deep at the neck. It does not show that much cleavage. I can’t see his other hand. Is he pulling the outfit down or is she? I wonder. A brief image crosses my mind. I see the phone in her hand, ready for a selfie. He pulls her outfit, showing what was hidden while they were having dinner. She looks at him, smiles, looks at the camera, hits the shutter. I cum. It’s all over my hands. I pull the plug and the screen goes black. But I still see them.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wh1458/my_m_girlfriend_and_her_ex