Cheating on my (ex)boyfriend in a dormitory chapel [FM] [Cheating]

Moral qualms aside, the story I am about to tell is one of the hottest sexual experiences I have had. This happened in the spring of 2016, during my senior year of college. I went to a school on the east coast, and some research that I had completed was selected to be presented at a student conference at a fairly prestigious catholic university in the midwestern US. I was super excited to present my work, but also excited to get away from my boyfriend for the weekend. Since the summer, I had known I wanted to break up with my boyfriend. I was feeling extremely trapped and stressed about our relationship. I had told him I wanted to end relationship already; however, we were sharing a lease until the beginning of summer. So for a few months I was trapped living with him, and basically trying to continue our relationship as normal even though we both knew it was failing. My ex boyfriend, Logan, was a egotistical musician with a “sex, drugs and rock-n-roll” type of personality. He was extremely possessive of me and when we were together – he never let me out of his sight. As I fell out of love with him, I became more and more frustrated with our sex life, and increasingly fantasized about sleeping with someone else for the first time in 3 years. I ended up cheating on him multiple times over the next few months, with many men. I can’t lie – the thrill of doing something so immoral and secretive did get me off. Before the weekend, cheating again definitely wasn’t my explicit plan, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t floating around a distant possibility in the back of my head.

Background: I am 23 years old (but this story happened 2 years ago), 5 feet 4 inches, weigh 115 lbs, have breasts that are in between being 32b or 32c. I am half Indian and half white, and most people can’t tell what race I am. Some guess Hispanic, some guess middle eastern, some guess correctly. I am often told I look “exotic.” I have tanned skin, dark and long curly hair, and big dark brown eyes.

On the second day of the conference I had grabbed my lunch and was scanning for somewhere to sit down. I saw a guy that I had seen present earlier in the day & I wanted to ask him more about his research. I asked if I could sit by him, and I introduced myself. His name was Alex. I instantly realized how attractive he was: he was tall and blonde, on the skinny side but I could tell he was toned, and he had an incredible smile that lit up his whole face. Aside from his looks, we had pretty instant chemistry. I was genuinely interested in his research so we chatted about that, but the conversation started to turn personal quickly. We talked about where we went to school, our plans for the future, etc. We genuinely connected on a personal level. I had just read an article on something he was interested in, so I took that opportunity to grab his phone number. At that point, the possibility of hooking up with him still didn’t seem so real to me. I was just happy to have genuinely connected with someone at the conference and hoped to see him again before it was over.

I was staying in the dorm room of one of the girls who helped organized the conference at the university. Around dinner time, she mentioned to me that she was planning to go out that evening – to a party organized by some of the other conference organizers. I was happy for the opportunity to let loose after two days of being steeped in academic/policy jargon so of course I agreed to go along. Around 7:30 – I shot Alex the link to the article I had promised to send. Thankfully, this was the conversation that followed:

Alex: Thanks! Can’t wait to read this!
Alex: What are your plans tonight?
Me: Emily told me about a party some of her friends are hosting. Come!
Alex: I’d love to. When/where?

I am not going to lie – at this point I was exploding inside. All I did was send him a boring link and it quickly escalated to a point where we’d now be drinking together at the same party. (Also, that was exactly was I was hoping would happen, and I was amazed that it actually did.) Suddenly, sex materialized as a distinct possibility and I was already horny thinking about it. It really doesn’t take very much to set off my insatiable lust for handsome men. Before going out I made sure to shave *everything* in the shower, and I will admit to touching myself just imagining how hot hooking up with Alex would be. It still only seemed like a fantasy.

Fast forward to the party. It was a typical college party and everyone was playing way more drinking games then I was generally accustomed to. Alex showed up when I was already a little tipsy. I greeted him with a huge smile and a big hug. Next thing you know I am beating him at 1-on-1 beer pong and he was very bitter. I tell him that he should dance with me to cheer up. So here I am, drunkenly dancing to some random college-party hip hop with by far the best looking guy in the room. He had come to the party with 2 or 3 people who also went to his school and traveled to the conference with him. They came up to to him and told him they were going back to their shared room, and asked if he wanted to leave with them. He looked at me, and told them “I’m staying with her. See you guys later.” The vibes between us were becoming increasingly flirty and sexual. We continued to dance (poorly.) As the party was winding down, a guy invited a small group of people to head back to his dorm-housing and hang out. Me and Alex decided to join.

We walked there together. It was very cold so Alex put his arm around me. We hung out in the dorm for about 30 minutes. But then, the guy whose room it was told me that I was going to have to leave. I was extremely confused and asked why. Well, it turns out that at this Catholic university past a certain time at night, women were not allowed to be in the males dorms and vice versa. This policy seemed ridiculous to me, but he was insistent that the R.A. was going to come and check every room soon and that I had to leave. I looked at Alex questioningly, and he said that he would walk me back to my room. The two of us headed back out. We got downstairs, and then he pressed me up against a building and started making out with me. He was an amazing kisser and we really couldn’t get enough of eachother. I broke the kiss and told him “we have to find somewhere to go.”

The two of us were both staying in rooms with other people, so we had to wander around and look for somewhere we could go. It was freezing, so some dark alleyway outside wasn’t an option. As someone who had lived on her own with a boyfriend for the past couple of years, not having anywhere private to go and hook up and having bizarre rules like this imposed on us was extremely annoying but also kind of fun. We came to the dorm where I was staying with Emily and went inside. We didn’t want to be seen in any of the hallways because we knew guys weren’t allowed. We went to the common room and peeked in, but it was full of girls chatting and giggling. We kept going down the hallway and came to a door. Lo and behold, inside there was a big chapel – alter and all. I grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. In the front of the chapel in front of the stage there were some pillows and mats and things. I pushed Alex down there and started making out with him.

Generally – I am very submissive and enjoy when guys take the lead. However, tonight I was so turned on by how naughty I was being that I was being quite forward and aggressive with my advancements. I was straddling him and my hands found their way under his shirt and pulled it off. They were exploring his extremely toned torso. He looked up at me and said “are we really going to do this?” I responded by shoving my tongue into his mouth, and breaking the kiss to pull my dress over my head. So there we are: a Virgin Mary and crucified Jesus staring down at us while a guy who I had just met not even 12 hours ago and I got naked together – aggressively making out. I should also mention that throughout the night, I kept seeing texts from my boyfriend pop up on my screen, and I very guiltily ignored them all – figuring that in the morning I would tell him that I fell asleep early and forgot to text goodnight.

I was still on top of Alex, but I shimmied down, undid his belt and pants button and slid both his pants and boxers off. His cock was just like him, long and thin – but not too thin. I started to lick the head of his cock. I absolutely love to give head and was quite excited at the chance to take this beautiful new cock into my mouth. I did so eagerly. I was bobbing my head up and down getting completely lost in how sexy I found this situation. Then Alex pulled me off of him, and positioned me doggy style. How he knew this is my absoloute favorite position, I have no idea. By then I had basically forgotten that I was sneaking around in a church and I was moaning loudly with pleasure. Alex was fucking me hard and fast, driving his long cock deep inside of me with every thrust. He reached one hand around and started to play with my boobs. Pressure was building. I turned around and whispered “Please spank me” and he happily obliged, and began to land a few hard slaps on my ass. The combo of getting spankings while he fucked me and played with my nipple drove me over the edge. I began to cum loudly, and he put his hand over my mouth in order to muffle the scream.

After I came, I moved, and pushed him back down. I straddled him again and positioned myself on top of his cock. I slowly slid down on top of it, taking the whole thing into my soaking wet pussy. I looked him in the eyes as I began to ride him. I can’t remember how long we were doing this because it felt incredible to be filled up by him while I watched the pleasure on his face as I rode his cock. He then reached his hands around and put them around my ass. He started to push himself up into me, until he was fucking me hard from below me. I love this position too, and I was getting close to cumming again. I leaned down and whispered “I am getting so close. I want to make you cum” I think he liked hearing this because he started ramming himself into me even faster and harder. My breathing quickened and pleasure started to wash over me. I was cumming on his cock and I could feel my muscles spasming around his hard cock. He kept holding my ass and whispered “yeah, baby, I’m going to cum” as he pulled my ass down burying himself as deep as he could inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot a warm sticky load of cum inside of me. I was extremely turned on by the fact that I had just let a stranger cum inside of me.

After we were done we collapsed for a moment, before grabbing our clothes and quickly getting dressed. He walked me to the staircase that let to the room where I staying and kissed me one last time. He texted me a few minutes later: “you are extremely beautiful, that was amazing.” I texted something back, but that was the last I ever heard from him. The next morning I called my boyfriend, and reassured him that I had passed out early the previous night. I think he may have been slightly suspicious, but ultimately he let it go. Sometimes I still masturbate thinking about the time I cheated on my boyfriend in the school chapel.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ft7rn/cheating_on_my_exboyfriend_in_a_dormitory_chapel