It's feels strange writing about this, but I feel like I need to acknowledge how the whole situation really makes me feel. It took place almost 2 years ago. I (26) and my fiancee Jill (25) had been together since grade 11 of high school. We were each others first serious relationship, stayed together through university in separate cities, got a house together in our home community, and had been engaged for about 6 months…6 months away from our wedding.
Neither one of us had ever been much of a partier. I can admit that I was always a little overprotective of her, and I think she was with me as well. During our university years, I wasn't very comfortable with her going out, so neither did I…she did the same. There was never any agreement between us, just kind of a mutual understanding between the two of us that carried on after our school years.
I didn't even think twice when she said she was going to a bar in a nearby smaller town for a "Ladies Night" they were putting on. It was a fundraiser, in a small town, it sounded like something that old women would go to and watch a comedian or something lame. I didn't even question or investigate into it at all…just kinda went in one ear and out the other. Even when she said it was a pajama party theme…it didn't click that it should be anything would have any reason to worry about.
She wore what she normally slept in…A fairly low cut tank top, fairly tight fitting short white shorts with pink trim, and a pair of bunny slippers she had just to make it look more like a sleep outfit. That was the only time I became at all concerned…Jill wasn't the most confident girl in the world. She was very cute, and had an amazing body…5'6", 135ish lbs, perky c-cups, and a very…very thick round butt. But for some reason her confidence never really grew with her into her body in highschool, so she didn't usually put a lot of effort into what she wore or how she made herself up. So seeing her dressed like that, her big ass in those small little shorts, made me really glad this was going to be a Ladies Only party….except it wasn't.
I kissed her goodbye before she left the house at around 5:00. I did what I usually did when I had the house to myself, and went on a porn binge.I didn't expect her home until midnight, and she was supposed to text me before they left for the hour drive home, so I knew I'd have plenty of notice to look after myself. Midnight came…then 1:00, then 2:00. I WhatsApped her, no reply. At 3:00, I noticed she's read my messages, but still no reply. At 3:30, she finally texted back saying their DD had fallen off the wagon and drank too much to drive, so they were going to spend the night at one of the girl's they knew that lived in that town. It didn't make sense…it was well past when the bar would have served last call. I messaged her back asking for more details…like who's house they were staying at, when she'd be home thr next day, but got no reply. My horniness from a night of porn turned to nervousness and paranoia wondering every possible sceniaro that could be unfolding completely outside of my control. I barely slept that night.
I woke up at 9:00, no sign of Jill. I got up and started combing Facebook…looking through all her friend's pages for pictures or status updates. At 9:30, she finally texted me back saying they'd be leaving in a half hour. I went to the bar's Facebook page…they had posted pictures from the night before…there had been waiters there. My heart dropped into my stomach…I tried to reassure myself that I had nothing to worry about as I scrolled through them. The waiters were only wearing underwear…most were very well built and muscular…as the pictures progressed from supper to the following dance, the women's level of increasing drunkenness was fairly obvious.
I scanned each picture for Jill, and picked her out in a few. Nothing incriminating, just looking like she was having fun, laughing, then dancing with her group of girls. Then I saw one of her on the dance floor, eyes closed, red in the face, with one of the taller more muscular waiters behind her. His hand was around her waist, her arm was up behind her head with her hand on this back of his head…her ass pressed firmly against his crotch…I almost threw up. I kept scanning frantically…then another picture, the two of them posing for the camera, a huge smile on her face with her hand on his abs, his hand grabbing her butt…I was pretty much hyperventilating. I've never felt more insignificant than at that moment. I'm average in every way, at best. This guy was probabaly at least 6'2 and solid muscle. I'm definitely lacking in endowment, but the huge bulge in his boxer briefs showed that he definitely wasn't. They left nothing to the imagination…you could tell it was a struggle for him to pack it all in there, and could clearly see the outline of it going down his leg…everything down to the ridges in the apparently huge head. I'm sorry if I'm going into too much detail here, but even I have to admit, the guy has an impressive cock.
That was the last picture I could find of them on there. I kept frantically looking through the pages of anyone that was there, with no luck. At 11:00, Jill walked through the door and went straight to the bathroom to shower…red flag. She got out and went straight to bed. I tried to talk to her for a bit, but she seemed disinterested and very hung over, and begged me to let her sleep. I did, and went back to the computer.
Her friends started updating their statuses and uploading pictures at around noon. Obviously nothing too incriminating in the pictures, and their statuses and comments were mostly just related to their hangovers. Then one of the girl's husbands commented on his wife coming home drunk at 3:00 a.m….one of the girls she carpooled there with. I was fucking panicking, trying to reassure myself that nothing happened but not being able to explain why Jill would have apparently had to have spent the night when her friend made it home.
I went back to the bar's page thinking maybe I'd see something I'd missed. I clicked on the Ladies Night album, and noticed there were a few comments on it, one of which being a picture followed by "Ain't no party like a (town name) party". It was in the ladies room, under one of the stalls. It was someone kneeling in front of the toilet…it was Jill's stupid bunny slippers. First reaction, Jill got sick. I clicked on the picture to enlarge it…there were another set of legs and feet…she was kneeling between them…they were the same work boots as the guy she was posing in pictures with.
I stared at the picture for what felt like hours but was probabaly a few minutes. I couldn't make sense of it. I couldn't explain Jill out of the picture…they were her slippers, this were her shorts, that was her broad hips and butt. That was the guy…she was kneeling in front of him…what else could it be? I ran to the bathroom and puked.
I didn't know where to go from there…I somehow wasn't convinced, or at least thought maybe she was drugged. I needed to know more…I noticed the picture was actually a screenshot of a video on the person's iPhone, so that meant there was a video. I messaged the girl, explained my situation and asked if she could please upload the picture to my Google drive (promising I wouldn't share it). I waited for almost an hour, feeling sick, refreshing every 20 seconds until I finally got a reply. She was very apologetic and assured me she doesn't know who was in the stall, but that she would take down the picture. It didnt matter, I knew who was in the stall. I looked in my Google drive and there it was…a 4 minute long video. I paused for a bit, then clicked it
It started out around where the screenshot was taken. No movement, other than Jill shifting side to side, looking like she was trying to get comfortable. The girl walks to the adjacent stall and closes the door, sitting down to pee but keeping the camera going. I couldn't see anything anymore, but can distinctly hear what's going on now. There is a deep male voice, moaning, sighing, followed by a female moaning, but more muffled sounding. It's definitely Jill, and she's definitely not drugged or passed out…she wants this. I can hear her slurping and sucking…off and on I can hear her hand pumping him.
"You're so fucking big!" She whispered, followed by 2 quick kissing sounds then back to slurping.
"A little bigger than you're used to?" He says quietly "mmmHmmmmm" she murmured
It went on like this for 3 solid minutes…sucking, slurping, her moaning, him moaning and sighing. His moans were getting more frequent…hers were turning into "mmmHmmmmm, mmmHmm". I knew what was going to happen…I contemplated stopping the video, but I didn't. His hand hit the wall of the stall, and he let out a gasp…followed my moan after moan. The sounds of her jacking him stopped, and I could hear her moaning…still muffled. He was cumming, and he was still in her mouth… Something she flat out refused to ever do with me. It went on for a good 20 seconds before he stopped. There were no sounds of tissue paper, no sounds of spitting…she swallowed his cum.
I confronted Jill about it. She denied, but confessed as soon as I showed her the video. She said she got caught up in the moment…she was really drunk, and wasn't used to having someone so attracted hit on her. She'd never experienced anyone but me, and just went with the new feeling. She admitted to sucking him off, she admitted to swallowing his cum. She caught a ride back to our town with him but went to his house…after sucking on him most of the way back. She was sucking on him while I was texting her. She texted me back when she got to his place, then didn't look at her phone again. They fucked the rest of the night…no condoms (she's at least on the pill). In my own stupidity I made her give me details…he was huge. She insisted she regreted it, but admitted it was amazing. He made her cum multiple times. She made him cum 4…in her mouth twice (stall and car), then in her pussy, and the toughest part of the whole thing was that she let him have her ass, something she insisted she had no interest in up to that point.
We broke it off immediately after. I'm rock hard writing this, but was a shrivvled mess at the time. I can admit to myself now that the thought of what happened turns me on, but I don't know if I could go back to that moment and look at it that way. I loved her then, and don't now…maybe that's the difference. It scares me wondering if I'll ever be able to love someone like that again…or if this interest in cuckolding is just the new norm for me…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/403txg/ladies_night_mf_cheat
Hey — I’ll skip the snark, and say I think /r/EroticLiterature is what you’re looking for. I know it’s tempting what with this sub’s much higher sub count and participation, but that’s the place for fiction. Or you’ll find other online communities, particularly for this subject, where you might find even better feedback & appreciative readers.
You’re kind of a turd, aren’t you. What about his story suggests its not real? I wouldn’t doubt that it isn’t a factual account of exactly what happened, but it doesn’t sound too far our of the realm of possibility given the tendencies of people to cheat. This sub is stupid sometimes…people write about cheating on their spouses and they’re heckled by all the white knights. A guy writes about being cheated on and how it affected him sexually…and is accused of making it up. If you don’t like the story, downvote and move the fuck on. But please quit discouraging people from contributing quality content to this sub.
This sub has enough fake cuck stories to last us a lifetime. Im ok with the snark
Are you FUCKING kidding me. Is this sub absolutely insane? How can you POSSIBLY read that story and not instantly know it is fake? Like what the fuck, I’ve seen people call fake on a few stories I thought had a chance to be real. But this is, without a doubt, one of the most obvious fakes ever posted to this sub.
Fuck I hope this is fake, my boner is sad
How can you tell? I mean, what gave it away?
This would be a relatively well crafted fictional cuck story, if it were posted in the right sub.
Lol cheer up little fella, I’m not really depressed about it…its just the way it is. We tried again a few months later, I thought maybe I could embrace the whole cuck/hotwife aspect of it (that’s when she told me most of the intimate details). It was hot…but I just couldn’t do it with her. The history we had before the cheating, and the sense of betrayal was still there. I’m hopefull I can make it work with the next lady though.
maybe you should post the video or the screen shot?
Haha, he got over it pretty quickly; he’s a bit bipolar, huge up and downs =P Yeah, I understand. I’m not sure if I could do the hotwife thing, but I’m sure if she fucked someone before we talked about it we’re not coming back from that.
fuck that shit