(This story feels like a cheating story, even though technically it isn't. It also contains strong elements of cuckolding).
Hey Zeb. My name's Nathan. You don't know me, but you know of me. I'm the guy who nailed your girlfriend Ellie at the frat party last weekend.
So this is pretty fucked up -- me sending you this email. It was definitely not my idea. Ellie called me on Monday and told me you wanted to know exactly what happened that night. She said she told you we hooked up but that's about it, but you want to know everything, the nitty gritty. She doesn't want to tell you herself, but she's okay with me telling you. More than okay, actually: She is INSISTING on it, and since you've been badgering her so much (her words, not mine), she wants me to be detailed and explicit.
I told her no, I wouldn't do this, that it's just so messed up -- I'm not one to kiss and tell generally, and definitely not when they guy I'm telling is the boyfriend of the girl I drilled. That's just an A-hole move and also potentially dangerous to my health. I thought that would be the end of it, but she texted me on Tuesday and asked if she could stop by the house I share with some other guys. I said sure, hoping she'd be down for a do-over. I had just gotten in from a run when she arrived. I showed her around a bit, introduced her to my two roommates who were home, and got her a club soda. She said she wanted to chat, so I suggested she wait in my bedroom while I showered quickly. When I got back to the room, wrapped in just a towel, I was pleasantly surprised - there was your hot young girlfriend, lying on my bed on her stomach, stark naked, scrolling on her phone. I sprung a woody instantly just from staring at her wicked ass. She turned her head toward me and gave me a 'come hither' look. I dropped the towel, sat on the bed and slid my finger down her crack to her pussy. That's when she once again brought up the subject of sending you this email. When I reiterated that it was a non-starter, the idea was whacked, she rolled onto her back, drew her heels up to her ass and let her knees fall the sides, putting her sweet pink pussy in all its glory on display. She started rubbing her slit as she gave me a wicked smile.
--Nate, she said, if you want any more of this, then you're going to have to do me this favour.
What was I to do? I try to live by the code 'bros before hoes', but there's a limit. And you of all people should know how hard it is to resist Ellie's feminine charms. So I said yes as I got on top of her and slid my cock in. Your girl sure knows how to get her way. But I guess you know that.
After we were done she dressed quickly, telling me she had an evening class - fittingly, it was Introduction to Human Anatomy. She gave me your email address, and told me to be as detailed as possible, graphic even, that I shouldn't hold back. She also said I had to include what I was thinking and feeling as well. So here I am recounting to YOU how I fucked YOUR girlfriend that night, in the hope that I can CONTINUE to bang her. Like I said, this is so fucked up. I have no idea what's going on with you two. Why would you want to know the details about me railing her? And if that's the case, why won't she tell you herself? Shouldn't that be part of your open relationship you guys now have? She doesn't think you're a cuck, that you won't actually get off on reading this. She also told me she doesn't want to cuck you, although I'm not so sure about that, given her theatrics at the party. So to me the whole thing makes no fucking sense. It just seems like an act of cruelty. But anyway, I definitely want to keep on banging her, so here goes:
I noticed Ellie from across the room as she walked into the party, and so did almost every guy there. So sweet and pretty and innocent looking. On the short side, maybe 5'4", with long dark hair and even darker eyes. Tanned skin. Curvy but fit. She was wearing a short jean skirt and tight white blouse that showed off her round, full tits. I knew she would be getting a lot of attention so I sprung into action, grabbing a beer and one of those sweet canned vodka drinks that girls seem to like. I walked over and handed it to her without asking if she wanted it.
--Oh, uh, thanks, she said awkwardly.
I introduced myself and struck up a conversation. She told me her name, that she was a freshman, a physiotherapy major -- the usual small talk. Three minutes in she told me she had a boyfriend. No surprise there -- all the newbies say that; it's a defensive manouevre. At my suggestion we moved closer to the beverage table and had a couple of shots.
As we chatted I discovered that Ellie wasn't like so many of the bimbos who seem to frequent our frat parties. She was bright, articulate and very personable. She seemed self-assured for a freshman. She started to tell me more about herself, and I realized she wasn't lying about having a boyfriend. She told me your name, that you grew up in the same small town, you were high school sweethearts. She told how she planned to start college here last year, but had to defer to help out in the family diner when her mother took sick. Now that she was better, Ellie was glad to be out of your 'bumfuck of a town' as she put it, and going to college in a bigger city. You decided to follow her here at the last minute, and you two ended up moving in together to a small apartment just off campus. That wasn't her plan -- she had been looking forward to moving into a dorm, she said - but it was pragmatic and saved you guys a lot of money. She described you as a very sweet guy, kind and gentle without a mean bone in your body. You got a job here working in a restaurant, mostly evenings. It wasn't much but it helped pay the bills.
All of this was sort of interesting, but not really, because that night I had one objective, namely to get laid. Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but when I'm trying to get into a girl's pants and she tells me she has a boyfriend, I have a standard two-part question. I rolled it out:
--Ever cheated on him?, I asked her.
--No, she said.
(That is pretty much the standard answer. What girl would admit otherwise? It's really just a set-up for the next one.)
--Ever been tempted?
If the girl says yes or maybe, or even hesitates or gives off a look of uncertainty, I know I have a shot. But Ellie did none of the above. She gave me a flat-out no, she loved you very much. She said she hated cheaters, that her dad cheated on her mother and ruined their marriage, and she would never do that to you.
--Good for you, that's admirable, I told her, although I didn't mean it. I tried to hide my disappointment.
I wasn't ready to give up, but I wasn't exactly encouraged either. As we continued to talk I started to glance around the room, looking for other potential targets. Perhaps it was because Ellie sensed my waning interest, or maybe she decided to just go for broke, but she told me something that drastically changed my assessment of my prospects for getting between her legs: You two were going through a phase right now, she said. You're both barely 20, you were each other's first and only. She wanted to gain more 'life experience' as she put it. So she sat you down recently and told you she wanted to have an open relationship; 'ethical non-monogamy' she called it. It was a phrase I hadn't heard before. She told you that you should both see other people just for the fun of it, but you would still stay together -- your love would see you through. There would be two rules: One, neither of you could bring anyone home, you would be discreet about it and not rub it in each other's face; and two, your circle of friends was off limits.
I asked her what your reaction was - I was genuinely interested. She told me you were dead set against it, you loved her and didn't want or need anyone else, you didn't want to share her or lose her. She said she told you in response that she loved you very much but she just needed to live a little, it was the only option or you definitely WOULD lose her. And so you reluctantly agreed, but added your own rule: you wouldn't keep any secrets from each other, you would let each other know if you went out with someone else.
And so now she was 'going to see what's out there', as she put it. Two girls she met at the gym, also freshmen, told her about our frat party, that they heard it was a good place to meet guys, they should all go together. They bailed on her at the last minute, but she decided to come anyway, solo. She said she told you she was coming to the party, but not to worry, it was just to have a few drinks and maybe dance a little. She wanted to have some fun, to spread her wings a bit. Besides, you were working that night. She told me she asked you to come and get her around midnight to walk her home, after your shift ended.
What Ellie told me troubled me somewhat. I do have a conscience, though it's never prevented me from fucking other guys' girlfriends, and even a few wives. In fact, I quite enjoy it -- it adds some fun to the chase. But I really felt for you. I mean, if Ellie were my girl, I wouldn't want anyone else banging her. But it was also music to my ears. Here was your hot, young girlfriend basically telling me, if I read things correctly, that she was a free agent out looking to get railed. Instead of spreading her wings I was hoping to be spreading her legs. I would soon find out.
As you know from our brief meeting that night, you and I are quite different physically. You're pretty short, about 5' 8" I would guess, with a slight build. I'm 6'1" and just over 200 lbs. with an athletic frame. I'm on the varsity rowing team, although I'm currently out of action with a minor rotator cuff tear. I mention our size difference because I think that may be why Ellie was attracted to me. As chatted she got a little tipsy and a little touchy, putting her hand on my chest when she was making a point, touching my shoulder from time to time. She held my gaze longer and longer as we talked. I had a feeling she was getting into me, and with luck I'd be getting into her. I will also tell you I'm pretty confident when it comes to women. I am well read and can carry on a conversation. And I'm not some dumb jock - I'm actually here on an academic scholarship, and I've been accepted into law school next year. So in her defence, a young freshman like her can be a pretty easy target., especially early into the semester, living away from home for the first time. I've banged my fair share of girls, so I have a good sense of when they're out on the prowl and serious about getting down to business. As the evening wore on I had no doubt Ellie was ready for some fun.
More people piled into the party. The place got jammed and we were forced closer together, chatting nose to nose. Ellie's firm tits brushed against me periodically, but she didn't seem to mind, and I sure as hell didn't. I put my hand on her hip and slid it around slowly and groped her ass gently, testing the waters so to speak. She didn't protest or move it away, which I took as a positive sign. My dick started to get hard. Pressed so close together as we were, I'm pretty sure she could feel it -- she even glanced down a few times.
As you saw when you came to get her, the frat house is a sprawling old place with an open two-flight staircase in the great room. Couples were making their way up there periodically. Sometimes the guy would go up first, followed by the girl, but nobody was fooled - there were no secrets about what was going on. Lewd comments could sometimes be heard over the din. Personally, I'm well past that sort of behaviour, but there are lots of young, immature yahoos who get a little crude when they've drunk, probably wishing they were the ones heading up there for some action. Ellie took notice.
