And that was the routine for several weeks. I would get sex once or twice a week, always cumming on her and having to lick it off. Then getting her a hotel room and delivering both her and her child to where they needed to go. Then reversing that routine the next day.
I was over the humiliation at this point. It was just routine. The encouraging hugs from her mom. The snide remarks from the hotel staff and Ben's remarks when I saw him.
Rebecca's attention was mainly on her phone texting or talking to Ben.
My girlfriend Rebecca, Bec for short, had lived a tame life. She got pregnant as a senior in highschool and married him. He was only out for his pleasure so before we met the extent of her sex life was three minutes in missionary or a quick blowjob to get him off. When we met and started dating, I introduced her to lots of things like porn, toys, positions, oral sex that gave her amazing orgasms and she couldn't get enough.
That's when things started to change. She got stopped for speeding and the cop, Ben asked her out. She came home and we had amazing sex talking about the possibilities. Once thing led to another and I actually was talked into getting a hotel room for the two of them. I even dropped her son off at her mom's house who knew exactly what was going on and then picking her up the next morning. This started a routine of him fucking her every Wednesday at a hotel I paid for.
So after a month and a half of having another man fuck my girlfriend each week, with me delivering her and even paying for the room he was fucking her in. I thought my humiliation was complete, I then realized my life was just starting down this road.
My final humiliation was just starting.
One afternoon I was heading back to work from lunch and wasn't paying attention to my speed. That's when cop pulled me over. He came to the window, took my license and went back to his car.
But looking in the mirror I noticed that he was talking on his cell phone and laughing.
He came back and handed me my license.
"No ticket today sir. Ben said he would take of it since you let your girlfriend take care of him."
I was shocked and didn't know what to say. That's when he leaned in and said. "I've seen her photos, if she ever needs a different date, just let me know and I'll be glad to help."
With that he laughed and walked off. I just sat there stunned. Does everyone know what's going on? How many people know? What pictures was he talking about?
I ended up stumbling through the rest of work and then headed home. I told her what happened and she just brushed it off.
"That's just boys being boys. I'm sure he was just bragging. But isn't that sexy that he thought I was sexy enough for him. Do you know what his name is?"
"What? that's your take away. Boys will be boys and what photos was he talking about?" I was beyond torn up inside.
"Nothing major. I just send Ben some photos of me in lingerie to show him what he will be getting that week. It's flattering to know he thinks I'm hot enough to brag."
"Well this has to stop. I can't afford to pay for these hotels and I'm ready to move past this." This was it, I was taking a stand.
"Oh so you get to say when I stop? Is that it? You are the man now? Where was this man the last few weeks when I was getting fucked over and over in a room you paid for? Where was this man when Ben and the lady at the counter made remarks to you?
I was stunned. Was she really putting this on me? Was she really making me at fault for this?
"Well, Ben and I talked and we actually didn't like having to go to a hotel each week so I was planning to tell you we would be saving you money this week. He is coming here after our date. He's even saving you gas money and picking me up for the date." So the only thing you'll be out for this week is sleeping on the couch and taking my son to my mom's house."
"What? Not in our apartment. I won't allow it!"
"Allow it? You don't allow anything. I pay for this apartment and over the last year you have stayed over so now you think it is your house? If you don't like it, you can go somewhere else."
"What? I thought we were getting closer. I thought you wanted me here. I thought you loved me?"
She closed the space between us and took my head in her hands. "Honey I do love you. And yes we are getting closer and I want you here. This is just sex. It isn't love. What we have is real. Besides, you are the one that encouraged this. I thought you enjoyed it to. Please understand. This doesn't change anything between us. If anything I want you closer while I do this. It turns me on knowing you are right outside the door listening."
The more she talked, the more my heart melted. I did love her and it did turn me on. We have been doing it for a month and a half so one more time won't hurt will it?
After a few hours I finally caved and agreed.
So that Wednesday I took a half a day off at work. I ended up taking Bec's son to her mom's house while she got ready. Her mom asked me in and sat me down.
"Steve, I know this is hard, but this is something Rebecca needs." She held my hands in her hands. "Rebecca has become very sexual and needs this release. But she still needs and loves you." She used her hand to move my face to meet eye to eye with her. "Why don't you give her this one thing. Then it will be over and you two can start your life together. She will have a history and memories like you do from your past and then it will be over."
It started to make sense to me, as strange as it sounds. But I went ahead and did it, even though I had my reservations.
I got home and Bec was just finished getting ready. The green dress was new and a little smaller than I'd ever seen. Lots of cleavage was on display and a split in the side came almost up to her hip. The back dropped down to show no bra and her cute little dimples. However, when she turned there was a small heart peaking out of her dress, almost on her ass.
She caught me looking and stopped. "Do you like it? Ben loves tattoos so I got it this past weekend for a surprise." She pulled her dress a little to show it. It was a small heart with a B in it.
" I don't understand. Why did you get that and why haven't I seen it?" It was then I realized that all week she had closed the door to take a shower or change. Now it made sense, she was denying me a look at her body and saving it for him.
"It's just a little tattoo. I thought it was cute."
"But why did you get a B in it?"
"That's for Bec, what you call me." She started to tear up. "I thought you would appreciate it because it is your pet name for me."
I was hit with both horror and and stupidity. Had she really gotten it just for me because of my pet name? Was it just a coincidence that it was also his name? So many emotions but also I was ashamed I had accused her.
"I'm so sorry. I was stupid, please forgive me." Now I was the one begging her. My standing in jeans and a t-shirt while she was dressed amazingly and getting ready to go on a date that would end up back here with them fucking. How did this turn?
