The Girl Is Trouble Pt 14

Jess and I had gotten in a habit of meeting up at my place after our last classes for a day, meaning I generally got there before her most days. This day was one of those days, so I got back to my place before her. We weren't big on texting each other, so we hadn't had any communication during the day.

Jess came in as she usually would and threw her bag on my floor. She came up behind me as I had my back to the door while sitting at my desk.

She wrapped her arms around me in a hug from behind me.

I turned around as she released me and gave her my best pissed look I could muster.

"What the fuck, Jess?"

"What?"

"You fucked Mark last night. Loudly. The whole house heard it," I was exaggerating a bit.

"So?" she replied frankly, "I thought you wanted me to fuck him? Is that a problem?"

"Dammit, Jess, are you just going to fuck whomever you want to, consequences be damned?"

She stared at me, not comprehending. Finally, she replied, "Yes. That is exactly what I'm doing. I thought you understood that?"

I had kind of been winding her up to begin with, but something triggered in me when she said that. For all the assumptions of her rationale that I had come to after talking with Mark, the core of why I felt betrayed by her sleeping with him came to the forefront with her statement.

"You really don't care if it bothers me, does it?"

She was incredulous.

"Darren I've pretty much been upfront with you from day one of who I am. I like to fuck guys. Sometimes even girls. I get off on the variety. I get off not giving a fuck if people think I'm a slut for doing so. I mean, I fucked half a fraternity before we met and you've continued to date me since finding out. If it's not clear, I will fuck whomever I want and you don't get a say in who I fuck. How is that not clear?"

Fuck. She was right. She will fuck whomever she wants. Hearing it said like that was... shocking. I started out just wanting to razz her a little for putting on such a demonstrative show in my own house, but damn. We were now talking the real talk.

"You're right. I have no say in who you fuck," I spat out, a bit harder than I intended.

"Babe, I told you I had trouble keeping boyfriends before. Hell, I have trouble keeping friends with girls because of who I am. I thought in finding you I finally found the missing piece. The person who I could count on and would love me for who I am and not want to change me."

"Fuck. Yes, of course I want to be that. But this is hard. I'm hearing half the college knows or at least thinks you're fucking Jacen."

"I AM fucking Jacen."

"Yeah but, if I'm with you, they know I'm a cuck."

"You ARE a cuck, Darren. How is this news to you?"

"Yeah, but like, what I'm into behind closed doors is different than everyone KNOWING."

"Fuck, Darren," she started, exasperated, "look me in the eyes and tell me everyone knowing wouldn't be exactly what you want."

That stopped me cold. Every bit of the color drained from my face. All the fight went out of me. Goddamnit if she hadn't just absolutely nailed me.

And then, absolutely at the worst possible moment, my bedroom door flew open and my planned prank blew up in my face.

Mark came in with a swagger, "Awesome you're here Jess. Ready to pick up where we left off last night?"

Jess look at him puzzled and then looked at me. She looked down and my jeans were completely tented. A shit eating grin crossed her face.

"Yes, Mark I do. Come take me on Darren's bed."

Mark gave me a glance. I think we both believed that she would have given some token resistance or something. Instead, it was like it was her idea and she was going to push it in my face. It was probably silly of me to not have considered that- during their show for me the night before, she had told him to come take her in my room. Guess it wasn't all an act by Jess.

She had a huge smile on her face as she looked back at me while she was undoing Mark's jeans. His cock wasn't hard but even still it was really big. It's hard to have a good comparison to Jacen's. It wasn't quite as large nor quite as... threatening. It was very similar to mine, white and circumcised, just bigger in proportion.

She looked Mark in the eyes as she knelt before him.

"I didn't see it very well in the dark last night. You have a beautiful cock, Mark. I love it."

She rubbed the soft but hardening cock across her face. It was nearly as big as her face. When her chin was at its base, the head just about hit her hairline. Even I had to admit, it was a good looking cock.

She proceeded to slather it with her tongue and with kisses. Finally, after a teasing lick around his glans, she made her mouth into an "O" and took it in. She had him hard now and with her first attempt, she got a good two-thirds of the way down his cock before she began to gag.

Seeing her up close and well-lit as she serviced his bigger dick was thrilling for me. Others who write about the hotwife/cuckolding lifestyle talk about how watching your wife or girlfriend have sex with another man before you is like watching your favorite porn actress perform live in front of you, and that really felt like the case here. But the other thing we all can acknowledge is it's not just watching your significant other performing sex acts in front of you that is arousing. It's the fact that they are not doing it with you and, in many if not most cases, are doing it with someone who you or your love at least perceive as a better lover than you. Better hung. More able to turn them on. Make them cum better or more often.

That feeling of inadequacy, of being seen as 'less than', to your wife or girlfriend in comparison to the person, the man, who is producing better results than you can and who therefore takes precedence in her desire. Replacing you. As a cuck, having that comparison so visually before you, the contrast being so strongly displayed is humiliating. But the power from being someone willing to take that humiliation on because of what it gives to your partner, your love, is there as well. I can't think of any more obvious example that you put your woman's needs above your own in this moment.

And Jess loved it. She loved cocks, loved a variety, loved the freedom. She adored the power she had over a man by holding his erection and pleasuring him through it. She loved how the bigger cock made her feel. However it was becoming increasingly more evident that the humiliation I was suffering when witnessing her with another, more satisfying lover drove her just as much as the sex she was experiencing with them. I that was starting to feel like a scab that she was picking at.

I didn't consider myself a masochist, but it was hard to figure out where the arousal from the open humiliation ended and the hurt began. Reality was coming to me that if I continued with her, this would likely be our way of life, the defining nature of our relationship. And, although I liked Mark and saw that she potentially had good intentions by bring him into this game of ours, because it was someone I knew outside of her and was occurring in the place where I loved, it again felt destabilizing.

She shook me from my introspection as she had finished up giving him head. She stood up before him and, from over her shoulder, told me, "Darren, undress me for Mark. Show him that you willingly give my sex to him."

There it was. That sting of humiliation. I loved it and hated it. I didn't really want to 'give her sex to him'. I wanted her sex. We made love a few times after the Lindsay incident, but it had been a week or more since we'd had sex and I again was starting to feel like she was denying me again.

But, nevertheless, I found myself undressing her as commanded. I couldn't deny that for as much as I wanted to make love to her, I did want to see her with Mark again. I wanted to see her with Mark more than I wanted to be with her myself. This pissed me off, but I found myself more angry at me than with her.

I lifted her shirt, a soft cotton long sleeve that might even have been the one she was wearing when we met. I undid her bra from behind, dropping it onto the floor, on top of where her shirt landed.

Mark was staring at her as I was undressing her. I got the impression he was trying not to look at me, attempting to shield me from the humiliation he assumed correctly that I was feeling. His attempt to protect my feelings actually made it worst. His caring and empathy made it all sting worse. He removed his shirt at this point, I think he unconsciously needed a reason to look away from me for a moment.

Jess was breathing heavy, getting a lot of arousal from the situation of being exposed to him and, likely, from her humiliation of me. She had one guy drooling over her while another one, her nominal 'boyfriend', was the one stripping her for the other to have.

I pulled her pants down, yoga pants as was her usual and another trigger for me that this might have been the actual outfit she was wearing when we met. Not sure why that was significant or if it even was. All she was left in were her panties, a tiny pale pink lacy thong. I slipped my thumbs under the thin strips of material on both of her hips. Feeling the material and her hips against the back of my thumbs was very tactile. What I felt in my gut as I was doing this, unwrapping the final layer between my girlfriend's sex and her lover, was tumultuous.

With her small ass before me, I was thought about just how small she seemed. It was literally in my face. Mark was much taller and broader than I was. His member much larger than mine. The contrast of his larger attributes compared to her small stature and build made her look almost child-like before him. Her girl-next-door looks and small frame gave the appearance of innocence when standing before this muscular man with his throbbing tool. Taking all this in as I continued to pull down her thong sent a shiver down my spine.

"Darren, babe, feel my pussy while you're down there."

I did as I was told. As my finger penetrated her folds, her precum dripped out readily. She was soaking wet.

"Do you feel it? Can you feel how wet his cock had made me? My pussy knows it needs more lubrication for me to take his cock."

I swallowed hard as I accepted her truth.

She stepped forward and my finger came out of her pussy.

"Fuck me with your big thing, Mark. Show Darren how good a lover you are."

Mark, clearly turned on by her dirty talk, quickly forgot any concern for me. He wanted my hot girlfriend. He wanted to fuck her in front of me. He picked her up, large hands engulfing each of her ass cheeks as he pulled her to him. He kissed her as he carried her over towards my bed, his cock sticking obscenely from between her legs. The distance from which it surpassed her buttocks emphasized just how much more it would go deeper than I ever could.

He laid her down while he continued making out with her. Seeing them make out so passionately actually tore at me worst than if they were just fucking.

I saw her hand snake down and aim his cock at the entrance to her vagina. She ran the head up and down her pussy that was opening for him. Her inner lips were spread around the head as he pushed in, coaxing a moan from her. When I glanced at her face after the moan, I saw she was looking at me with heavily lidded eyes. A smile creeped across her lips as he plunged deeper into her.

"God damn, Mark, your size is so good for me. You're really stretching my pussy without tearing it apart," she told him as she looked into his face and away from mine. I was forgotten again.

He pulled back out a bit and then pushed back forward, inching deeper into her. I thought again how a man with a bigger cock than mine would be touching her in places I never did. Jealousy and lust washed over me anew.

Mark finally bottomed out in her and she cried out, "God yes, Mark. That's it. I love how you fill me up. So much more than my boyfriend. Mmmmmm, oooooh yes."

I loved her sounds and seeing how stretched her lips were around his girth. I had a flash of pride in her for taking all of him and was glad to be someone who at least didn't stand in the way of her feeling this pleasure. But then the angst edged back in. If he was as good as she said, wouldn't it just be easier to be his girlfriend? Why even bother with me?

Her hands were on his ass as he ground into her. He was so deep inside her, it's like they were one. They were making out again and he just held himself in her, making her feel the fullness of being inside her.

Then the fucking began. He extracted himself almost fully then pounded back in. Out and in. Out and in.

And Jess kept up the dirty talk.

"Oh Mark, I love your cock. You fuck me with it so good. I should've let you fuck me months ago. Ooooooohh, yesss. Darren, I wish you could fuck me this good. You're so wonderful to me, being ok with me fucking bigger cocks and better lovers. Having your love but still being free to, ooooohhhh, to get amazing sex."

It was nice to hear her say those things but it was also humiliating to thank me while she was fucking my roommate in front of me on my bed.

"Baby, come here. Take your clothes off and get closer. Watch his cock stretching my pussy. You like seeing that. Another, mmmmmm, another man's dick deep in my pussy. Look how hard you are. If we were a normal couple, this wouldn't be ok. But we're not a normal couple. I need, oooooh, I need this and you love seeing it. This is what we both need and Mark here gets a great fuck buddy out of it. This is good, right? Tell me, ooooh, tell me I'm wrong."

I could not. It hurt. I felt out of control constantly. I had less sex with her than I would like. But I did like seeing this. I did enjoy watching her take a bigger cock, fucking more masculine men. Again, I thought about a potential life with her. I really did want to be with her. This wasn't easy to live with, to live in this way. But I also couldn't imagine a normal life with her. Just her and I, living a boring existence.

Last night I was freaked out that my roommates would know how we were. That she was exposing me. This morning, Mark confirmed that many on campus knew what a slut she was. Heck, I was warned by many folks when we first started out. It had been months that we've been together and we'd done so much together, experienced so much.

I was scared but not of what she was doing or exposure. I was afraid that I'd lose her if I didn't allow myself to go all in. I wanted her to fuck others. I wanted to watch when I could. I actually got off on the humiliation of it all, the situations and her words. I wanted her to always come back to me. That was the one thing I could have that no one else could.

"I love you, Jess."

She looked at me as she continued to fuck Mark. I could see it in her eyes. She did love me. It might seem bizarre to say as she had another man's dick in her that I knew she loved me deeply. We had a codependent relationship. No other kind of guy would put up with her fucking around as much as she needed to. And she also got off on the humiliation of me. We fed each other's needs and were there when all was done to hold each other and love each other.

"I love you too Darren. Always and forever."

"Forever?" I said, practically tearing up.

"Forever," she said emphatically.

Mark looked at us both as we had this tender moment. Maybe he thought we were nuts, who knows. But he never let up and Jess continued fucking him back.

"I want to marry you," I said.

"Are you asking me to marry you while I'm fucking another guy?"

"Yes, I guess I am," I replied, an embarrassed grin crossing my face.

"God, we are so meant for each other. Yes, of course I'll marry you you perv."

"Are you both kidding me right now? You just got engaged with my dick in her pussy, while I'm fucking the shit out of her?" Mark said unbelieving what was going on here.

Jess and I both blushed. This wasn't going to be a story we were going to be able to tell people.

Jess reached out for my hand as she began to crest to an orgasm. I took it and stared into her eyes as she came, her other hand squeezing Mark's ass cheek and pulling him into her.

Her orgasm and the twitching of her body set him off and he began grunting hard. He was going to cum himself.

"Argh, I'm about to cum!" he announced, likely giving us warning to have him pull out.

"Cum in her, Mark. It's what she wants," I told him.

"Oh yes," she added, "it's what he wants too. Shoot your cum deep in me. Deeper than he can."

Mark bellowed loudly as he released inside my girlfriend's pussy in front of me, "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh, god damn best pussy I've ever had. Fuuuuuuck!"

Jess looked like angelic. A slutty, well-fucked angel, but still she had this amazing glow about her. She just smiled at me and I was so fulfilled. I proceeded to burst and shot my own cum across her chest. She smiled at me a giggled a little.

"Thank you Mark. Thank you for giving me such a good fucking and filling my pussy with your load. Look at what we made Darren do all over me."

Mark laughed as he looked down at my rapidly deflating dick that I held in one hand.

"You really do like seeing her get fucked, don't you?"

"Yes."

"She's so damn hot. I just don't think I'd be willing to let anyone take her for a ride if she was mine. But I guess that's why it works for the both of you. I will gladly fuck her anytime you want me to. Shit I'd fuck her on your wedding night if you needed me to."

I saw the look that passed across Jess's face. Pure lust and desire. I have to admit, the idea of her in a white wedding dress while she was being pounded by another man's dick... yeah, it got me going too.

"Would give a new meaning to 'best man', I guess," I said absentmindedly.

All three of us laughed together.

Her laughter had the effect of pushing his now limp dick from her pussy, allowing the cum he dumped into her to drool out of her reddened pussy.

As her laughter subsided, Jess noticed me looking at her creamed puss.

"Mark, would it weird you out if he went down on me now?"

Mark looked at what he had done to her pussy then up to Jess, taking in what she had said. Then he looked over to me. I think he was surprised to see the desire in my eyes.

"You really going to eat her out with my stuff in her?" he asked me.

I nodded, finding my mouth too dry to say anything.

"Dude, that's fucking hot," Mark said, surprising me.

He moved up on the bed next to Jess as I moved over and began to go down on her. Being part of this seemed to be re-awakening Mark's dick and Jess reached over to encourage it's revitalization. I think doing this in front of him was getting me even more into it.

"That's it, baby. Show me you love me. Words are great, but showing your love and acceptance for who I am in this way, in front of my lover, is so hot. God you're so good with your tongue. Lick up all his stuff."

And I did. I swirled my tongue cross her pussy, sucking up their combined juices and licking up and down her lips. I traced all around, cleaning up every trace of cum on the outside before lapping into her vaginal opening. I could taste the tangy saltiness of his cum, noticing the subtle differences between my own and Jacen's cum. I thought to myself that it was like I was becoming a cum connoisseur. And I was getting hard again myself.

Mark watched fascinated as I cleaned her thoroughly. It turned me on seeing him watch me do what so many would see as a humiliating act. Jess moaned as I hit sensitive areas, getting her heavy breathing as I was taking her to an orgasm myself. I was definitely part of her sex life. This was my role. I saw the list in her eyes for me as I performed this intimate if humiliating act on her.

She grasped his cock harder as she was edging to the orgasm I was building in her.