Sloppy Seconds Captured on Tape

My girlfriend Kathy and I weren’t getting along any more and finally broke it off. Yeah, people always say “It was a joint decision” but I’m not afraid to admit I’m the one that brought it up first. I’m sure it was inevitable, but Kathy was still pretty upset about it. She called a few days later, drunk and lonely and wanting to get back together. I felt bad and, like a dumbass, we started dating again. I said to myself, “Well, I give it two weeks before it falls apart.” We made it 10 days. We just didn’t fit. The second time she was the one to break it off.

So about a week later I remembered some stuff I’d left at her place. She only lived a couple of miles from me but I didn’t want to drop in unannounced. I called her up and caught her on her way out. So we set up a time a couple days later for me go to over.

I had a few drinks with the work crowd at happy hour that evening. Kathy’s place was on my way home so instead of calling first I just dropped by. I pulled into her apartment complex parking lot and headed toward her building. I passed a guy headed toward his car that looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place him. I figured I’d probably just seen him around the apartments or something and didn’t think any more of it.

I headed up the steps and knocked on the door. I heard her yell, “Come in.” She didn’t usually leave her door unlocked, but I still didn’t think anything about it so I opened it and headed in.

“What did you forget?” she said from the couch before even looking at me.

“I think I left a pair of swim trunks, sunglasses… uh… I don’t know what else-“ I started to say as I stepped into the living room.

She looked over her shoulder from the couch at me, a little startled. I stood there stunned as I took everything in. She thought it was someone else walking into the apartment. Someone who’d just left. The guy I’d just passed in the parking lot. The guy was Troy, a guy she used to have a thing for back in college because he was a black man with green eyes, something of a fetish of Kathy’s. He’d just left from having sex with Kathy. She had that glazed look she only got from having a couple too many drinks and a bit too much sex. All of these things rain through my brain like a freight train.

I don’t remember taking a few steps closer. My jaw was probably dropped. I might have tried to stutter something, probably “What the hell?!?”

I don’t remember because what I saw next completely shut my brain down. She was naked, sitting on the couch with her legs spread. The new little digital video camera I’d gotten her for Christmas was on the coffee table, pointed at herself. Or more accurately, at her crotch. She had the display turned around so she could watch. Cum oozed out of her while I stood there.

I looked up at her face and she gave me her, “So?” look. She was definitely drunk. I was still too stunned to move. She reached down and started lazily running her fingers over her sopping pussy, again stunning me before I could get my thoughts together, much less get a word out of my mouth.

I think I was about to say something, again probably something like “What the hell?!?”, but before I could get my jaw to work she took her fingers and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked on the fingertips. I could clearly see the wetness on them as she had lifted them from her pussy. She stared at me while she did this with an expression I can only describe as “I just got my brains fucked out.”

She put her hand back down to her pussy and spread her legs even wider. The whole thing was taking on a “fuck you” feel, like she didn’t care about me at all and she wanted me to know it.

We had played some kinky games in our time together, but we didn’t have quite the same tastes (one of the many things that drove us apart.) We both liked to be dominated but neither of us liked to take charge unless we were fighting. Then we both wanted to be in charge.

I couldn’t help but remember as I stared the one time she’d gotten in the mood to take control of the night. I think we’d been fighting on the phone, she’d been a little drunk and I’d come over. She’d had the same steely look then as she did sitting on the couch with Troy’s cum oozing over her fingers.

She began to run little circles around her clit, masturbating right in front of me. My brain still couldn’t catch up. She stopped staring at me to look at the camera. She spread her legs even farther and more cum dripped out. She was getting it all on video.

“You like this?” she said, her voice low and a bit slurred.

I realized I’d been transfixed by the little display on the camera and turned back to her to say, “What?”

She was staring at my crotch and I looked down and adjusted the bulge in my slacks.

“Do you want to watch?” she asked.

“Um…” was all I managed to say. I just couldn’t handle it all at once.

“Get closer,” she said, her voice taking on the demanding tone she used when we fought.

I don’t know why but I knelt right there on the floor so I could get a better view.

She pulled her fingers to her mouth again and sucked them clean, then slid them back down to her pussy.

“You miss this?” she asked.

Again all I could get out was a dopey “What?”

“My pussy.”

I just stared as she pushed a finger inside herself. I’d almost never seen her do that. She didn’t do that when she masturbated, didn’t like my fingers in her when she and I used to play together. It made squishy sounds and I couldn’t help but notice the big wet spot on the couch.

She bumped me with her knee, pushing me out of the way of the video camera. I didn’t even realize I’d leaned in further, blocking the shot.

She pushed a second finger in and slid her other hand down to play with her clit. I must’ve leaned in again because she bumped me with her knee, pushing me back out of the way of the camera.

“Why don’t you get in here?” she said, pointing between her legs.

“Huh?” I said, not sure what she meant, but inching forward.

She moved so that I could kneel between her legs. Then she put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. My head was close to her pussy but my back wasn’t in the way of the camera any more. I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder to make sure. When I turned back she had her fingers working over her clit again. I could smell the sperm and her wet pussy.

“Do you miss my pussy?” she asked again.

I was getting really turned on by the whole scene. I was really getting into it and I knew how much she liked dirty talk. She’d always had to egg me on to do it, but when I finally would she’d practically hit the ceiling when she came.

“Yeah… I… I miss your pussy,” I finally said.

She sort of eased back just a bit, letting me know she wanted more.

“I jerked off the other day thinking about your tight pussy.”

(True.)

She sighed and worked her fingers over her clit just a little faster.

“You miss sucking on my clit?” she asked.

“Yeah. I thought about your clit in my mouth. Running my tongue over it. Sucking it.”

”Suck it,” she said, moving her hand aside.

“What?” I said.

“Suck my clit,” she said, getting that commanding tone in her voice.

I told myself later it was the alcohol and the month or so it had been since we’d had sex (or at least since I’D had sex) but of course I know now I probably just wanted to do it.

I leaned in and put my lips on her pussy.

Maybe if she hadn’t let out an “Oh!” like she really liked it I might have gotten disgusted and pulled away, stormed out the door and never talked to her again. Maybe.

Instead I sucked her lips and clit into my mouth like I knew she liked. Then I started twirling my tongue over her clit while sucking at the same time. She shivered and shook and moaned.

I couldn’t help but reach down and squeeze my cock while I sucked on her. I already had a wet spot seeping through my slacks.

“That’s it. Suck my pussy,” she said. She almost never talked dirty herself. It egged me on.

“Yeah. Suck it.”

I looked up. She was staring at me with a look I don’t think I’d ever seen before. I’m not sure I can describe it. She looked like a horny, drunk, angry whore. It was like a face out of a porn flick.

It probably should’ve sent me packing but it only turned me on more. I haven’t often felt nasty in that particular way, but I sure as hell did then!

“Oh, that is sooo sexy,” she moaned.

“Yeah… Clean my pussy out.”

OK, that one kind of disturbed me. Yeah, I knew what I was doing. But I’d been in denial while I was doing it. I started to pull away when she put her hands in my hair and held me in place. Again things were so strange and… well, just nasty that I couldn’t help but respond.

I sucked her off right there on the couch.

She came hard, bucking up against me. I looked up and watched her stomach muscles tense. I continued my gaze up to her face and was shocked yet again to find her staring over my shoulder, watching us on the camera.

I kept glued to her clit until she pulled my head away. She collapsed back onto the couch and looked utterly spent. Her pussy still oozed a little. I tried not to think about what it was oozing while I undid my pants.

I kicked my shoes off and got my pants down when she stopped me, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I said, trying to turn the tables on her and take the dominant role.

She let me finish undressing before she said, “No you’re not.”

“Yes I am,” I said, still trying to seem forceful and in control.

“I’m done. Get your shit and leave,” she said, rolling aside and standing up to walk away.

I reached for her but she slapped my hand away, “I’m serious. Leave.”

“What?” I said, still reaching for her.

“I’ll call the fucking cops, get the hell out of my apartment.”

“Kathy!?!” I said, with probably the same “What the hell?!?” look on my face I’d had almost since I’d walked in the door.

But I just stood there, looking dumb.

She headed into her bedroom.

I shook my head and reached for my socks and pants. I had them on and was reaching for my shoes when she came out of the bedroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, a bag in her hand I recognized as mine.

“Here’s your stuff.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was pissed but felt like a fool. I decided to keep my mouth shut and get the hell out of there.

She plopped down on the couch next to me as if it was just another day. But I caught her staring at the bulging wet spot on my slacks.

We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. I think we were both waiting for the other one to make a move, say something.

She went first.

“Want to watch the video?”

“What?”

“The video. Want to see what you missed?”

“What, you and Troy?” I said, not feeling too happy about the prospect.

“You can jerk off while you do it,” she said, not even waiting for my answer before getting off the couch and picking up the camera. She plugged the cables into the front of her VCR and turned on the TV.

I was stunned, yet again. On one hand I actually did want to see it. On the other hand I didn’t like the way she was treating me. I think I was subconsciously stalling on making a decision so I would end up seeing the video anyway.

It only took a few seconds for her to click the right buttons and the video came to life.

TV:

She was on the couch naked. The camera moved and I heard Troy’s voice, “Like this?”

“Does it say it’s recording?” Kathy asked.

“Yeah.”

The camera moved closer and lower. Troy had sat it down on the coffee table. It bumped around a lot – he must’ve been moving the viewfinder around so that they could see. His head poked into the frame, looking at the camera. I couldn’t help but feel like he was looking at me.

Meanwhile:

Kathy sat down on the couch next to me as if it was just another evening in front of the TV. She idly played with her hair.

TV:

Troy stepped over closer to the couch. He was still dressed.

Meanwhile:

Somehow seeing him in the same clothes I’d seen him wearing in the parking lot on my way in brought back the fact that this had only happened minutes before. I couldn’t psych myself into thinking it was just porn or that it had happened long ago. It was practically live.

TV:

Troy stood with his side toward the camera next to Kathy. She slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. I knew what was coming next.

She undid his belt, then the button on his slacks. She unzipped him and let his pants fall.

He was wearing boxers, something else I knew Kathy liked. (I was never a fan of them myself.) She slid a hand up one leg of the boxers and probably caressed his balls. He was undoing the buttons on his shirt. She pulled open the flap on the boxers with her other hand and reached in to pull his cock out.

Meanwhile:

She had told me a little about Troy when we were dating. She liked his green eyes, dark skin, and big cock. There wasn’t much else she talked about. I was under the impression they never went on an actual date. They just hooked up whenever they felt like it.

TV:

The few things she had said about his cock were true. He was bigger than average, bigger than me. Maybe seven inches and not fully hard yet. She took his head in her mouth, still fondling his balls with the other hand up the leg of his underwear. He moaned, “Yeah, baby.”

She sucked him in. Or as much as she could. She began bobbing back and forth immediately. No slow build up like I was used to. She was sucking like a porn star. He got stiff and pretty soon I couldn’t help but be impressed. Maybe nine inches long, thick, lots of veins bulging.

Meanwhile:

“Well?” Kathy said, distracting me.

“Huh?” I said, pulling my eyes away from the TV.

She glanced down at my crotch like, “Are you gonna…?”

I made up my mind I was gonna. I undid my pants and pulled my cock out.

TV:

On the TV, Kathy worked on Troy’s cock, sucking non-stop. I hadn’t seen her obviously enjoying any sex act that much in a long time.

Meanwhile:

I was stroking my cock steadily. I couldn’t help but stare, glued to the TV.

TV:

Kathy let his cock pop out of her mouth. She grabbed the boxers and pulled them down, working them off his cock.

Meanwhile:

I felt kind of silly with my shirt and pants on myself. I glanced over at Kathy and she was just sitting there watching TV like it was just another night. I took off my shirt and slid out of my pants and underwear.

TV:

Kathy looked at the camera and took Troy’s cock back into her mouth. She licked around the head of the big cock in her hand, giving the camera a little show. Then she went back to sucking on him in earnest, looking up at Troy.

Meanwhile:

I was already about to come myself. I wanted to stop, make it last, but I was so turned on. I muttered, “Goddamn…” and shook my head. It was really fucking sexy and I couldn’t believe it was Kathy. She hadn’t acted that way with me in almost two years. I probably would’ve lost it if Kathy hadn’t distracted me.

“Need some help?” she said, but in a really bitchy tone.

But she did ask.

I stopped and sat back on the couch, trying to give her a “Get on it” look.

She scooted over next to me and put her hand on my cock. I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu – we’d sat in front of her TV watching porn and masturbating each other before. Of course, she hadn’t starred in the movies we’d watched…

TV:

Troy looked really big in her mouth. I think he may have gotten even harder by that point. She couldn’t even take half of his shaft into her mouth. She stroked the rest with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

Meanwhile:

She reached her other hand over to play with my balls. As I watched the movie I realized she was touching me the same way she was touching Troy. When she stroked on the TV, she stroked my cock. When she tugged his balls, she tugged mine. It felt really strange, but it made me want her mouth on my cock in a bad way.

TV:

Troy was getting close. He started moaning, “Oh yeah. Suck it. Don’t stop. Yeah. Oh, suck it.” Kathy’s eyes were closed in concentration. She was going to suck him off right there.

Meanwhile:

Her hand around my cock was getting looser – her touch lighter and lighter. She wasn’t going to jerk me off, she was just teasing me. I couldn’t help but beg, “Oh, please…”

She whispered in my ear, “You miss this?”

“Oh! Yes. Please…” I whined, reaching for my cock. If she wasn’t going to get me off, I would.

But she let go of my cock and batted my hand away. Just in time for Troy to come.

TV:

“Oh yeah, baby…” he moaned. I could actually see his cock throb in her hand and mouth. She sort of gagged and swallowed and tried to keep it up. But she couldn’t. So she opened her mouth and looked up at him, stroking him while he continued his orgasm. He shot into her open mouth, onto her lips and cheek. I watched it run down her chin. The look of pure pleasure on her face – she looked so incredibly slutty.

Meanwhile:

I reached for my cock again but she batted my hand away. She held my balls in a firm tug and lightly touched just the head of my cock with the other hand. It was almost enough to get me off combined with the visuals, but not quite. She knew exactly what she was doing. Sshe’d resorted to handjobs more and more often in our waning sex life over the last year.

TV:

She gulped down the mouthful of cum and sucked him in again. He was still moaning and shaking, muttering, “Oh shit….”

She cleaned his cock like a dog licking a bowl clean. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t watched it. Troy watched and just kind of nodded. When she was done he tapped on her shoulder and pointed her to the couch.

He knelt between her legs and glanced back to see if he was on camera. How could I not realize I’d done the same thing in the same place minutes ago? Only minutes after he had been there first?

He turned back and went down on her. She stared at the camera for a moment then closed her eyes and laid her head back. He held her legs wide, lifting them by the backs of her knees. With his dark skin contrasting against her pale, it made for an excellent picture. A picture I still was 100% sure I wanted to watch.

Meanwhile:

Kathy kept up the idle stroking. I was shivering and having to hold myself back from reaching for my cock again. I thought about begging her to suck on me but she and I had been in this position before – me wanting sex, her not interested. Begging never worked. If anything, it only turned her off.

TV:

Troy wasn’t taking his time. His head was working in small circles and I could tell he was being a little too rough. Kathy was jumping and clenching, but he held her steady, gripping her legs. On one hand it looked like she wasn’t enjoying it that much. On the other hand it looked like she liked him being so rough. I don’t know what subtle clues gave it away, but it was obvious – she wanted him to take her that way.

After only a few minutes of that she changed from clenching in discomfort to clenching in pleasure. “Oh yeah…”

Meanwhile:

Usually watching women receive oral sex from a man in a porn film does nothing for me. But this wasn’t just any woman – I had still thought of her as mine, probably up until the moment I saw her take his cock in her mouth. Minutes later there I am watching a woman that’s no longer mine about to come on another man’s face. I could still smell her on my lips. And it was Kathy, for Christ’s sake! I wanted to jerk off so bad.

TV:

In what felt like record time for Kathy, she came. “Oh God yeah!” she moaned over and over. I’d heard that a few times but it had been a while since she’d said it so forcefully. She squirmed, but he held her firm.

She barely finished before he crawled up, still holding her by the back of the knees. I couldn’t see as much as I wanted on the video – bad angle – but I saw plenty. His cock was hard (again? still?) as he aimed it at her pussy.