I don't know why I suddenly wanted to break up with my girlfriend Shelly. One day I was perfectly happy and content with our year old relationship, the next I wasn't. Why, I would later ask myself? But it was a question I could never answer. Shelly was an attractive girl, dark haired, tall and vivacious. We had fun together, both inside the bedroom and out of it. The fact that we'd lived together in harmony for the last eight months should have meant something, but in the end it didn't mean a thing. The day that I told Shelly I was leaving was difficult, for she had no inkling that it was all over. The hurt on her face would haunt me for a long time, as would her tears and the desperation of her cries of frustration and anger. But, I simply walked out of her life with the same ease that I'd entered it. It was not without guilt that I left, but it was with the realisation that our relationship was never going anywhere. If I was going to leave; the sooner and better it would be for both of us.
I set up residence in a small apartment and then got on with life. My stock broking work kept me focused, and I put in a huge amount of hours to keep my mind away from Shelly. There were times when I got lonely, and in the early days of our break up there was some temptation to reply to her many messages on my cell phone. But I stood firm, for I knew no good would ever come of it. I remained lonely and celibate, but with my integrity and pride in tact. For company, I joined the single men's club at the company I worked for, and what I missed out on sex, I made up with booze and male company.
A few months after our break up, a small package arrived for me at work. It was with some unease that I opened it, for Shelly's neat handwritten address was easily recognisable. Inside was a DVD case, the disc inside was labelled, 'Watch and Weep.' I was tempted to have a quick look at it on my office PC, but I had a premonition that the contents were for private eyes only. My concerns were to prove well justified. With great curiosity I left work early after telling the boss I wasn't feeling too good. My previous good work and reliability was never in doubt, and my boss waved me off home with a stern order to look after myself.
I pulled the curtains when I got home, then turned on the TV and slipped the DVD into the player. A few seconds later, the screen flickered to life and I recognised the familiar couch in the lounge of Shelly's flat. A few seconds later, Shelly entered the picture and sat down. It was the first time I'd seen her since I'd walked out, and my heart gave a little flutter. She leaned forward and smiled at the screen through her beautifully made up face. My eyes dropped to her nice brown legs which appeared from a short flared skirt that I liked her to wear back then. With her knees together, I couldn't see what delights I knew were above.
"Hi Sean." were her first words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm over you, and I don't think about you now, well not much anyway. I'm having real fun these days, I've met a few guys, and well, you know what happens. Do you remember Troy, the barman from Dukes? I've been seeing a bit of him lately, in fact he's right here now."
Shelly looked up and away from the camera, "Hey Troy, its time for you to come and sit beside me."
A second later, Troy joined Shelly on the couch, he smiled and waved at the camera, and of course me.
Troy was a big dark guy who had the hots for Shelly. Whenever she went to the bar for drinks, he made a bee line to chat her up, and for that reason I didn't much like him. Any guy who tries to come onto a woman when her boyfriend is close by doesn't rate highly in my estimations. The problem was that Troy stood well over six feet tall and was wide as a barn door, all of it muscle. Looking back, Shelly didn't seem to mind his attentions, which I suppose should have told me something.
Shelly smiled sweetly back at the camera, "I've invited Troy along to night to fuck me, and I thought you might want to watch. That's Pete behind the camera; I've had to promise to fuck him too. Otherwise he wouldn't film me and Troy. A wise investment don't you think, then you can see all the good close up stuff."
A hand appeared in front of the camera and waved at me; which I could only conclude was Pete's.
"I hope you don't mind me sending this to you, but I thought you might want to watch me with Troy. We've fucked before, and I like his big cock. He's much better than you were, not because of his cock, he's just better at it. You might learn something tonight, which won't be a bad thing. Hey, just before we start, I should warn you that none of my orgasms will be faked. I don't have to do that with Troy, it'll be a real change for me. Hope you enjoy watching us."
Troy gave me a smile and a thumbs up, "Watch and weep brother, this is all for you."
Now, a wise man would have removed the DVD from the player and destroyed it, but from the second that Shelly and Troy began kissing, I was drawn into their horrible little conspiracy.
For many seconds, they kissed passionately, Shelly cradling his face in her hands as their tongues rock and rolled. The camera dropped as Troy's hand slithered down to Shelly's legs and caressed them. Her skirt was slowly lifted giving me a little glimpse of the black lace panties I'd given her for a birthday present. Purposely chosen for my benefit I think. Shelly slowly opened her thighs to allow his hand further, and his dark fingers were soon stroking the black lacy material. A few seconds later, Shelly lifted one leg over Troy's knee to provide a better view, and I watched as his dark hand slipped down under the front of her panties. Shelly's long moan was captured by the camera mike, and her body began to respond as Troy fingered her. From previous experience I knew this to be no act, for Shelly just loved to have her pussy played with, especially her clitoris which would stand proudly out from her lips once she was aroused.
"Take them off." I heard her say.
Shelly lifted her buttocks from the couch as Troy slid her panties down her legs and over each raised ankle. He waved them in front of the camera before allowing them to drop to the floor. Her leg was again placed over his knee, and the camera zoomed in on Shelly's pussy. Her glistening lips were cleanly shaven with only a tuft of dark curls above her pubic mound. It was no doubt shaven for my benefit, for Shelly didn't believe in anything other than a neatly trimmed pussy suitable for a summer bathing suit.