Note to readers: Hey, I'm back with a new story. This is another story about an adventure with Ashley, my girlfriend. Stories in this series are not connected (for the most part) and can be read in isolation. This story involves a lot of bisexual (MMF) elements, a tinge of forced bi as well; if it's a turn off for you, stay away. Finally, if you like, please upvote and rate, thanks.
Caution: My main motivation for stories is female domination, and I'm really into cuckoldry, flr, friendzone, cbt, feet play, cfnm, humiliation, pet play, so these will probably be a recurring theme in my stories. All the characters are above 18 and although greatly inspired by a real event, the story is a work of fiction. Now getting to the main story, happy fapping.
My friends often teased me because Ashley never posted any of our couple-photos online. Instead, her feed was filled with photos with her bff, Harris. I would sometimes complain about it to Ashley. But she would say how she was protective of me and didn't want others to know about our personal endeavours. I never liked Harris. Ashley had known him since forever, and they had this kind of chemistry that made me extremely jealous. I had been dating her for a few months now, and no matter how close we were, it was nothing compared to the intimacy she shared with Harris. I always found Ashley becoming a completely different person around him, and that version of her, I absolutely hated.
I often told her how insecure I felt about Harris, but she would generally brush it off saying "He's just a friend, baby!" Nonetheless, the way he would wrap his arms around her waist, or the way she would jump into his arms when they met, or the occasional peck of kiss they planted on each others' cheeks, did not make it any better. She would boast about his achievements and he would often talk of her as if he owns her. Everytime I complained about it to Ashley, she would climb on my lap with her baby voice, "Awww! Is my little boyfriend jealous?" kiss me and put his hands inside my pants to rub me off. We would eventually end up having sex.
This one particular day, that changed our lives, I got really pissed at her especially because she wore this special dress I had bought for her to wear on my birthday, and went to a club with Harris. And moreover, I only got to know about it when one of my friends, Jason, told me about this almost nsfw story she had shared on Instagram.
When I opened my phone, I was stunned. The purple backless satin dress that I had got her made her look exceptionally hot. It was the first time I was seeing her wear the dress, which she was supposed to wear for me on my birthday. I felt hurt. Sad, and pissed, I kept looking at the picture. My sexy beautiful girlfriend, wearing this extremely sexy dress, leaning against Harris, and his hands ON her ass! I was starting to get a boner. I zoomed in to find that he was not just holding, but actually squeezing her ass cheek. Her hands were around his neck and there was this slutty little gape on her face. Her pale back looked like butter with the little mole shunning her beauty.
I was already hard and extremely hurt. I felt so angry that I wanted to throw my phone away, but I just couldn't stop looking at the picture. Involuntarily my hands went under my pants and I started rubbing myself to the picture.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, slowly jerking my hard cock. It felt so bad that I started crying. But I couldn't deny the fact that my cock had never been this hard ever before! Watching Harris' hands tightly grabbing her ass filled me with an unquenchable fit of jealousy that apparently aroused me. I kept jerking and jerking without even realising when Ashley walked up behind me. The sudden warmth on my left earlobe stunned me and I turned my head in shock as Ashley started giggling.
"Looks like somebody is being very naughty!" She teased and started pulling my t-shirt off, followed by my pants as I sat naked on the couch. My cock pointed straight up. She was still wearing the same dress and seeing her, smelling her, I couldn't resist it. She smelled so different, so slutty, for the lack of a better way to describe it. I wanted to grab her, but she held my arms and put them up in the air forcefully, "No no no! Naughty boys don't get to touch their girlfriends!" She giggled.
Ashley, I'm sorry! I did not know what to tell her. So I just said sorry. She climbed on top of me, swaying her hips right in front of my eyes.
"Do you wanna touch?" She teased.
Her petite ass covered in the silky fabric of the purple dress swayed in front of me. The hem of the dress was flowing with her moves. I couldn't believe Harris was grabbing this ass just some time ago. I badly wanted to grab them too.
Please, Babe...
"Tell me what you were doing!" She giggled.
I felt extremely embarrassed. I tried reasoning with her, but she was stubborn. She wanted me to say it out loud.
I was jerking to your photo.
She turned around and rubbed her tummy on my face. I couldn't help but sniff on the smooth fabric. She was teasing me so bad, that I was going crazy. "I want you to tell me exactly what you were beating to!"
Umm... To you... wearing the dress... You looked so sexy... and... Harris... he was... umm... he was grabbing your ass...!
She giggled. "Really? And you liked it?"
Umm... I... I felt angry, and jealous but...
"Mmmm... so you liked how Harris grabbed my ass?" She turned around and rubbed her tight ass on my face.
"Do you wanna see the other pictures, baby?" She giggled.
What! What other pictures? Babe!
She giggled, "It's nothing really! We were just drinking and dancing. And he started rubbing his member against my ass like this!" She continued rubbing her ass against my nose, almost suffocating me. I loved the way she smelled. So slutty! "Did you like how I was wrapped in his arms, baby?"
I could only whine in pain and pleasure.
She giggled! "He was so hard that I couldn't resist feeling it with my fingers. He was already holding my waist, but started touching up my body. You know, I wasn't wearing any bra!" She giggled, "You're the one who told me not to wear one with this dress, right? And, like a good girl, I didn't!" She giggled. "Am I a good girl, baby?"
Oh, baby! You are! You're a very good girl! My cock was going crazy! I felt so horny!
She giggled and then bent down a little, putting her tits right in front of my face, her nipples shining over the silky fabric, "That's what he said too, when he found that I was not wearing a bra!" She giggled.
I could not control my blood rushing to my brains and to my groins at the same time. She continued, "He started grabbing my boobs and playing with my nipples right in front of everybody. It was so hot I just came like that on the dance floor itself! He had to carry me to the counter and get me another drink to calm me down. I wanted to go to the stalls, and give him a blowjob, but then I thought about you... but, looks like I should've gotten to the stall, huh!"
Umm...
"Look at how hard you are! You love this don't you?"
Mmmm baby... I love you!
She let go of me and whispered, "So you like seeing me with Harris?"
I was turned on by this whole ordeal and liked the power dynamics. So I just went on with her. Yess!
She giggled. "And you wanna see the rest of the photos?"
Yes, Babe. Show me please... What photos!
Ashley giggled in response and sat on my lap with my hard cock in between her thighs.
She started rubbing the tip with my precum. "You promise you won't get mad, baby?"
Ashley... What did you do?
"You know Harris is a very good friend of mine and I always had a kind of crush on him, right? So, what if I start dating him too! How does that sound, baby?"
Are you breaking up with me?
