Did that really just happen? I kept repeating to myself. I got up off of the couch and went into the bedroom. The bathroom was locked, and I could only imagine what Omar and Zoey were doing in there.
I couldn't get the image of Omar's massive cock penetrating Zoey's tight pussy out of my head. The image was seared into my brain, and strangely, I liked that.
"Oh, fuck. Oh my god!" I heard Zoey scream through the door with the backdrop of the shower running.
"Harder, baby, harder!" she continued.
I heard the faint sound of thumping as well. I could only imagine that meant Omar was currently fucking my girlfriend for the second time in the shower. Almost instantly, I was hard again, and, of course, I did what I'd been doing excessively for the better part of the last several weeks. I started stroking my cock to the sounds Zoey and Omar were making in the shower, vividly picturing every detail. I imagined he was penetrating her from the back as she stood up, her waist bent slightly forward, with the shower pulsing on both their naked bodies.
Within a minute, I released my load and watched as it dribbled down onto the bed sheets. I didn't really care at this point that I had just soiled our sheets with my measly load. After another 10 minutes or so, the shower stopped, and I could hear them stepping out.
Suddenly, the door opened, and I saw Zoey and Omar walk out. Omar had wrapped himself in my towel, which annoyed me a bit, but I figured what other choice did he have?
"This was epic!" said Omar as he approached me for a fist bump.
"Fuck yea, it was, bro," as I returned the gesture. In reality, I had no idea how to respond, so I just said the first thing that came into my head. Zoey had a huge grin on her face as she looked at me.
"Goodnight, Omar," she said, signaling Omar to leave us alone. Omar raised his hands in a defensive but cheeky fashion and started heading out of the room.
"I'll wash this for you," he said, looking down at the towel. I gave him a thumbs-up as he walked out the door and closed it behind him.
Zoey removed her towel and crawled into bed next to me, embracing me in her arms.
"Babe, that was so amazing. So fucking amazing," she reiterated.
"Didn't know you guys were gonna go for round two," I said, somewhat somberly.
"It just kinda happened. I wanted to shower off, but Omar... he was just so horny, babe. I mean, think about it: he hasn't had sex since the pandemic started; he definitely needed this," she chuckled as she hugged me tighter.
The sight of Zoey's naked and freshly showered body, paired with the fact that Omar had just fucked her brains out, twice, got me rock hard, yet again, despite me finishing myself off only moments earlier.
I was so unexplainably turned on that I immediately started kissing and fingering her right there on the bed. She went with it for a few seconds and then stopped me.
"Babe, I really want to, but I'm so exhausted. And honestly, it kinda hurts down there after Omar fucked me. I guess I underestimated just how big he really was. I'm just too sore to do anything right now."
Her statement crushed me on a level I can't even fathom. A part of me was angry and jealous, but the jealousy turned me on even more. I hated this feeling inside, yet I was so freakin addicted to it.
"Sounds like you guys really had a good time," I said.
"Baby, you have no idea. He made me cum. Like actually cum, hard, from penetration. Not the clitoral orgasm, but that deep body-aching g-spot one, I think. I've never felt anything like that, and he made it happen like three times."
I knew exactly what she was talking about. I've tried for years to get Zoey to orgasm that way, but alas, my efforts always failed. The idea that Omar was able to get her to explode like that on his first try left me feeling extremely inadequate.
"How did it feel with his penis? You know, because it's so big?" I asked. I probably had a million more questions to ask her.
"It hurt a lot at first, but then my vagina kinda just accepted it, I guess? I could definitely feel him stretching me out, and when he was going fully inside, it almost felt like it was hitting my cervix or something, and I wouldn't say I liked that too much. But once I started feeling the orgasm build up, it's like all the pain and discomfort went away, and I could actually enjoy his length and girth, and then it started to feel really good."
"Did he have to cum inside of you, though?" I asked.
"I guess that was my fault. But I mean, he was already fucking me raw, babe, and I never knew what it felt like to have my pussy filled with cum, so I kinda just told him to finish inside of me. He's gonna give me a plan b in the morning anyway, so... you know?"
It was torture hearing her say that. Not because it hurt me emotionally but because my dick kept getting harder and harder the more she talked, and I knew she didn't want to have any more sex tonight.
Suddenly, I realized that Omar had done multiple things with Zoey that I was never allowed to do. He got regular blowjobs, he got regular hand jobs, he got to fuck her raw, and he got to cum inside both her mouth and her pussy. It was so emotionally vexing, and the more I thought about it, the harder my balls ached.
"Are you going to want to fuck him again?" I asked, with a lot of hesitation in my voice.
"Um, babe, I.. yea. I mean, that's kinda what we agreed? Right? Like maybe not directly, but... I mean, I do want to have sex with him again. You're okay with that, right baby?" She said while caressing my hair.
Again, I reiterated to her that I did not want it to change our sex life and the overall dynamic in our relationship, but I knew it was futile the minute I heard the words coming out of my mouth. In reality, things have changed... a lot. How could I possibly think anything would be back to normal again? And, of course, my biggest fear came true: she loved Omar's cock so much that now she can't imagine not fucking him.
"Of course, it won't, baby, you know that," she said as she kissed my lips and and then my shoulder. All I could do was mentally chuckle. Like, did she even believe that herself?
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The next morning, Zoey had some errands to run in town, so she got up earlier than I did. When I woke up, I saw her putting her earrings on in front of the closet mirror. She wore a short floral print summer dress that really accentuated her legs and thighs. It was a very tasteful dress that had just the right elements of "sluty." Her boobs also looked amazing, as the dress showed just the right amount of cleavage, which made her look sexy yet tactful.
She said good morning and asked me if I needed anything from the drugstore on her way back. When I said no, she gave me a kiss and told me she would see me in a few hours. It was only strange to me because she didn't mention anything about last night. In fact, it seemed as if I thought more about Zoey and Omar's weird new... whatever you want to call it, more than Zoey and Omar themselves.
As I got up out of bed, I heard Omar talking to her, so I got a bit closer to the door to listen to them. It seemed like he was giving her the plan-b pill, and then I heard Zoey giggling and the faint sounds of kissing. I peek my head out, and sure enough, they are. The front door then closes, and I hear Omar start rumbling around in the kitchen.
"Good morning," I said as I started fixing myself some coffee and toast.
"Damn, straight it is, dude last night was sick!" He said, elated.
