Cheating On Bf For The First Time

I was in a 2 year relationship with my boyfriend when this happened. It was a great relationship, and I really loved him. I honestly thought he might be 'the one', and not once have I ever thought about the possibility of cheating on him.

I was regularly going to a massage parlor once a week, and that was going on for years. My masseuse was a girl, she was actually a good friend of mine, and I've never had a massage by someone other than her. It was supposed to be the same that day, but when I came to a parlor and prepared for a massage, she told me that she had something urgent to do, and that she had a replacement for me if that's ok. That was a little weird since she would always tell me upfront if she couldn't massage me for any reason and we would just cancel it, but it was still ok for me.

The replacement masseur was a man, which was again a surprise for me, but I thought nothing of it at that time. I also didn't think anything about his looks, I basically didn't notice him, only later I would realise how hot he actually was.

I lied on the massage table, only in my panties, as always. In my regular massages, I was never wearing a bra (as it was in a way for a back massage), but my masseuse would always put a towel over my boobs when I was lying on my back. So I did the same as usual, not really thinking about it too much.

His massage was very nice, and I felt completely normal at the beginning. I did, however, realise after a while that it's in fact a little weird that a guy is massaging me, especially while his hands were around my upper thighs. That was the part where I thought that this could be considered a bit weird and sexual, but I wasn't aroused at all at that point, it just crossed my mind.

And for about 20 minutes, while he was massaging my back and legs, he was completely professional.

I guess the first sign of something unusual was the fact that he didn't put any towel over my boobs once I flipped on the back. Instead, he just started to massage my neck and upper chest, with my boobies completely on display. And it was just too awkward for me to say anything about it. "It doesn't matter" - I was thinking to myself. I would often go back to that moment in my memories, thinking that maybe nothing would be the same if I had just asked him to put a towel on. It would probably be a clear sign to him not to try anything.

He massaged around my boobs and it was at that point when I felt aroused for the first time. My nipples were sticking out very visibly, and his sporadic touches over them just made me feel extremely horny. At that point, I was feeling quite awkward too, still thinking he doesn't have any sexual intentions, and thinking if he would notice my arousal and swollen nipples. He seemed totally focused on massaging.

As he was moving down my belly, his hands started to go underneath my panties. At first, only slightly, just a little bit, then more and more. His hands started touching my pussy, and only at that point it was certain to me that this is not a regular massage and that this should not be happening. As his hand was more and more under my panties, I felt like I'm about to stop him any second now, but I never did. I knew I should stop it immediately, but I was so turned on, and I was sure I would eventually stop him. He kept going under my panties, now clearly and very openly rubbing my pussy, and it was just so much pleasure. My mind was was racing, and I wanted to stop him, I was repeating to myself that I have a boyfriend, that I shouldn't let him do that, and I was so sure that I'm gonna say no, but it felt just so good, and it was like I was delaying my "no" for just few more seconds all the time, forever.

And when he took my hand and moved it just a little bit so it's touching a big bulge over his pants, my mind really screamed "no" as in - I have to stop this, I absolutely shouldn't touch another man's dick, this is so over the line. But instead, not only did I not stop it, I actually started to slightly move my hand over it. I'm sure at that point he was already sure he will fuck me, but I was somehow still convinced in my head that I will eventually stop him. I'm not a cheater, I am not gonna fuck a stranger. I am not a slut. It turned out - I was.

As my hand was placed over his dick, his hands were all over my pussy, rubbing me faster and faster. He moved my panties to the side so they weren't in the way anymore. I felt unbelievable pleasure, like never before. He pulled down his pants and my hand was now over his big hard cock. Feeling his cock made me so excited, and I was very close to cumming. He was now fingering and rubbing me very hard. I guess he realised I'm about to cum, as I was breathing heavily, moving my pelvis in his fingers, and firmly grabbing his cock so he suddenly stopped, took of his shirt, smiled to me without saying anything, and moved me to the edge of the table, preparing himself to put his dick in me. I just waited for him to do it, just wanted to feel it, thinking how great he looked without a shirt. I have no idea where all those thoughts and the certainty that I will stop him at some point have gone.

He slowly entered my wet pussy, but in a very short time he switched to fast and hard fucking.

He didn't have a condom, and I wasn't thinking about that at all. I was cheating my loving boyfriend, and I wasn't thinking about that either. I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just enjoying him fucking me, pounding my pussy so hard. He was doing it so hard that the table was moving with us. I was finally allowed to cum, and he didn't last much longer. He asked me if he can cum in me, and I realised those are his first words to me since the massage started. I said no, so he pulled his dick out and cum all over my stomach, some of it reaching my boobs and even up to my neck.

It felt wrong and so good at the same time. And what were the consequences and what happened next, I will tell you some other time...