Cuckold Pov Shorts Surprise Visit

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The following story is a work of fiction. It contains themes of cheating, cuckoldry, voyeurism, exhibitionism and NTR.

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Cuckold POV Shorts: Surprise Visit

I knew something was wrong, the moment I saw Sammy's roommate. I had only met Jackie a handful of times during previous visits, and she was quiet, if not mild mannered.

As I arrived on the third floor of Sammy's dormitory, I spotted Jackie seated in the common area at the end of the hall-- one of those places where the other students were supposed to "hang out", socialize and discuss group projects. Really, it just looked like a doctor's office waiting room, with uncomfortable, horrendously simple sofas, coffee tables, and vending machines. It was almost never in use.

Except Jackie, who was in an over-sized hoodie, busily tapping away on her tablet, looking like she'd been exiled from her own room that she shared with Sammy-- her face was flushed and red, though I couldn't fathom why.

She glanced up at me as I approached and her complexion went from red and embarrassed to ghost white. Her eyes went huge, and I saw a flash of fear. The way she looked at me... you'd swear I just walked into the place with a gun and a trench coat.

"Hey Jackie. I thought I'd pop in and surprise Sammy." I said, trying to ignore the look.

Jackie didn't utter a sound. It's like she was suddenly frozen-- stricken with unimaginable awkward anxiety. I soon found out why...

I headed past, thinking I just caught her at a bad time.

As soon as I was heading down the hall toward Sammy's room, I saw Jackie snatch her phone from the table and begin frantically dialing someone.

I put it out of my mind, dismissing her as weird, and nothing more.

As I navigated the hallway to my girlfriend's room, I was struck by a most amusing sound-- the rhythmic sounds of someone 'getting it on' reached my ears. They were a common sound in college dorms, but they never failed to elicit an immature giggle from me.

From somewhere close by, a bed was rocking wildly and the cheap springs were squealing a symphony of protests. The voices that accompanied it were animalistic, almost primal. A male voice was grunting between unintelligible comments-- probably something declaring his role as the dominant man in her life. The girl was responding with the kind of moans and muffled acknowledgements that would make an opera singer proud.

"Relax guys, you're having sex, not inventing it." I muttered to myself, as my sneakers thumped down the cheap hallway carpet.

I admit that my ego was taking a small bruising by the sounds of their sexual collision. Sammy and I had been sexually active for the past 8 months or so, and at no point were either of us that... uninhibited. Sammy was usually content to just lay beneath me, squeaking out a few soft murmurs. She was shy-- as though she was afraid of discovering her full sexual potential.

The sounds happening in some distant dorm room were making me rethink our sexual chemistry.

I tried to put it out of mind, although that became increasingly difficult, as the closer to Sammy's door I drew, the louder the sounds of sexual conquest became.

For one horrible moment, it felt like a swallowed a ball of lead. I was racked with a sudden anxiety, brought on by the sounds, by the closeness to her room, to Jackie's bizarre behavior. It's like my mind assembled a conflagration of pieces. My entire body praying "Please don't let it be her..."

Of course, that was silly. I knew my girlfriend. She might be inexperienced (at least as much as I was), but she wasn't some... depraved slut. In all likelihood, it was the people who lived in the adjacent dorm room, or the one across the hall. Yes, that made the most sense. And that was why Jackie was sitting in the common area, looking embarrassed and jittery-- she found the noise distracting and obnoxious and chose to distance herself.

...But then, why were my instincts screaming at me that I had reached a crossroads in how I would forever view sex, women, and fidelity? Why did I feel like the cloud that I'd been standing on since the moment I met Sammy-- with her raven hair, and her sweet princess eyes, that shone with her bright smile-- had dissolved, and I was staring at the long fall to earth that I was about to take?

By the time I reached Sammy's door, the noise was at an apex. The pounding of the bed was almost inhuman. The sounds coming from the other side barely sounded like people. Two human beings had been reduced to rutting animals, and the bed was joining the chorus, being endlessly tortured by the obscene tempo of thwacking bodies, the clapping of flesh on flesh, and the feminine cries, as a young woman was discovering for the first time, the level of pleasure that she never knew her body could experience.

Swallowing back the lump in my throat, praying to god there was an explanation for this, I rested a sweating trembling hand on the door knob. When it twisted and gave way, the sight before me made my heart stop...

***

His name was Darnell, and I'd gone to high school with him. I suppose you could say that we all went to high school together, although we originated from different primary schools. It was one of those situations where multiple schools existed throughout the borough, but we were funneled through the same high school together.

Although, while Sammy was fortunate enough that her brains landed her in most AP classes, I was the one who encountered Darnell much more.

He was a jerk, even way back when. Tall, thin-- the kind of guy who was built like a track runner with his lean muscles, and narrow head. This isn't a statement on his skin color (even though he had the completion of dark chocolate), he excelled at basketball, and didn't hesitate to let everyone know, screwing his way through the cheer squad, and pushing meeker guys around.

He wasn't a physical bully, in the way that we imagine bullies from movies set in the 1950's. He ran his mouth, and was never short of a sarcastic comment. The kind of guy who wouldn't hesitate to snatch your hat off of your head, or your book from your hand when you were just trying to be left alone. Then he'd endlessly taunt you, laughing at your efforts to snatch it back, or force you to negotiate for your own stuff, drinking in the humiliation like a vampire feeds on blood.

If you raised your hand in class to answer a question, he'd parrot your words back in a mocking way, for a cheap laugh from the class. Or he'd ask if you were a made up word, in the hopes that he could get you to admit you were gay or a wimp, so he could endlessly tease you about your own ignorance.

One particularly cruel incident involved him slipping a brownie from the school lunch beneath my butt as I was going to sit down. The result was a large brown stain on my pants for the rest of the day, followed by taunts and jeers that I'd shat my pants. That had been in the 4th grade, but all the way through high school, he never hesitated to bring up "Remember that time you shit your pants," to whatever crowd was around that didn't know me.

Was he a bully? Yes. But in the grand scheme of things, there were a lot of cruel jerks that I encountered throughout my youth. He was just another one of them. Little did I know that after today, he was going to be the biggest source of my emotional issues for a long time to come.

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I'd thought those days were behind me once I graduated. Sammy had been separate from all of that drama-- and I'd been fortunate that her path never overlapped with Darnell, so she was spared my frequent humiliations at his hand. I saw her as a safe place-- a place where I could retreat that was immune to the petty drama. And college seemed like a perfect fresh start away from all of that bullshit.

I didn't go to the same college as Sammy, but we'd begun to date in the summer before she moved to her new school-- having met at a graduation party, and admitting that we knew each other and always thought each other was cute. We'd been pretty good about keeping our relationship going, in spite of the distance.

But then, fairly recently, Sammy had dropped the bomb on me. "Do you remember Darnell Parker?" She'd asked me during one of our late night phone calls.

I'd answered cautiously, until she told me that he has a few classes with her. She seemed delighted that she found someone from our old school that she'd run into at college-- even if she'd never really known hi back then. It was when she described him as a "nice guy", that it really rubbed me the wrong way. I laid out my argument for why he was a genuine douchebag. She'd heard me out, but Sammy is the type of girl who always wants to believe the best in people. She was dismissive of my assessment, concluding that people can always change, and that college seems to be a place to reinvent oneself.

In hindsight, that should have been my first clue. As was the emotional distancing that took place in the next few weeks. We spoke less and less over the phone, and when we did speak, Sammy always seemed distracted, distant... less warm and bubbly like she usually is. Life continued on for her on social media, and we did text, although it wasn't with the same frequency as it used to be. I dismissed it as busy with school work and studies. I was busy too... but...

Sensing this shift in our relationship, I'd made a decision to rekindle our flame before it got so low that it might go out. Which is what brought me to this moment. I thought it was gallant-- dropping by to sweep her off of her feet.

***

The door to Sammy's dorm room swung open, and there it was, in front of my eyes. My worst nightmare.

Sammy was on her back. Her long slender legs trembling violently, as though her muscles had turned to jelly. Her black hair fanned out behind her on the pillow. Her bangs were clinging to her forehead from sweat. Her limbs were folded tightly, clutching *him*.

He was naked. His basketball jersey lay discarded on the floor of the room, along with their books, and whatever outfit Sammy had presented herself to him in during this rendezvous.

They were moving-- the fast feverish pace that can only come from rough sex. Not the kind of clumsy giggly sex that we used to have. The kind that pros in the movies engage in. The sounds as the bed slammed the wall were tremendous. But not as jarring as the screams of pleasure that were erupting from Sammy's mouth, or the grunts of triumphant satisfaction as Darnell took her.

All of this was awful... all of it. But the part that haunts me the most, and will always continue to haunt me-- the way her pale slender arms and legs clung to him. Her feet locked together beneath his skinny thrusting butt. Her toes were curling. Her fingers dug into his back, as though she was truly experiencing sex for the very first time.

I can't say how long I stood like that, my mouth agape. It couldn't have been more than the second or two that it took for me to note what was happening, and to make sense of it. Even still... how could this happen? Sammy? My innocent Sammy with the big eyes that turned to cute little crescents when she smiled. Sammy, who was so close with her family, who always got good grades, who played the piano, sang in choir, played on the school volleyball team, and always wanted to make her parents proud?

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" She was crying out, and her legs began to shudder violently again, like a worshipper having her demons exercised by a baptist.

"Oh god," the whimper escaped my throat like a squeak.

Suddenly Sammy's eyes popped open. "Oh my god!" This one wasn't in pleasure but in alarm. She had not been expecting to see me standing in her doorway. The shock of being caught, the shame as she froze, her mind not prepared for this moment any more than mine was. She'd been caught, and her eyes were so big with surprise.

Darnell turned at the same instant, a moment of anger at having been interrupted flashed across his features. One that melted into delight when he recognized Sammy's boyfriend witnessing her and her new lover.

His pacing slowed, but didn't stop. His thrusts went from feverish primal copulating, to a deep in and out penetrating, even as Sammy's mind ran through all of the damage control explanations that could be the most plausible. Ultimately, she settled on the one that everyone says when they're caught red-handed.

"It- it's not what it looks like," she whimpered, but she couldn't even finish that simple sentence without her voice rising to a squeaking moan as Darnell continued to plunge into her wet sex, right there in front of me.

I couldn't find the strength to say it, but my mind screamed it. 'How could you?' Sammy must have read it, because for the briefest moment, she looked sorry-- not sorry that she'd done it, but sorry that I had to find out this way, before she could make any decisions about what she wanted.

But then Darnell broke the spell. "It's okay, baby," he says, already using a pet name with my girl, that speared my heart with the implication that this wasn't their first time. How long had this been going on? My mind wanted to know desperately, although my common sense told me that the truth would be even more crushing to me. Sammy had probably succumbed much quicker to him than I would ever want to know, and the way she'd distanced herself these past several weeks told the story of a girl who'd taken a new lover.

"He needs to see this," Darnell assured her. And with that, he withdrew himself from her. I watched in horror at the sexual organ that the man extracted from Sammy's slender body. For such a wiry, lean guy, the sheer size of Darnell's cock hit me like a gut punch. He must have been a solid ten inches, as thick as one of Sammy's wrists, and dragging a pouch of balls that looked like they'd been churning for hours with seed. And there, clinging wetly to his unprotected chocolate member was the creamy secretions of Sammy's sexual essence.

Sammy clutched her lover, her cheeks pink with shame, and turned back to him, trusting that whatever Darnell decided, she would follow him. She was his now, in spite of his crude and mean-spirited nature. She had abandoned her moral fortitude, her reputation, and any sense of her conscience, simply because... sex with Darnell was so much better. I thought Sammy was different... but here was the bold, honest truth staring at me-- she wasn't.

Darnell merely grinned at me when he saw my reaction to the cock that he'd been pleasuring my girlfriend with for the past several weeks. Then he plunged it back inside of her, and resumed his conquest without a care in the world. And Sammy accepted her new lover in full view of her old one. She'd made her choice, and now she was indifferent to my pain. Darnell had become everything to her, and I had become nothing. She'd released me.