By far the experience that I remember the most, the one that changed everything, was the night I "caught" her. Though I didn't really catch her at all, she just chose not to hide it. It was like one of those caught the missus cheating cliche's. I was visiting a friend for the weekend, but decided to come home early. Even though I got home relatively late my little sweetheart wasn't home. I figured she had gone out with her friends, as she often would on a Friday night. I lay in bed waiting for her to come home, as I would often get quite the sexual treat after she had been out with her girlfriends. It must have been about 2 am when voices in the kitchen woke me. I could hear Andi talking to a male with a loud deep voice. He kept using her name in conversation, and she would reply often laughing. I guess that was my time to get up, but I didn't. I lay in bed listening. After about twenty minutes of friendly banter the talking stopped. Then silence. I'm not sure what possessed me, but instead of going down the hallway into the kitchen I went outside through one of the large floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom and walked around the outside of the house to the kitchen window.
When I looked inside I couldn't believe my eyes. Plain as day, with all the lights on and the curtains open. My lovely little blonde girlfriend, dressed up like a slut, in a short skirt, tight top, and thigh high boots, down on all fours giving some guy on my couch, a blow job. He had a massive erection that she was working feverishly with her mouth and hand simultaneously, while he had his hand underneath her skirt. I almost vomited and ejaculated at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity the stranger withdrew his hand from under Andi's skirt. I could clearly see how wet his fingers were as there was a long shoe string of pussy drool attached to them as he withdrew. Without much delay Andi withdrew his enormous tool from her mouth and straddled her new friend. Not even bothering to remove her favorite black panties she pulled them aside and sat down onto his hard cock.
She started out slowly riding the full length of his cock up and down. Her skirt had ridden up and I was treated to an unobstructed view. I couldn't believe how wet she was, how much she was coming all over this guy's cock. She hadn't been like that with me for ages. She wasn't getting all creamy like she used to with me, just incredibly wet, his glistening cock was really stretching her open and filling her up. I could hear her moaning and saying "fuck me". It didn't last that long thankfully, he groaned loudly as he pumped his seed into my girlfriend. She stayed on top of him grinding down for a little longer. I was treated to the sight of his come draining out of her stretched, well fucked pussy onto my leather chesterfield as she got off of him and pulled her panties back into place.
At that point, somewhat gutted I retreated toward the bedroom, went through the window and climbed into bed. I lay there pretending to be asleep until she came to bed after saying good night to her friend. Without saying a word she took off her soaked panties and dropped them next to my head on the bedside table. Looking at her wide eyed I couldn't say a word. She pulled the sheets off me to reveal my raging hard on and my shame. Still standing over me she took my right hand and pulled it to her hairy blonde twat. She was so incredibly hot and wet and open, and oh so slippery. Not just the inside of her pussy was soaking wet but the outside and her pubic hair too. With that she straddled me and lowered herself onto my waiting erection. I was so overwhelmed with it all that I ejaculated as soon as her pussy touched my cock. She laughed. For which I apologized can you believe. I just lay there my whole body shaking for the rest of the night. She slept like a baby.
The next day I was informed that I would have to share her if we were to remain a couple. Later that day she went out again while I was left alone to amuse myself with her panties from the night before. Waiting for her to come home was heartbreaking and unbearable. She eventually came back with a well fucked look on her face. Again she showed me her stained black panties and well fucked pussy. Again I came as soon as touching her pussy.
Our relationship lasted a few more months. For me it was both sexually charged and heartbreaking. Watching her get ready for a date, dressing like a slut. Always showing me with spread legs the panties she'd picked out. Sometimes being asked to "get her ready"waiting for hours for her to come home. Sometimes listening to her fuck, sometimes getting to hide outside and watch. Sometimes getting to go out to a night club and watch her flirt and get picked up, then being told to go home alone and wait.
After that night in the kitchen I was never able to do anything but prematurely ejaculate when presented with her pussy. I was left with performing oral pleasure and being allowed to touch myself while I did it. She started calling me jerk off boy while I ate her pussy and laughing.
In the end I couldn't handle it and we split up on not very friendly terms. Twenty years later, I still think I'm effected by my experiences with Andi. I now know it's a popular fantasy for many married men, but I wonder how many could handle the reality.
