Author's Note: This is a willing cuckold story. If that's not your thing don't read on. If it is your thing, leave some feedback.
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When I woke up the next day Lauren was gone. I remembered she had said something about a morning meeting. Whatever, I needed some time to think. I just lay in bed remembering everything I saw. I couldn't help getting hard and I jacked off picturing her leaning in and kissing that guy on the dance floor. I came thinking about her sucking him in the car. Even though it made me hard, I was still pissed. She texted me later on that day to see what was up but I didn't respond. In fact, I didn't text her back all week.
The next Friday night she texted me asking if I was still going to Dave's. Dave was a mutual friend of ours and was throwing a house party that night. I had already told Dave that I was going to go so I felt like I had to show up. I decided not to tell Lauren and ignored her text message, hoping she wouldn't be there.
When I got to the party I realized just how big of a blow out Dave was throwing. There were a ton of people there, apparently he had told everyone invited to bring whomever they wanted. People apparently delivered, it seemed like more of a college frat party than a party for twenty-something year olds. I squeezed my way through the crowd of strangers and found a group of my friends hanging out in one of the rooms. I only shrugged when they asked where Lauren was but I eagerly accepted a beer and the periodic shots they brought around.
Of course after a few shots it was time for me to use the restroom. The upstairs one had a hopeless line so I headed down to the basement. As I meandered my way through some crowded rooms I caught site of Lauren sitting on a couch talking to some guy. She was wearing this pink blouse that showed off just enough cleavage to leave everyone wanting more. Below that she had on a silver glittering skirt that threatened to show what she was wearing underneath. She looked liked she was seeking attention and from the look on that guy's face, she was getting it.
She sat there holding a red solo cup, giggling and playing with her hair while she talked to him. They kept exchanging flirty glances and I saw him repeatedly glancing down her top. For her part she was keeping her legs crossed but as she chatted she fidgeted with her legs and her knee kept bumping against his. Emboldened, he turned to face her as he started telling her something and rested his hand on her knee. She looked down at his hand there and bit her lip, pausing as if she was trying to make up her mind about something.
She glanced back up at him, listening to his story and smiled before uncrossing her legs. My cock jumped in my jeans as I saw my girlfriend give the green light to him, encouraging him to touch her somewhere that only I should get to touch. I saw his fingertips tracing little patterns on the inside of her leg. She closed her eyes for a second and I knew how much she was enjoying his attention. She was always so sensitive to light touches, especially on her thighs. Every time I teased her like that it would turn her on so much her pussy would be dripping wet by the time my hands made it up her legs. My cock throbbed as I imagined how wet her panties must be getting from this guy's touches.
He kept sliding his hand higher and she obliged by opening her legs just enough to give him room to keep going. When he got to the hem of her skirt it seemed like she had enough. She put her hand on his to stop him and leaned in to say something into his ear. I watched starting to feel relieved, but it was shortlived. He said something back to her as he reached into his jacket to pull out a box of cigarettes. I guess he was asking her to go outside for a smoke because they both stood up and headed towards the stairs.