Olivia's Story

Authors note

This is a fantasy, some elements are based on events in my life but I emphasise IT's A FANTASY! So there's no concerns re STD's or pregnancy. It's a cuckold/loving wife story so if that's not your thing then don't read. All participants are over 18, there isn't any incest/step fantasy/violence/BDSM/coercion elements so again same advice.

If you want to comment or offer constructive feedback that's fine but bear in mind I've written this in my own time, you haven't paid for it and if you don't enjoy it just move on or write your own.

When my life changed I was sat on the sofa at my girlfriend Olivia's flat. She'd asked me to come round for the evening the previous day for a quiet night, watch some films, maybe some food rather than heading to the pub or a restaurant as she'd been out the night before with colleagues. I'd been happy to oblige hoping that the film was just a ruse. We'd been together for the last six months and we didn't feel the need to spend every moment going out now so it seemed a natural request. In any case going to her flat was a bit of a luxury as due to some (lots) of help from her parents and a reasonably paid job she actually had her own place and wasn't sharing with any flatmates. It wasn't as if it was a loft style apartment with massive rooms but it was a decent size and overlooked a local park.

I'd met Olivia at the local college in the refectory when we were in the same queue waiting for coffee. She'd bumped into me and we'd just started to chat. If she hadn't bumped into me I'd never have spoken to her. I was just too nervous and shy to just strike up a conversation with her as I felt she was way out of my league.

I had noticed her on previous evenings and it was often a highlight of the evening to see her. As you can see I was smitten by the image of her but, to be honest with myself, I never thought I'd actually meet her. Also most people you admire from afar quite often turn out to be completely different in person from the idea in your head. She looked to be about 25 with shoulder length red hair and was always smiling. That was the thing you noticed first, her smile. Admittedly shortly after noticing her smile I noticed her slim body in quite figure hugging clothes that ensured I wasn't the only one that noticed her. Although she was quite short at maybe a half inch over five foot she never appeared to be overlooked in any group due to her apparent personality and she seemed to have a large group of friends.

I'd been there taking a evening class for my sailing qualifications and I discovered in our first chat she was completing a accounting course. She was aiming for promotion and I was aiming to get a job that allowed me to sail. Obviously she was much more career focused than I was but we hit it off. Possibly because of our differences in outlook to life. We spent a few dates going to the usual places, Cinema's, restaurants and clubs before I took her sailing on my yacht.

Now a yacht sounds very grand but this was a little day cruiser that fitted on a trailer and worth less than a barely roadworthy secondhand car. However she loved it and the freedom of being able to have days out on empty beaches in coves that were completely inaccessible by any means other than by boat. I doubted she'd ever want to do more than that but I'd lived in hope of enticing her on longer trips.

So basically everything seemed to be going ok. Or at least it had been. From the moment I'd arrived she'd been on edge and nervous. I couldn't work out why. It wasn't as if we'd had a argument recently or even disagreed about anything. I decided it'd be best just to sit and wait for her to let me know what was on her mind.

"Would you like a beer or wine?" She asked from the kitchen.

"Wine please, so what film did you have in mind?"

She didn't reply but walked back in holding a couple of glasses of white wine. I could see in her face she was nervous about something and my heart sank. I realised I was about to be dumped. Obviously she'd realised my somewhat aimless approach to life didn't fit with her career focused lifestyle. In that moment I knew I'd always regret losing her.

She handed me the glass of wine and sat on the chair opposite and sipped her wine. She was wearing tight black leggings and a white loose off the shoulder t-shirt that exposed her shoulder and upper arm. Being a redhead there was a spray of freckles along her neck and collarbone that I often traced in bed. The movement of her small breasts under the shirt emphasised the lack of restraint of a bra. I sipped the chilled wine and waited for the hammer to fall.

Alternately looking at me, then the floor between us, then the wall she started speaking. Well it was more of a mumble to start then she cleared her throat. "You know I'm really happy with you don't you?" She said very quietly.

I noticed she was crying as a tear rolled down her cheek. Now I've been dumped before but this was a new technique on me and I needed to get it over with so I just nodded.

"I've spoilt everything." She said with a catch In her voice.

Now I was puzzled, this wasn't what I'd expected. "What do you mean?" I replied as I watched the tears on her face.

She appeared to take a deep breath and seemed to take a hold of herself and stated in a rush. "I had sex last night with someone else." The tears really started then and she turned away from me.

"What the fuck!" I practically shouted at her and she flinched in the chair. "I'm sat here trying to be nice about you dumping me and you've been fucking around." My anger at her was real and her sobs became louder.

"It was just once." She whispered.

"And does that make it any better?" I said with a harsh tone. "That you only fucked him once?"

She shook her blotchy face and wiped her tears on the hem of her shirt. This exposed her chest and the rounded shape of a small perky breast with its pink nipple. I was diverted but not by much. She dropped her shirt back down and shook her head miserably.

I was just getting started now and carried on. "So who was it? Someone you picked up on your post work drinks or what?"

Visibly upset now she shook her head and mumbled "He used to work in my office but he left the firm. We just bumped into him." She broke down completely then and held her head in her hands.

She lifted her head a few seconds later. "I don't want to break up with you." She looked at me and continued. "I know I was stupid but I couldn't not tell you, I know you hate me but I want to be with you."

"You want to be with me!" I shouted back at her, "So why did you fuck him?" I was angry beyond belief and wanted to make her hurt as much as I did.

"I don't know, I'd had a few drinks and someone spilled a drink on me." She looked at the floor and her red hair fell over her face as she gave a hopeless shrug. "He offered me a lift home". She said simply as if it explained everything.

"So you brought him here?"

She nodded miserably and looked at me. "He dropped me off and that was all until I realised I'd left my bag in his car." She took a deep breath and carried on, "He must have noticed it because he came back a few minutes later. I let him in to say thank you and made him a cup of tea."

Her voice had gotten very quiet at this point. She was pale and looked worried. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa fuming wanting to storm out but also wanting to know.

"We just chatted for a bit and then he kissed me."

She burst into tears then, not just a gentle sob, but full on ugly crying and sobbing for breath. I was still angry and refused to let this display weaken my resolve. I needed to hear what happened before I walked out and never saw her again. "And then?" I prompted with a harsh edge to my voice.

"You want to know?" She gasped as she rocked back and forth on the chair.

I nodded in reply and said, "I need to know." I wasn't sure why but I knew I did. I knew it would hurt but it would stop me coming back.

She looked horrified then, took a deep breath and continued, "I was surprised but it felt nice so I kissed him back." She stared at me defiantly and continued. "We were sitting there on that sofa just where you are now." She held my gaze and shifted uncomfortably. "Before I knew it I was on my back and my dress was up to my waist as he fingered me."

At this I gasped. She continued to look at me, and I realised she wasn't crying anymore.

"It felt good." She paused for a second then took a deep breath "very good. I don't know why, maybe the suddenness, maybe because I'd never let someone do that to me before so quickly".

I gulped and realised I wasn't angry any more but I couldn't define my feelings other than I needed to hear what she was telling me.

She looked defiantly at me and taking a deep breath continued "I thought I wasn't just going to be a passenger in this so I pushed my hand into his trousers and grabbed his cock." She licked her lips as she looked up at me from her gaze at the floor. Her eyes widened as she looked at me sitting on the edge of the seat. I had moved from my comfortable position and was now shuffling uncomfortably on the edge of the seat and my breathing was noticeably faster. She obviously decided something and took a deep breath. "You're turned on aren't you?"

"No!" I exclaimed annoyed again.

She simply held my gaze and glanced down then back to my face. "You're sure about that?" and I realised the evidence was there tenting the front of my trousers. Unbelievably I was being turned on by my girlfriend telling me how she'd had sex with someone she barely knew the night before. I stammered a reply "I don't know what I'm feeling".

"I think you do and I think you're going to stay." She said with confidence, the first time she hadn't looked worried since I'd arrived. I watched her stand up and pull down her leggings revealing a pair of black lace panties. She leaned over me and kissed me hard and her tongue jabbed into my mouth. I responded eagerly, no matter how confused and conflicted I was at that moment I had to acknowledge she was right, I was turned on. She pushed me back on the sofa and stood in front of me.

"This is what I did last night, when I got up off the sofa and felt his fingers slide out of me". She continued to stare at me as she slid her hands to her hips and lifted her t shirt exposing her panties again. Then her fingers pushed under the elastic at her hips and slid them down. She stepped out of them and left them on the floor in front of her. Then she turned and walked to the bedroom pulling her t shirt over her head and dropped it as she got to the door.

"Are you coming?" She said over her shoulder. "He did". Then she turned and with smirk said quietly "three times".

I lost it then and chased after her to the bedroom. It was only a few steps away and when I reached the doorway she was by the bed and looked surprised by my sudden appearance. I had obviously seen her nude before but at this point I could really appreciate the view of her pale body and her small pert breasts tipped by rosebud nipples. With a certain amount of shock I realised she had a love bite on the underside of her left breast that I definitely hadn't given her.

I could feel my hard on pressing painfully against my trousers needing release. After considering the view a few moments longer I undid my belt and walked forwards towards her. She looked worried for a second but I just pulled my trousers down releasing my cock. She stared down at it as I put my hand on her chest then roughly pushed her back onto the bed. She looked shocked at this as she bounced onto the bed. Her legs parted as she landed exposing her shaved mound glistening with her excitement and a further love bite on her inner thigh. Without bothering to undress any further I knelt between her thighs and pushed my cock straight inside her. There was no resistance to my cock as she was so turned on she was incredibly wet and slippery. Her face was shocked at the suddenness of the penetration as it normally took a few strokes for her to loosen up to take the thickness of my cock fully. I was in no mood to be nice to her and stared down at her surprised face. She looked shocked at the suddenness and force of my thrust but then she let out a long moan of pleasure after. Her legs went up almost immediately and locked around my waist to drive me in as deeper if it was possible. She shocked me again when she looked at me and said with a gasp "Tell me what you think of me now."

I pulled back till I was almost fully out of her then thrust straight back in instantly. I was fucking her hard and fast with no control or finesse just pounding into her tight tunnel and knew I wouldn't last long. "You're a fucking slut!" I gasped. I shocked myself by how crude that sounded. I was speaking with no thought, no filters and without any idea of what would happen.

A few seconds after the words were spoken I found out. Her eyes widened in shock at the vulgar insult and she came. She came with an intensity I had never seen before. From thirty seconds of penetration, and then being called a fucking slut she orgasmed and gasped and grunted her pleasure. She rose up underneath me desperately grinding herself against me groaning loudly. I came too from the pressure and pulsing on my cock and my desire to dominate her. I came deep inside her adding my semen to her already well lubricated channel. As my release subsided I collapsed on top of her breathing heavily as if I'd just run a race. She kissed my neck and held her arms around me and kept her legs locked on my lower back.

Gradually as I came down from the release of orgasm I realised she wasn't relaxing her grip on me. I lifted my head and looked down at her and saw she was crying. Just a small tear and she looked terrified.

"You're going to leave now? Aren't you?" She said quietly. If anything as she said it she held me tighter.

"I thought I would". I started to say, hesitated then carried on as her face fell. "But now I need to know what just happened?" I moved up the bed and rolled onto my side with Olivia still clamped around my neck and wait and my cock deep inside her. "If you let go I'll stay".

"You promise?" She said in a small voice.

I nodded and she unfolded herself from me and I was able to move. My cock slid out of her covered in her juice and semen and I rolled onto my back. She quickly got to her knees and grabbed my trousers and pulled them off. Then she grasped my hands and pulled me forward so she could lift off my shirt. Now naked I lay back on her bed and looked at the woman I'd fucked. The woman I was going to leave not ten minutes ago. She knelt beside me her slim body on display to me with the evidence of her infidelity emblazoned on her left breast. Her face, neck and upper chest red and mottled from orgasm as she looked down at me. I was slightly propped up on her pillows trying to work out what I was going to say when all thought disappeared as she bent forward and started to lick my cock. She slowly licked up and down lifting it up with her hand cleaning me thoroughly. After a few moments work my cock was clean of all semen and her juices. Satisfied with her work she shuffled up the bed and curled herself under my arm resting her head on my chest.

"I've wanted to do that for ages". She said quietly. "I love your taste and in case you do leave I wanted to give you a memory you won't forget".

Well that was true enough, I'd never forget that.

"So what's next?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, but you still haven't told me everything that happened yet".

I could feel her breathing deeply at that. "You'll go then won't you?" She said bitterly.

"No, I won't". I replied firmly. To my surprise it was true. Even though everything I'd been brought up to believe in about relationships said I should just go I didn't want to. I wanted her to be with me. If that meant forgiving her and moving on then I knew I would.

I felt her stiffen as I said it. She turned her head slowly towards me. "You really mean it?"

I nodded and continued, "I really mean it but you're still going to need to continue telling me what happened".

Her face fell a bit at this but she moved up and kissed me deeply. She shivered then and I became aware that the room temperature really didn't suit lying naked on the bed. Pulling the duvet over us I cuddled her in and told her "you've told me he came three times, that he fingered you on the sofa, that you took off your clothes in front of him and that's it. You need to tell me everything".

"Really?" She said disbelief written on her face, "You want to know?"

"I do"

"Ok". She took a deep breath and rested herself back down on my chest with my arm on her back and her thigh over mine.

"He followed me in here, but unlike you he'd taken his clothes off already". She raised herself up and looked me "And he didn't push me onto the bed". She said sternly.

"I apologise, I got caught up in the moment". I said offering an apology.

"Don't apologise, it made it even hotter". So saying she lay back down. Her arm went back around me tightly and she went quiet. "This is difficult for me, you know I'm a bit shy." This was true, she came across very confident in public but it was an act she forced herself into. When she'd become relaxed around me she let some of her anxiety and lack of self confidence show.

"Ok, so he's got to your bedroom". I encouraged.

Taking a deep breath she started again a bit hesitantly. "He came in and he put something on the side of bed". She pointed to the side of the bed. "I was sat there and he stood in front of me, put his hand on my head and pulled me towards his cock."

I was the one breathing deeply then. Picturing the scene in my head. My girlfriend sitting naked sucking another mans cock in this room, on this bed.

"I sucked him for a bit and he was definitely enjoying it. He was really hard and stiff but not as thick as you. I did think he was about to come but he pulled me off him". Her voice had become stronger with more confidence but had a wistful tone almost like she was disappointed he hadn't come in her mouth and on her face. "He knelt and kissed his way down. His hands had already pushed my thighs apart and he licked me". I felt her intake of breath at these words and the subtle grind of her groin on my thigh as she spoke. Obviously this was turning her on again. "Then he pushed a couple of fingers in me at the same time". A gasp of breath and a longer grind "And then it was me that was on the edge".

I gasped then as her hand suddenly grasped my cock and stroked up and down a few times. She looked up at me mischievously and carried on stroking. "This does turn you on doesn't it? Your girlfriend fucking someone else". I could hardly argue as the evidence was in her hand and inside her too. The thing was, it was obviously turning her on, this thing that I was meant to leave her for.

"But before I could come from his tongue he moved on top of me and pushed his cock in". At that she straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. This time she took a few seconds to move up and down to get me completely in a way that was more comfortable for her. Looking down at me she carried on, "I was a bit annoyed as he'd put a condom on." She made a moue of disappointment. "I much prefer the feeling without them".

She sat up so she was completely impaled on my cock and could just shuffle back and forth to grind her clit on me moaning softly as she did so. She then looked at me and observed with an intake of breath. "Yes, you are much thicker than him, longer too".

"Did you come?" I know she'd said he had, three times to be exact but she hadn't said anything about her.

"Yes, after a couple of minutes and it wasn't anything like when it's with you". She pondered a moment "And definitely not like a few minutes ago."