My name is Grace. This site is my journal. Most stories are of my own sexual adventures. In this series I tell you of Dave and Chantal, whom I met through a common friend. In time I earned their trust and each confessed their deepest sins to me. As dorky high-school sweethearts, by the time they first made love in college Chantal had transformed into a gorgeous lady, as she remains today. Dave on the other had regressed into the short, dumpy, dumb looking man he continues to be. Though she loved Dave, Chantal was disappointed with his performance and size, and found she could not resist the temptations that surrounded her. Dave secretly knew of her indiscretions, but being deeply in love with her he has remained her loyal companion and eventual spouse. Here we follow Chantal satisfying her lustful desires with a great many of the hunks she would meet over the years, many close associates of Dave, and each a far better man than Dave could ever be. And we follow Dave's pathetic and perverted need to watch the love of his life as she betrays him over and over.
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Dave lay in bed alone. He and Chantal had made love only a half hour before. It had been a brief event, as usual. Dave did not last long. She had patted him on the back afterward, as if at least recognizing him for his pathetic attempt to please her. Though Dave had cum quickly after only a few quick thrusts, Chantal was once again left unsatisfied. Though they had been making love for many months now, Chantal had not even once been brought to orgasm.
As Dave lay in bed he heard Chantal watching TV in the living room. After they made love she often said she was not tired and kissing him good-night, left the bedroom to go watch TV. Dave normally slept early, and slept sound, the loud TV lulling him to sleep. Sometimes, drifting off to sleep, Dave thought he heard voices and laughter coming from the living room. He figured his roommate Alex must occasionally join Chantal some evening in watching TV. He had never been jealous, he trusted Alex, and he trusted Chantal. But lately Dave had begun to wonder if there was more going on out there than just TV watching.
Dave had met Alex during their college initiation and they had hit is off right away. Becoming good friends they decided to move off campus and get an apartment together. Dave and Alex were the complete opposites. Alex was a basketball player, star of his college team. 6'7", muscular, handsome, charming. Dave was stout, pot-bellied, short, lacking energy or wit. Seeing the contrast between himself and his friend, Dave often wondered why Chantal stayed with him, knowing that she could do much better. She was tall, gorgeous, slender, sexy, with long thick dark hair, ample perky breasts and a wonderful personality. But they had been high school sweethearts, meeting while both were dorky teenagers and they loved each other. Despite Chantal flowering into a beautiful woman and Dave's obvious inadequacies, Chantal would keep Dave in her life.
So Dave didn't mind that his new best friend and his girlfriend hung out watching TV after he went to bed. At first. But lately Dave had noticed how Chantal would smile broadly when Alex came home to the apartment. He noticed how she gave her undivided attention to Alex as he detailed his basketball adventures to her, or his skiing trips, or mountain climbing, or scuba diving. He noticed how she laughed gregariously at his jokes, even when they were lame. And Dave started to wonder what was really happening out there in the living room while he slept. He was sure his paranoia was nothing, but he just had to check to re-assure himself.
So Dave had come up with a plan. His bedroom was adjacent to the living room, and so yesterday when he was alone in the apartment he made a peep hole. Just a small one. Tucked under his bed frame, the hole entered the living room down low beneath a small stand, where it would not be seen without a deliberate search. He would just take a look, satisfy his curiosity, re-assure himself that nothing was going on, and then he could sleep easier. The TV had been on now for a while and he was sure that he heard two voices in the room. So Dave climbed under his bed and peeked through the hole.
There they sat together on the couch. Yes, Alex was in the room with Chantal, just as he had suspected. He had a clear view, with the couch at an angle to him, the TV on the far side of the room. But it all seemed innocent enough, Dave thought this was OK, nothing to be jealous of. They just sat watching TV, chatting and laughing. Just friends, nothing more. Observing longer, Dave did notice that Alex's long bare legs stretched out for miles in front of him under his housecoat. And that while Alex's focus was on the TV, Chantal's eyes seemed forever transfixed on Alex's features. Smiling and laughing while he talked, her eyes explored his face, his bare chest, his legs, and yes, yes, Dave noticed, his crotch. But this was all innocent enough Dave figured. Yes, it was true that she was dressed a bit inappropriately for sitting with a friend. Her PJ's consisted of a pair of satin shorts and a button up top. Her legs were bare, but her top was done all the way up. Dave was near convincing himself that he had been worried about nothing after all.