Synopsis
:
Rachel lives with her boyfriend in their new apartment and gets a new roommate, Mike. She's a strong-minded woman that doesn't take shit from anyone, until a peculiar incident happens between Mike and her, causing her to discover a new fantasy that quickly gets out of hand...
Author's notes:
This story is told from two perspectives, switching back and forth between Rachel's and her boyfriend's perspective, starting off with Rachel's.
Cheating and humiliation themes are strong in this one, so, reader, you have been warned. If you're not into cuckolding/cheating/humiliation, don't bother commenting.
Chapter 1
My boyfriend and I have been dating for about four years before this all happened. I honestly cannot believe the path I've spiralled down the last few weeks but... I want to share my story...
I'll start from the beginning.
Bf and I were recent graduates, him from nursing school, me from my MBA program, and settled down into a new apartment in the city to build a life together. We had applied to dozens of jobs but, by coincidence, we both ended up getting a job at the same hospital -- I was hired as an administrator and he, of course, as a nurse. I absolutely loved this man and he kept being even more amazing as time went on: he was kind, sensitive, an amazing listener, and just so in tune with his emotions -- all of which were a breath of fresh air from the jerks and narcissistic assholes I've dated in the past. He won my heart over quickly when I met him while finishing up my MBA and we've been in love ever since.
Our dream one day is to be able to put down a downpayment on a new house and so we picked a small apartment with cheap rent in order to save as much money as possible. The small apartment wasn't the only compromise we made -- we decided to choose an apartment that we could rent out to a roommate as well. My boyfriend reached out to a couple of his old college friends, asking if any of them were interested in the room, and, a few weeks later, one of them moved in.
This brings me to Mike.
Mike has always been an enigma to me. I first met him when I started dating my boyfriend and, right from the get-go, there was always this odd discrepancy between how he treated me versus how he treated my boyfriend. Basically, he was really nice to him... but when it came to me, he'd immediately switch into this rude jerk, almost like I was beneath him for some reason. I eventually brought it up with my boyfriend and... well, now that I think about it, he was a bit shy and reluctant to tell Mike to be nicer to me ... almost as if my boyfriend didn't want to cross him or something... anyway, I always thought it was weird but decided not to make a big deal out if it because I didn't want to be the type of girlfriend that started drama with his friends...
After hanging out with them for a few months back in college, I started to notice how much of a womanizer Mike was. However, what baffled me was that he wasn't just a jerk to me... he was pretty much a jerk
to every girl he spoke with
... yet, he never failed to leave the bars with a pretty girl under his arm...
I commented on it to my boyfriend at the time -- I remember him saying, "Yep, no idea how he does it but he's never had a problem getting laid... I never liked having to hear his wild stories about the chicks he bangs, because, well... you know... I'm just not that type of guy..." and he kissed me, implying that he was the type of guy to only date one girl at a time and commit to them long-term -- and I
loved
that about him -- seriously, it was so refreshing to meet a guy that didn't run for the hills at the first mention of commitment...
But...
I'll be honest...
... because Mike was such an enigma, he kind of had my curiosity piqued...
... like, how on Earth did he get so many women while being such a cocky asshole? Personally, I hated his attitude, and, when put into contrast with my sensitive, sweet, loving boyfriend, it made no sense to me that all these girls threw themselves at Mike... I mean, sure, he was physically attractive, but being hot is so irrelevant when the dude is an insensitive asshole. At least in my books...
Well, fast forward to about a few months ago where Mike had just finished moving into our apartment... The only thing I had said to him was that he was only allowed to move in if he promised to never bring girls home. I made sure to establish that boundary as there was no way I was willing to deal with random girls being brought over to our apartment every night, nor did I want to deal with any loud sex coming from his room... other than that, I didn't really acknowledge him much because, as you already know, I wasn't a fan of him, and he was only there to help pay the rent anyway. To be honest, I didn't give him much thought at all after he moved in since I was intensely focused on my career -- as one of the new administrators that came in at the same time as a bunch of newly hired employees, I was already responsible for whipping some of the new people into shape. After the first few weeks went by, I really grew into the position, turning into this boss-bitch woman who took control of situations and got shit done. After the third week, everyone followed my orders without question, and, if you're wondering why I'm telling you this, well, there's a reason...
See, the hospital's HR made sure my boyfriend was assigned to a different team administrator due to our relationship status so he didn't know about my newly discoeverd boss-bitch attitude at work ... so, instead, he learned about it in the bedroom...
Soon, whenever my boyfriend and I had sex, I was more
dominant
, more
controlling
and more
demanding
towards him... and, to both of our surprise, he lapped it up ― naturally falling into a more submissive role in the bedroom. It was exciting for me to evolve into this new sexual dynamic with him and, even though he never seemed to explicitly talk about it outside the bedroom, I could tell he was enjoying every minute of relinquishing control over to me as much as I was taking it.
That wasn't the only change that happened around then, however... and this is when things started to get... strange...
I guess I was naive to think that something like this wouldn't ever happen when you're living with another guy but... about several weeks ago, I accidentally walked into the bathroom while Mike was still in there... buck-naked...
He froze and stared at me while I stared right back at him, almost like two deers stuck in the headlights. I have no idea why I didn't just bolt out of there or apologize profusely, but... without even thinking... my eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch...
And I finally saw the reason.
The reason why he gets so many women.
The reason why women always call him back, no matter how rude he is.
The reason my boyfriend kept hearing of his wild stories with girls back in college.
It all just...
clicked
.
Well, the convo we had in that moment was awkward to say the least...
"Ahem... you, uh,
see something you like, Rachel?
" Mike slowly jested, his lip gradually curling into a smirk.
His voice finally snapped me out of my trance and I looked back up at him, my eyes wide as they could be...
"
I... uh... what?... no! I'm so sorry! I'm, uh, just going to leave!
"
And I turned around, scooting out of there as fast as I could...
I remember feeling mortified. I had made a complete fool of myself and was absolutely embarrassed. I had no idea why I couldn't string together a coherent sentence back in that bathroom but it was like that boss-bitch of a woman, who kicked ass at work, had just completely disintegrated at the sight of his
HUGE
cock...
I mean, sure, I'm not very experienced sexually, so I didn't have a lot to compare it to
but I had no idea they got that big!
It was easily the biggest dick I had ever seen and
it wasn't even hard!!!
I felt extremely guilty for just looking at it so I splashed some cold water on my face from the kitchen faucet and vowed to put it out of my mind. About five minutes later, my boyfriend came home from work, walking through the front door as I was just drying off my face. I started acting super nice and clingy to him the moment he walked through the door, as if seeing Mike's cock was still making me feel guilty, even though nothing actually had happened... I hugged my boyfriend tight, asked him how his day was, and acted super affectionate with him as the evening went on... I don't know if my boyfriend noticed my change in behaviour, but probably not because I'm usually affectionate with him anyway...
That night, I dragged my boyfriend to our bedroom and I pinned him to the bed. I rode his cock hard as I kept telling him how much I loved him...
I kissed him,
I stroked the side of his face,
I pinned his arms to the bed as I expertly rode his cock, up and down...
Soon... I was about to cum ― when the unexpected happened; as soon I was on the precipice of cumming, my mind suddenly wandered towards what I saw, back in that bathroom when I ran into Mike...
I pictured his big, thick cock, completely exposed to me ―
the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.
To my genuine surprise, the thrill of thinking about Mike's cock while riding my oblivious boyfriend pushed me over the edge
instantly.
I came
so hard
on his dick; I was shuddering, quivering, and moaning loader than I ever had...
However, as soon as I came, the post-orgasm clarity hit me hard...
I felt so guilty again
.
I gave my boyfriend permission to cum and we cleaned up. When we were back in bed, I immediately snuggled up with him, trying to be affectionate while simultaneously trying to soothe my guilt and my confusion of
why
I came so hard...
Well, the next day, I had a crazy time at work that made me forget all about what had happened. The hospital was testing a new medical record system as part of a pilot program that I was left in charge of. Thing is, someone messed up entering in a batch of patient information and this asshole colleague of mine tried to blame the whole fuck up on me -- I swiftly called him out on his bullshit and told him to pack up his shit. This guy that tried to blame me was known to be sexist and rude towards the women on my team... and the moment he tried that shit with me, I chewed his ear out and told him to find a new job. Honestly, it felt so empowering and amazing to finally getting rid of that misogynistic piece of shit. So much that I decided to go home early for the first time since working there and I left work around 4pm.
