Thanks to lovesexandmore for helping to edit this story.
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I could see my girlfriend Tammy quite plainly through one of the restaurants big plate glass windows facing the parking lot.
Five days a week she served waffles and Southern style breakfast here. She was good at her job, always knowing just how much or how little to flirt with a man to get the best tip. She laughed a bit as she poured hot black coffee into a customer's cup. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I saw the truck driver type customer smile and chuckle. Tammy would get a good tip out of him. But it wasn't the trucker I was interested in. It was the big biker with the long ponytail and tattoos at the coffee counter that looked like her type.
Tammy and I'd been together for years, but it wasn't until the last 2 years things got bad enough between us that she'd cut me off sexually. Still, every night after her shower she'd walk through the living room naked, crossing right in front of the television so there was no way I could miss seeing her go by on her way to the laundry room to get her pajamas. Tammy loved to workout and to keep her rockin body tight and in shape, so despite our problems I couldn't help it when my mouth watered and my dick stirred when she made her nightly "cat walk". She'd toss her long wavy brown highlighted hair as she went by, the light from the TV reflecting off her D cup tits and shaved V between her legs. Even though we weren't talking or touching every night I would wait for that cat walk. But then on the way back to the bedroom she'd be covered up in her pj's and I knew I wouldn't see her naked flesh again until the routine was repeated again the next night. No, it wouldn't be me that would be touching Tammy's bare flesh. It would be him, the biker at the counter.
I knew Tammy well enough to know that even though she was punishing me by withholding sex, she'd be getting her needs met somehow, from someone. Waitresses get hit on all day, and I'd seen the coffee cup full of names and phone numbers she kept in the console between the seats of her car. So about a month ago I had begun to discreetly park outside the restaurant where she worked for about an hour before her shift ended to see if she had someone meeting her needs. Sure enough, it wasn't long before I began to see the biker come in and sit at the coffee counter where they would flirt a bit. Then Tammy would put down her dish towel, give him a look and head to the back to clock out. She'd leave first and wait by her car. He's finished his coffee, leave a couple of bucks on the counter and leave out the front. The first time I saw this I began boiling with anger as I followed them to a nearby motel. I watched from my truck as they climbed the second story stairs up to a room and disappeared inside. Thoughts and feelings swirled inside me as I contemplated what I would do and what I would say when I confronted them. Why wasn't I good enough for her? Although I'd always known I'm on the smaller side down there but Tammy seemed to love it. Before things got so distant between us she used to ride me and cum over and over, or so I thought anyway.
All this and more was going through my mind the first time I walked across the motel parking lot and up the stairs. As I raised my fist to beat on their door I heard something that stayed my hand in mid air. It was Tammy. Moaning in a way I'd never heard before. Low and guttural, and then louder. Faster. I could hear her cry in time with the bed springs squeaking as if they were being pressed flat and then rebounding. I could hear the headboard hitting the wall too. The moans and squeaking and the knocking of the headboard held me transfixed for a long moment as I thought to myself.
"We've never fucked like that. And I've never heard her (or made her) moan that way."
As I stood outside the room listening noticed too that my cock was straining against the fabric of my jeans. All four inches of me was rock hard as I listened to another man fuck my girlfriend! I dropped my hand as the cries got louder and the squeaking and knocking of the bed got faster and faster. As I stood transfixed outside the door, it was like someone else was in control of my body. I wanted to beat on the door and make them stop. Confront her for cheating and lying. I wanted to just leave and not listen anymore, but I couldn't move. My rock hard cock was aching as I listened to Tammy's cries come faster and faster and louder and louder. Suddenly she let out a series of short, sharp cries and then one long moan of ecstasy as the biker cried out.
"Oh Fuck Yes Baby! Take My Cum Bitch! Take All My Cum!"
As it grew quiet inside the room I found I could move once more, but all I could do was walk away with my heart was racing and thoughts swirling. I did nothing to stop her. Soon she'd be home from being freshly fucked and what would I do?
My emotions were high when I shut the truck off in the driveway. With trembling hands, I unlocked the door and practically ran inside. I couldn't get my pants unzipped fast enough as my dick had been aching and throbbing for the last 45 minutes.
I ripped down my pants right in the foyer and as soon as my underwear came down it happened. The sperm came flowing out of my four inch peter like a fountain!
What was happening to me?
I dropped to my knees from the intense orgasm and realized the sounds of my cheating girlfriend getting her brains fucked out just made me shoot cum half-way across the room and my knees to buckle!
I knelt there in bewilderment for a few moments and then slowly got to my feet. As if almost in a trance I wiped off my cock and zipped up my pants. I got a paper towel and wiped my cum off the floor of the foyer. In a semi daze I made it to the couch and just sat there, my mind a cloud of confusion.
It wasn't long before the sound of Tammy's keys hitting the counter startled me from my fog.
"It smells like cum in here. Have you been jacking off again you bastard?
Not "Hello, How was your day?" Not even pretending to play it cool because she just might feel guilty from just having come from having her pussy pounded and her brains fucked out. Not her. She just went right on the offensive.
"You better have cleaned it up you cocksucker."
She hardly gave me glance as she breezed by on her way to the bathroom.
I listened to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom as I contemplated what to do next.
"I'm going to confront that bitch. I'm going to tell her I know everything. What she did where and with whom!"
But as I heard the sound of the shower running my resolve began to slip as my cock stirred in my pants.
"Holy shit I thought." I was getting turned on as I thought about the way she moaned.
When she came parading by with just a towel wrapped around her head, all I said was,
"How was your day baby?"
"Fine." she answered. "Did you get us something to eat because you know I'm not cooking after being on my feet all day."
And that's how it began. And now for the third time I find myself outside a motel room door listening to Tammy's moans as she was once again getting her brains fucked out by her biker buddy. I was so engrossed I didn't take note of it when the sounds inside grew still.
Suddenly the door came flying open and a naked Mr. Biker sprang out. Grabbing me by the throat he dragged me inside and held me against the wall. Jesus this guy was big! He must have had 65 pounds on me.
"What the fuck are you doing here fuckface? Listening? Were you going to do something pervert? He said as his grip tightened on my throat.
I could only shake my head a little bit as his big hand on my throat was cutting off my air.
"Don't hurt him!" I heard Tammy cry. "Thats my boyfriend."
'What the fuck Tammy! This guys a pussy! Look at him, his dick is hard!"
