I’m 21F and I’ve only ever been with my boyfriend of 3 years ever since we met in college. He’s really religious (but I’m not), so even though we’d been together for so long we had never had sex. Every time I would try to initiate something he would always talk about how bad it was or how it was a sin and lecture me about it and say that he was waiting for marriage. Then whenever I talked to him about marriage, he said that was a long time away and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the commitment. Eventually I started looking at porn to help me take care of my urges but eventually he said that that’s not something you should do in a relationship and said that people in relationships shouldn’t watch porn. We had a lot of fights about this over the years because I thinking like what am I gonna touch myself to if I don’t watch porn and he never touches me either =.=. Whatever. Our relationship ended up getting a lot less physical and touchy because every single time I would get horny, but eventually I just kinda said okay and my sex drive faded and I kinda just stopped caring about the whole relationship. I thought about breaking up with him, but I’m the type who wants to work it out I guess, so I wanted to keep trying.
Well last weekend I was supposed to be out of town helping my parents move, but it turns out they didn’t need me. So I went over to my boyfriend’s place and right when I opened the door, I knew something was wrong. I could see a girl’s shoes on the mat, but his roommate’s shoes weren’t there and I know he didn’t have a girlfriend, because he always complained about it. After I closed the door and walked in a bit, it was obvious what was happening. His cheap bed was squeaking and I could hear a girl moaning his name out loud. I wasn’t sure whether to confront him or leave, but as I sat there deciding, I could hear him saying how good it felt to fuck her pussy, and how he had always wanted to fuck her. I heard enough and just left, but weirdly enough I don’t think I even cried. He texted me later asking me if I was coming over and I didn’t respond the rest of the day. He started blowing up my phone and I just told him I was busy catching up for work tomorrow so I’d talk to him tomorrow.
On Monday I let myself into his apartment while he was at work and started packing all of my things. After I had packed all of my things, I opened his roommate’s door to tell him I was leaving and to say bye and he was sitting there with his headphones on and his dick in his hand with one of my pages open. Normally the thought would have disgusted me and I would have never talked to him again. But in a split second seeing his cock out in the open with his hand around it, knowing that he wanted me so badly that he would through just normal photos of me like that, him knowing that I’m his roommate’s girlfriend… I just stood there with the door open without saying anything while he tried to close his tabs and cover up like it was the worst moment of his life.
“… Do you want to see it for real?” I don’t know what he said, but I know that’s what I asked him. He had pulled his boxers up by then and I could see that he was trying to figure out whether it was a trap or not and was thinking of how to respond. I told him to get up and follow me because I had something to show him.
I went over to my boyfriend’s bed and sat down on it. I asked him if he wanted to watch me and I could see his cock twitch as he just stared at me, trying to think of what to say. I spread my legs for him and ran my hands up my legs to my pussy and I could feel myself already wet. Keep in mind I had literally never done anything with another guy except feeling my boyfriend up through clothing. I told him not to look away I pulled my leggings off, then sat in front of him and opened up my legs again and look him in the eyes and started running my hands over my legs in front of him. I felt so nervous, I had goose bumps and I wanted to throw up but somehow I ended up taking my shirt off and before I know it I was laying there just in my panties while he touched his cock through his boxers.
I started playing with myself through my panties, rubbing myself and you could literally hear how wet I was. It’s weird because as wet as I was, when I was thinking about taking my panties off, something stopped me because I thought “that would be wrong”. I sat there and rubbed my clit and fingered myself while he jerked off in front of me without either of us saying anything until I told him that I was going to cum and I don’t know why, but I told him that I wanted him to cum all over me. I came so hard I started moaning and I had to bite my lip so hard it bled while I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs together and I could feel him shooting his cum all over me, from my panties all the way to my face.
Without saying anything I cleaned up and then told him that I was just in a weird place and that I wasn’t sure what the fuck just happened but he doesn’t have to worry because I wasn’t going to tell anyone I saw him do that and try to screw him over and that we probably should forget that ever happened. Then I picked up all of my shit and went home. When I got home I blocked my boyfriend on everything. I’m sure he got the message because nobody’s messaged me since, and I haven’t talked to anybody I know about it.
Some part of me feels like I should be thinking about my relationship, but for whatever reason, I don’t really care. My sex drive was normal at best but now all I keep thinking about is his roommate staring at my selfies, touching his cock to my photos. Wondering how many times he jerked off to me, wondering whether he’d done it before while I was over, imagining him doing it while I was showering, imagining him jerking off with underwear that I’d lost in the past. I keep imagining him taking my virginity in my ex-boyfriend’s bed while he tells me how he’s always wanted to fuck me and impregnate me and make me his and I keep cumming to the thought of it multiple times a day…
Took work off today to take some time to myself and write this and now I’m touching myself again. I can’t even remember how many times I’ve cum this week, it’s like I’m addicted to touching myself and I just keep reliving the moment over and over again. I guess I’m realizing how much I love being stared at and wanted?
Thanks for reading <3
