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My Girlfriend Knows

By: nameofthewind



Chapter 1

I was trapped in that ethereal state in-between sleep and full consciousness. On some level I was aware of the fact that I was dreaming and that these strange thoughts I were having couldn't be real. Yet if that was true why were the sheets bathed in cold sweat and my heart beating not only supremely quickly but also with such an astounding intensity? I couldn't remember ever being more pumped full of adrenaline.

I knew with some exertion of my will I could either wake myself or stop the flow of my thoughts; however the lull and power of those treacherous images floating before my eyes were too tempting to resist. Much to my own disgust.

It was the first time I had ever dreamt of my girlfriend, my beautiful sweet angel of three (mainly blissfully happy!) years outright fucking someone. Someone not being me. Of course like the majority of young men I would worry about these things from time to time. Especially if I knew Hannah was out partying with her friends, knowing full well what she was like when she was inebriated.

It was a particular group of friends in particular, her 'crazy mates' from back when she was a teenager, taking pills and raving till the morning that would worry me. Every now and then there would be some sort of reunion. I could always see the excitement in her eyes and despite her persistent claims it would not be a 'wild one' without fail she would come back hammered.

At first I hated this and started to develop a complex. A complex which would peak at a moment I will come to shortly. At some point I projected this insecurity onto different people, including my oldest and best friend Michael. 

I knew it was ludicrous but they got on so well when we all went out. It was most likely due to remnants of a very competitive childhood spent constantly challenging each other, whether in sports or in academics. We were both usually near the top of the class in both disciplines, which possibly led to my own rather large ego throughout my teenage years. I had calmed down since then, yet some residue of this obviously remained. I didn't help that out of all my friends he had the most consistent luck with women. 

This is not to say I didn't trust her and after a few months into our relationship I believe we both realised that this was worth more than what we had been previously doing with our lives. It was in fact Hannah who made all the first moves; including saying I love you the first time. To which I somewhat shakily replied I love you too.

I was initially reluctant to get seriously involved in a relationship, not due to being unsuccessful with women (I had my fair share), more because I had never been serious with any woman before and was scared and unsure of what these feelings were. Its remarkable how quickly someone can take over your life and thoughts until you can't possibly envision a future without that person. The same works in reverse, love being such a fickle and fragile mistress.

She trusted me too, as I never gave her any reason not to. This doesn't mean that like most women she wouldn't have her own absolute psycho moments and plenty of her own insecurities. One of her insecurities led to her to do something which, perhaps, triggered off a series of very important events...

I was waiting alone at my flat (my parents lived abroad) for Hannah to come home from work at the pub she worked at. I was just surfing the internet as per usual, probably reading some erotic stories on Literotica, when I got the idea to check her emails. Probably not the best thing for a mildly, at the time, paranoid boyfriend to do. However I knew she did the same to me and liked to check my Facebook 'as it was interesting to see another person's life' apparently.

After sifting through a lot of spam and adverts for penis enlargements (this is not where I tell you my girlfriends has a cock) I saw something that looked slightly odd. An image upload to one of those picture rating sites! I couldn't believe it. I knew this was different as it was in the sent items folder.

I hesitated for a fraction of a second before clicking it open. There staring me boldly in the face was an image of my beautiful girlfriend's tits. I recognised the picture instantly; she'd sent me the same picture! How strange. The only difference was that the picture she sent me had 'MISS YOU' written on her chest. A cute little message meant just for me, to remind me of what I was missing whilst I was studying a few hours drive away for my degree.

My first feelings were purely of horror and disbelief. This was totally out of character. My sweet angel, who had always been quite reserved in bed, had sent a picture of her frankly amazing rack to the internet. A part of her body that was meant only for me, one of the great privileges of being her boyfriend, had been uploaded brazenly onto the internet for the whole fucking world to see! I couldn't believe it.

What rubbed salt into the wounds was that she had obviously taken the picture and sent it off to the internet first and then written that message for me on her chest afterward! What I should probably also mention was that she was wearing a bra. I should also probably mention that her boobs are incredible. Truly incredible. They are so perky, playful almost, pert and somehow so erotic.

After 3 years together I still catch myself ogling them all the time and I find myself switching from loving boyfriend to absolute lust-filled pervert. They seem such a contradiction; her personality is so loving and fun, her face is so angelic and innocent that when you allow your gaze to drift downwards and you are confronted by this mind boggling cleavage the pure sexuality of her breasts stand out like a beacon. They evoke such raw feelings of passion and fucking that feelings of love take a complete backseat.

So seeing this picture I was also dimly aware that I was growing quite aroused. At the same time anger was still the dominant emotion and I remember calling and asking for an explanation. Cue the predictable tears. I told her to come see me when she was done at work and hung up.

My mind was now a maelstrom of thoughts. Throughout it all I do remember thinking that I never lost my erection and keep looking at this picture. I tried to find it on this site but it had been deleted. I started looking at all the other naughty pictures I had of her and found myself slowing stroking my hard cock.

Around 11 I heard a knock at the door. I took my time answering and saw Hannah standing there looking smaller and more deflated than I had ever seen her. The image of her in her work clothes, with her make-up smudged and standing forlornly in the hallway, evoked such strong feelings of love and protection in me that, rage forgotten, all I could do was gather her in my arms and whisper to her that everything was going to be okay. We were 19.

After a heartfelt chat she explained why she had done it. She felt insecure, that she wasn't good enough for me and was seeking reassurance, anonymously, before sending me the picture. It was also very early on in the relationship and I was suitably mollified. I do vividly remember her surprise later in bed when I started to kiss her and progress things. She thought I was disgusted with her. The truth was a part of me was thrilled. 

I couldn't explain it. Firstly I was proud to have such a sexy and attractive girlfriend. This was evident from the numerous positive responses to the picture, which according to Hannah, went mainly along the lines of 'Fuck ur tits are so fuckin hot I want to cum all over them' (lovely). Secondly the behaviour was so alien to her normal nature that it made me see her in a different and more sexual light.

Also I couldn't deny the fact that the idea of other men out there pleasuring themselves over my girlfriend was very thrilling and arousing to me. Not that I let that on just yet. She was in the dog house and she knew it. I claimed my reward as most men do, with multiple blowjobs and a succulent cooked breakfast the next morning.

As time passed, my recollection of the incident didn't. Whilst we were kinky in the innocent way that only young and new lovers can be, I never forget that moment of discovering her mild infidelity. We fucked in toilets, trains, alleyways, experimented with handcuffs and ropes as well as chatting on online adult chat-cams with other couples. This usually resulted in some sort of virtual foursome. I loved how sexually open and adventurous Hannah was. She learnt exactly how to push my buttons.

After hearing a friend talking enthusiastically about prostate massages and that that was where the male g-spot was located I mentioned it to Hannah mainly as a joke. That night she surprised me by trying it out and I had one of the best orgasms I'd ever experienced! I loved how game she was and how behind this innocent exterior lurked a completely different, wilder and more depraved side to her. Especially after a few drinks, some compliments and a few words of encouragement. 

Instead of being upset when she wore more revealing clothes out in public I began to feel more comfortable. Proud even. She loved wearing strappy tops and short shorts. When the sun was out she was in heaven. Her figure, being as objective as a boyfriend can be, was perfect to me.

She was short, 5"3, with luscious and sun-kissed long blonde hair, big bashful blue eyes, a perfect white smile and the cutest button nose. I jokingly call her my little South African wildcat. When I picture her face I always imagine a beautiful bright day with the sun light creating a halo around her angelic face, looking at me with a perfect smile; not just with her flawless teeth but also with a hint of her mischievous clear blue eyes.

After already waxing lyrical about her bountiful bosom (36C for those curious), a toned flat stomach, heart shaped ass and lovely smooth legs are all that's left to describe! In essence, I had the jackpot. Although I'm sure most boyfriends feel this way.

So, whenever we did go out; in the summertime or bars and clubbing, Hannah understandably drew a lot of attention. Her friendly demeanour attracted a lot of interest but she normally always made it clear that she was with me. I started to enjoy this interest. I remember one time telling her to try and see how much attention she was getting. She seemed always completely oblivious to it all; maybe that was part of the attraction to some men. 

I told her to go to the bar alone and see what happens. Almost instantly and rather predictably, a tall guy in a white t-shirt started talking to her. When I saw her respond and smile there was a flash of the old anxiety, until she turned to me and pointed me out. My feelings were assuaged and I felt mildly guilty for not trusting her more.

I never forgot about the picture episode and the feelings that they conjured within me. So much so that one night, horny and away from Hannah for the next few weeks again studying, I decided to look into these image rating sites. I saw the reactions of all the men to any pictures of fit women and thought to myself 'wow I wonder what reaction all my photos of Hannah would get...'

I think we all know what happened next and after a very long (not really) mental dispute I uploaded a couple of dirty pictures I had of Hannah (mainly of her tits and ass – no face obviously). I checked continuously, I remember the irrational fear. What if someone recognised her? This was ridiculous considering the sheer volume of boobs on the internet. 

A week later her pictures had over 2,500 hits and 100 comments. I wanked over them furiously, pumping my hard cock to Hannah's pictures and all the approving salacious comments. Hannah had no idea. Until she found the website on my computer a few weeks later when I forgot to log off...

To cut a long story short, I was forgiven (mainly as she had technically done the same thing) and in fact she was mildly interested by the comments and the fact the she had her own little pervert (me). Although she tried to hide this from me. And she insisted on me deleting the pictures...which I sort of complied with. I'm a terrible person yes yes I know.

So now Hannah knew that I was a pervert and exhibitionist. What she didn't know was about my emerging feelings of voyeurism. Specifically of watching her. Watching her without me being involved. She didn't know that I had these rather embarrassing feelings and they were fast becoming my main masturbatory material. Whether it was pictures or stories nothing would get me more aroused than the idea of a cheating wife, cuckolding and watching her being naughty with someone else.

She did once have a quick glance at some of the stuff I was watching and was actually rather offended as she believed that I was the one that wanted to be the male fucking the married wife. She didn't understand that for whatever fucked up reason I couldn't quite understand myself what actually turned me on more was the idea of watching her being fucked. I hated myself for this and still today am not comfortable talking openly about this. Immediately after cumming I would be disgusted with myself and would wonder how I could think of, let alone let someone else near my beautiful girlfriend.

She also didn't know that as a way of trying to overcome these feelings I began writing fictional erotic stories about it. I'd only really written one proper one entitled 'The Weekend My Girlfriend Fucked Another Man.'

It wasn't especially good and revolved around her going out on a wild weekend with her friends and ending up sleeping with men and doing general crazy things. It started with her sending a text saying 'Hey babe, just to warn you things might get a bit crazy tonight. Already pretty drunk. You know that I love you though. Wish you were here to fuck me...xxx.' The problem wasn't actually really the story, more the fact that it took too long to write as I had to stop to keep masturbating. So that was the end of that

I knew how open and sexual Hannah was and at certain times, always after a few drinks, I would make subtle hints about it and ask about her previous sexual encounters. That was always a sure-fire way to make me want to fuck her brains out. She seemed to slowly be getting the hint and I was again reminded of how amazing my girlfriend is when we recently stayed at a hotel.

We had been looking forward to this for weeks as we desperately needed some alone time. Due to social reasons and starting a new job it had been difficult to fit in some quality couple time and so this hotel weekend had primarily turned into a dirty one. My favourite type.

I loved the teasing, picture swapping and naughty texts. We went to a local pub after checking in. With it being summer Hannah was wearing a rather low cut black vest top and skin tight mini-skirt. Her legs, ass and tits looked incredible and as usual I had a hard-on as we went into the pub. I said I needed the toilet and she should get the first round in.

After coming out of the toilet I waited at the back of the pub pretending to be reading something on my phone. I could see Hannah at the bar straining on tip-toes to try and read the offers and prices of the drinks. What this inadvertently did was to offer all the surrounding locals a great view of her skirt riding up her bum. It was now clinging even tighter to her backside.

Whilst not only revealing her great ass, this also publicized a rather interesting piece of news. She was wearing a very lacy piece of French lingerie. This was also news to me along with half the locals in the pub. When she finally came down from her tiptoes and the show was over, I noticed that the bar top was at her chest height. And she was leaning her boobs on the bar top.

I've noticed her often doing this as I guess it is a bit of a relief for her. What she doesn't understand, despite me frequently pointing out to her, is that this forces her breasts up and given the tight bra she was wearing meant that her boobs were literally falling out of her shirt. My feelings of anger started to rise but I controlled myself and didn't say anything. If anything I just appreciated the view along with everyone else and enjoyed the suddenly surprisingly quick service!

We sat down with our drinks, after receiving a few looks from the local men (and women surprisingly) and instantly started discussing all things sexual. I loved nothing more than having a few drinks and talking sex with Hannah. Nothing turned me on more than knowing she was getting turned on, trying to needle out her fantasies (she claimed she didn't really have any) and watching her wilder sexy side come out.

I knew that she loved me talking about my fantasies and what turned me on. Although I wasn't ready to tell her all of them; just a few to keep her sated for now. She then popped to the little girl's room whilst I got us another round. When I came back, drinks in hand, I found her sitting on the sofa with one of those devilish little grins that I know so well. 'What? 'I asked. 'Nothing...nothing' was the response and I knew better than to push it. 

With all the talk of sex and fantasies we couldn't help but start kissing passionately and try to feel each other up as much as was publicly decent. And then perhaps a little more. She had her arms around me while we were kissing and had her hands in my back pockets. She can never keep her hands off my 'peach' as she likes to refer to it! 

Finally she got up saying she needed a drink to cool off and that I was in not fit state to go the bar. I followed her pointed gaze and was quite understandably sporting a rather painful boner. I watched her sashaying away to bar and settled back into the couch. As I leaned back I could feel a rather annoying bulge in my back pocket. I pulled out the bar napkins from my back pocket so I could really sit back and relax and was about to chuck them on the table when I finally realised how soft and silky they felt in my hands.

As well as the fact that they were wet. We hadn't drunk enough for our customary drink spillages yet so I was a little perplexed by this. Looking down I noticed that they weren't napkins at all but in fact a pair of very lacy and skimpy French lingerie. Something that I could have sworn Hannah had been wearing only a few moments ago.

Finally the penny dropped and I looked up in disbelief, whilst quickly burying the underwear back into my pocket. It was then that I noticed the table of large local lads opposite were staring and smiling at me. I remember my heart skipping a couple of beats and flicking my attention towards Hannah. She had her back to me and was just stretching up on her tiptoes to try and read some more of the options off the bar menu. Totally oblivious to the graphic show she would soon be starring in.

My first reaction was to jump up and tell her. But for whatever reason I remained locked in place. Frozen by the sheer eroticism of the situation. Inch by agonising inch as she leaned up and over the bar top her mini skirt gradually snuck up her tanned legs. I could start to see the bottom of her stunning ass. That curve that I had grown to love and treasure so much over the years. That I loved to wake up next to and bury my face in sometimes. That belonged rightfully to me! Not to a bar full of drunken, crass blokes.

I heard one of them let out a low whistle of appreciation. I glanced over and saw looks of intense concentration on all their faces, eyebrows rising almost in time to Hannah's mini skirt. I saw looks of pure animal lust on their faces, the raw sexual violence that lurks beneath all men, whether they have a gold band around their index finger or not. When I looked back to Hannah I saw clearly that the bottom part of her amazing ass was visible to the whole bar and I knew that just one millimetre higher and her lack of underwear would become more than obvious.


My Girlfriend Knows



As she reached the point of no return she thankfully sank back down onto her heels, paid for her drinks and started walking back to me. I let out a humongous breath that I hadn't even realised I was holding in and suddenly realised that I had been desperate for the show to carry on. I shook my head quickly and smiled as she plonked herself down back onto my lap. 'Glad to see you didn't miss me' she said, wiggling her bum around on my lap making herself comfortable. 

'We should really finish these ASAP and go now' I replied. 

'Ahh you're no fun!' she exclaimed, pouting at me adorably. It was almost too much for me, this lethal cocktail of pure sexuality and seeming innocence. 

'Everyone's looking at us!' I told her in the hopes of making a quick getaway. She looked up and saw that quite clearly we had the attention of most of the bar. I heard her gasp audibly and look suitably chastised. 

'I see. Well then let's drink up and go' she replied with a light giggle.

We both left, feeling the buzz as we stood up and made our way to the hotel next door. We managed to restrain ourselves until we reached the elevator. As soon as that door closed we were all over each other. Hands everywhere as I pushed her up against the wall and slid a finger underneath her skirt to see how turned on she was. I loved feeling how wet Hannah was, sliding a finger along her slit and sometimes teasing her by slipping one in or gently caressing her clit.

In return she had somehow undone my belt buckle and opened my shorts up. She was very practiced at that. She was tracing the outline of my cock through my boxers, squeezing the shaft and running her nails along it. Had there been anyone waiting for the lift when it opened I don't know what we would have done. Fortunately lady luck was on our side and we stumbled our way down the hallway and after a few frustrating attempts with the room key staggered through the door.

I wrapped my arms around Hannah, brazenly dropping my hands onto her firm tight ass and squeezed tightly. I forced one of my legs between hers and started awkwardly forcing her back towards the bed. She had her hands entwined in my hair, pulling my face down into to hers. I felt wet warmth on my thigh and knew instantly that Hannah must be absolutely soaking.

Getting a good grip under her sexy ass I lifted her up and half threw her onto the bed, falling on top of her. Her legs were now splayed wide open in an almost shocking display of sexual wantonness. I rose up on my knees appreciating the view for a split second. I looked down at my beautiful girlfriend of 3 years. She was on her back with her chest heaving, her round breasts rising and falling as she panted.

Her blonde hair fanned out behind her on the duvet and her blue eyes had a somewhat hazy appearance, whether from the alcohol or just natural arousal. Her pupils were massive! There was a tinge of rose in her cheeks, a sure sign of her state of heightened sexual excitement. Her skirt was bunched around her waist leaving an incredible view of lovely tanned golden legs leading to the one place I wanted to be more than any other in the world at that moment. At most moments for that matter.

I couldn't remember how or when but my cock had already been released from the confines of my tight white boxers and was sticking obscenely straight out into the air. Had it been like that in the lift? I couldn't remember. I didn't care. I saw Hannah take the sight of me in as well and I knew she approved. Whether it was the glint in her eye, the slight crafty smile on her lips or her saying softly and with unrestrained urgency, 'Fuck me!'

I responded hastily by quickly stripping out of the rest of my clothes and crawling up to her until we were face to face. The tip of my cock was teasing her slit gently. I reached down and slid it up and down, allowing it to brush against her clit too; the way I knew she loved. I could see her agitation growing, as well as her anger. 'Fuck me...Please Fuck ME!' She repeated over and over. I loved playing this game with her. Teasing her until she begged. I slid an inch or so of my cock into her; enough so she could feel it but not enough to satisfy her.

'Tell me what you want, you little slut!' I demanded of her whilst keeping a firm grip on my cock. She knew what I wanted to hear straight away, 'Please, fuck me with your big hard cock. Take me and fuck me hard and tell me what a little slut I am!

I loved it when she talked dirty to me; my cock was veritably throbbing with anticipation and eagerness to be deep inside of her. Still I held back, unwilling to give in just yet, releasing a few inches here and there. Her back was arching crazily as she tried desperately to get all of me inside her. I made her repeat her dirty talk over and over again until suddenly without warning I leaned forward and allowed all 7" of my hard cock to slip into her sopping wet pussy.

I went straight in, all the way and paused. I savoured the feeling of being completely ensconced in her tight and wet warmth. It just felt so fucking good. Her legs wrapped around me as she yearned to get every inch out of me she could. Her heels dug into my back. I backed up; hands underneath her, lifting her slightly off the bed before crashing down again and plunging straight back in.

Her sighs turned into more guttural moans. I started to pummel her, hard and fast. I could only maintain this for a short while before I would explode so I slowed down and mixed up the tempo. I concentrated on driving slowly and deeply into her all the while telling her what a dirty little slut she is. Her nails were raking across my back as she thrust her tongue in me and bit my lips.

I slowed down almost to a complete stop and started to really grind into her. I let one of my hands drift down until it was resting gently on top of her little mound. I bent down, and licked her ear. I then whispered to her, 'I want you to cum all over my hard cock whilst I fuck you and play with your hard little clit you dirty girl'.

I started to increase the tempo and kept talking into her ear sometimes punctuating my words with little nips on her earlobe. She loved that. I could hear her gasping and knew she was getting close. She was trying to control the rhythm and I knew that meant she had almost reached her climax. She started crying 'Don't Stop' continually until with a shuddering gasp she arched her back off the bed completely and cried out 'I'm cumming'.

I stayed locked in place allowing her to reach her state of orgasmic bliss and waited a few seconds as she slowly came down from her sexual high. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to take in and savour the moment for as long as possible. Letting her breath out slowly and with her big blue eyes twinkling she looked at me and purred, 'Your turn.' 

Wriggling out from underneath my body Hannah placed a hand on my chest and pushed me onto my back. Both our bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She straddled my legs and bent over to give me a light kiss. I could see tiny beads of perspiration running down into the cleavage between her breasts. I was overcome with the urge to bury my face in between them.

She lightly raked her nails down my body, past my chest and abs to the tops of my legs. I had always been incredibly sensitive to her touch there and she took full advantage of this. My achingly hard cock was straining, standing straight up almost pleading with Hannah for her to touch. She ignored my cock and continued to lightly caress my inner thighs sending shivers and tremors through my body. A 'Please' escaped my lips and she knew she had me right where she wanted.

Slowly, tenderly, she allowed one of her hands to drift ever closer to my balls until she had them both in her hand. She cupped them ever so lightly, gradually tightening until I could feel the points of her nails beginning to scratch them. With her other hand she lovingly started to tease my shaft running her fingers up and down. I'd never met a girl with such magical hands as Hannah; she seemed to intuitively know exactly what I wanted and exactly when I wanted it

She continued her teasing for a few minutes, constantly changing the pressure and experimenting with different angles. Then she leaned forward, still grasping my cock and balls in both hands, and give me a faint kiss. She continued past my lips until I could feel her hot breath in my ear.

'Tell me what you want to hear...' she murmured, before giving me a quick nip on my earlobe and following with a soothing lick. 'You want me to hear me talk dirty right?' she asked, pulling back and looking at me questioningly. I could only nod in response. Hannah laughed softly and reached over to the bedside table where the bottle of lube was waiting (as if by magic!).

I squirmed slightly in anticipation of feeling the cooling lotion being drizzled all over my engorged cock. I wasn't disappointed as Hannah liberally coated her hands and my lower body with the lubrication. She gently took me in her hands again, this time with both hands around me. I sighed with supreme satisfaction at the feeling of her wet and sticky hands around my lubricated cock. She started one hand at the top, right at the tip of the head and slowly and tightly slid it down until it hit the base.

Then she would let it drop to the side whilst she repeated the motion with her other hand. She continued this, creating a never-ending cycle of intense pleasure. Finally she began to focus just her right hand on the tip of my cock, pulling back the foreskin and caressing the end. With her free left hand Hannah, sultrily and deliberately traced her fingers down over my skin past my cock, over my balls and beyond.

She began to scratch and tease the skin there, a place of immense pleasure for me. She continued in this vein for a few minutes more, bringing me closer and closer to a seemingly unstoppable orgasm. I was in a crazed sexual mind-state. She could have asked me anything then and I would have agreed. What she did was even better. She leaned forward again; her breasts suspended just above me, agonizingly close to my lips and began to talk dirty...

'Does this feel good baby? Do you like the feelings of my little hands on your hard big dick and balls? I love watching you get turned on by me. Nothing turns me on more. And I know just what turns you on. I know that you love it when I wear slutty outfits. I know you pretend you don't like it, but I can see it in your eyes...and I can definitely feel it!'

At this point my eyes had snapped back and locked onto Hannah's face. She must have seen the slight expression of worry and confusion in my body language. 'Do you think I don't know what turns you on baby? You should know that anything that turns you on turns me on even more. I will do anything for you if it makes your dick nice and hard. Because that makes me really wet. Then I want nothing more than to feel you slide into me, fucking me hard, hearing your balls slap against my hard clit.'

I closed my eyes, letting the ripples of pleasure wash over me, focusing on purely enjoying this perfect moment of carnal ecstasy. My breathing had begun to intensify, a sure-fire sign of my impending climax. Hannah continued her dirty talk, her voice turning huskier as she delved deeper into my forbidden fantasies.

'I know you would like that too baby. To fuck me good and hard, to pump me full of your hot cum. I know that's what you're thinking when I'm wearing a slutty outfit. Like tonight. I loved the way you were fucking me with your eyes. And I know you weren't the only one. I know there were others looking at me. Other men that wanted to fuck me with their hard dicks. And I know you know...'

I opened my eyes, staring into Hannah's. I saw the lust there, mirrored in my own eyes. It was then that I realised she really did know all about my depraved and dark fantasies. She liked it! My cock throbbed, it felt so fucking hard. I didn't want to come; I was trying to hold on as long as I could, whilst she manipulated my hardness in her skilled hands.

'Did you like it? Did you like the fact that other men want to fuck your girlfriend? All those men in there wishing they could pound me with their big cocks. Wishing they could push me up against the bar and slide their fucking hard cocks straight into me. Ohh you like this don't you baby. You like hearing about your slutty girlfriend don't you. I've never seen you this hard. I don't want you to come yet, I haven't told you the best part.'

At the exact moment I was about to explode everywhere, she released both her hands and then squeezed the base of my cock hard. My cock pulsed and throbbed, but thankfully I recovered just in time. The slightest touch would have sent me over the edge. Slowly but surely she began to resume jacking me off. By this point I was completely helpless in the bed; sweaty, sticky and a completely sexually crazed wild animal. She had total control over me with just her hands.

'I love watching you get so turned on as I tell you what a bad little girl I am. I know you don't think I'm a little slut but I am. I really am. I'm you're little slut who loves to make you horny and hard. Are you hard thinking of those men wanting to fuck me? Those big men with their stiff dicks all wanting to fuck little me? You think I didn't see? You think I didn't know?

A girl always knows baby. You see I wanted that to happen. I was giving everyone a show just for you baby. All that teasing of everyone in the bar was your own private show. And I loved it. I could see all the men looking at me, wanting me. Including you. All wanting to fuck this little slut. You should have seen the barman looking at my tits. He couldn't take his eyes off of them. God my nipples were so hard. And I was so wet. I loved being so naughty. I know they were all looking at my ass too. Why do you think I was wearing such a short skirt?

I wanted them to look! I wanted them to desire me, to desire it so bad all they could think about was to fuck me. One of the guys at the bar even put a hand on my ass. My bare ass. Yes my bare ass, after I had taken my soaking knickers off and given them to you. You think I didn't know that everyone could see. That you could see as well. I was watching you, loving how turned on you were getting. I think you really like the idea of me getting fucked by another man don't you? Would you like to see me getting pounded by a big hard dick? Would that turn you on? Would that make you fucking CUM?'

And I came like never before. Like I'd been saving myself for months and could now finally release myself. I was never a guy who would come like a pornstar but at that moment I released a torrent of cum all over the both of us. Her hands and breasts were coated. I could feel it hot and wet on my own stomach too. It felt as if my whole body was coming and it originated from somewhere deeper within me. It was such a powerful orgasm.

Her dirty talk had sent me completely over the edge. She had crashed through all my mental barriers on the subject and attacked me at my weakest moment. I couldn't believe she had known what she was doing in the bar. She was testing me the whole time! And now she knew, she knew what turned me on the most.

I started to freak out as all my insecurities swam in front of me. What if she thought I was a freak? Only a weirdo wanted to see someone else fuck their loved one right? Was I not a man? How could she be attracted to me now? And now that the incredible feelings had subsided I realised the very idea sickened me. How could I want that for my girlfriend and love of my life?

I struggled to hold back these emotions and thoughts and sank back into the mattress, hugely embarrassed. Hannah could read something was wrong. 'That was amazing. I've never seen you come so much! Did you not enjoy it?' she asked sounding slightly hurt.  

'Of course I did. It was amazing. Mind-blowing. I just don't want to. I don't want to be turned on by these thoughts but I can't help it' I whispered. I felt so vulnerable. 

'It's okay. I think it's hot. Remember whatever turns you on turns me on!' Hannah reassured me. But it wasn't enough; I couldn't stop the feeling of self-loathing. I loathed the fact that possibly the best orgasm of my life centred around my girlfriend being unfaithful

The next morning I was still feeling a bit uncomfortable, heightened possibly by the sly smile the receptionist gave us as we checked out. We were both also nursing quite serious hangovers and hadn't really mentioned the previous night. I was kind of hoping Hannah had forgotten. I certainly tried to over the next few weeks.

Although the memory of that hand job would sometimes spring unbidden to the forefront of my mind whenever I was masturbating. I would remember what she had said whilst she was jacking me off and I would always without fail get a powerful erection. It was probably the trigger for the dream I had just had. The dream of her being fucked by another man...

Time and place had been completely distorted as they usually are in dreams and I don't know how or why but we were in my old kitchen. Hannah was wearing something befitting of a secretary. A very sexy secretary and we were discussing the events of the previous night. She had gone to a friend's party and had since been acting very strangely.

I cornered her in the kitchen, with her backed up against a counter. I already had a faint subconscious notion of what had occurred but I desperately needed her verbal confirmation. I asked her the question that all partners hope they never have to ask seriously. She hesitated...and I knew what that meant. Then she quietly said 'Yes'.

The feelings of complete and utter shock were so real; the majority of my brain didn't understand that it was just a dream. I didn't know how to respond, I was in complete disbelief. My heart was pounding rapidly in a staccato fashion. I saw a flicker of something cross her face. Was that pity? Did she feel sorry for me? She had just cheated on me and she felt sorry for me?

The humiliation was unbearable. I knew what I should do. I should shout and tell her to pack bags. I knew this was what most men would do in this situation. Yet I could do nothing. I was frozen. Eventually all I could do was ask, 'Did you do any more than kiss?' 

'No' she replied emphatically. Too emphatically. Her slightly offended tone of voice was a dead giveaway. 'Why?' I gasped out; my breathing was becoming more laborious.

She gave up the pretence,' I don't know. I don't know why okay! We were dancing and things become a little bit too intimate for my liking so I tried to stop. Then he got really mad and followed me. We were alone in one of the bedrooms. I tried to tell him no but I couldn't. I was just frozen. He was so angry and mad. He just picked me up and was throwing me around the place. He was crazy with sexual rage.'

I could see her lips moistening slightly as she told her sordid story. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and I could see in her glassy look she was remembering the incident. Then she must have mentally kicked herself as she regained focus and continued talking. 'You're always so loving and nice, gentle and kind. But he just picked me up and fucked me. There was so much raw passion.' 

'Did you enjoy it?' I interrupted her starkly.

'Me? No...No of course not!' She replied weakly. It was just so blatantly obvious that the little slag had loved every second of it. I couldn't believe it. That my beautiful darling innocent angel would do this to me. I was an emotional wreck. But again there was one emotion that was pushing all the other ones aside.

I could feel the urge to fuck her building. I wanted to reclaim her. I wanted to tell her this, but I wasn't sure how she would respond. It must have been some strange sadomasochistic switch in my mind that was being triggered. I felt so angry and betrayed but it was like I was getting off on that very fact. I couldn't let Hannah know that. She already knew too much. 'Who is he?' I demanded.




My Girlfriend Knows



'I. I can't tell you.' My rage grew exponentially at this point. I wanted to shout and roar with anger. I wanted to hit her. I wanted to fuck her. How dare she withhold that information after everything she had done to me? I needed to know. I looked at her ready to launch into a furious tirade when I noticed her looking at something.

I followed her line of sight. She was looking down. Down at the vey prominent bulge in my pants. Her hand was reaching slowly forward. I stopped completely in a trance state. It was my worst nightmare. She was going to find out. I had to stop her! 

It was too late. Her hand was squeezing my cock. She lifted her chin, returning her gaze to me. With the beginnings of a devilish smile she cocked her head, looked right at me and asked a simple question that would change everything forever.

'Are you hard baby?'

It was at that precise moment that I woke up in the state that I described at the beginning of all this madness. I rolled groggily out of the bed, aware of my cock throbbing painfully. I had what looked like a very serious hard-on. I checked the time, anything to take my mind off these thoughts that seemed to be consuming me. Much to my own chagrin.

9.30 p.m. on a Friday night! Jeez I needed to get a social life. And stop napping at really weird hours. I had the night and place to myself as Hannah was off one of those old reunions with those crazy friends of hers. I used to really freak out when she went to do that I thought, smiling ruefully. I checked my phone. There was a message from Hannah. I saw it ending in kisses and guessed she was just texting to say she loved me. I tapped it open and read

'Hey babe, just to warn you things might get a bit crazy tonight. Already pretty drunk. You know that I love you though. Wish you were here to fuck me...xxx.'

Huh. That's weird I thought. I'm sure I've seen that before somewhere. I put my phone away with a slight frown on my face before slouching into my chair facing my old friend, the laptop. That's when it hit me. I know where I've seen that before! That was in my fucking story. The one about her fucking other men! What the fuck! It must just be a coincidence.

Obviously I had to check. I went to the hidden folder that contained my erotic stories in and clicked it open. Then I opened up the file entitled, 'The Weekend My Girlfriend Fucked Another Man.' Then I noticed it. The title had changed. It now read:

'This Weekend My Girlfriend Fucks Another Man.'

SHIT