It was a long week at work, and I could not wait to get off and get home. Crunching numbers and reading profit & loss statements were really getting to me this week. The stress of making the budget make sense, all while keeping the different departments happy, was definitely a chore. I just needed to get home to my girlfriend and unwind. The only good thing about this week thus far is that the boss told us all to end the day at noon and enjoy the weekend.

Noon arrived, and I was shocked at the way everyone in the office powered down their computers all at once and shuffled towards the door in a hurry. I laughed quietly as I did the same, heading to the exit. Before I could reach my car, one of my coworkers shouted across the parking lot that everyone was headed to the bar for some afternoon drinks. I politely declined as I wanted to get home to my girl.

It was Friday and Samantha worked from home on Fridays, so I knew she'd be there. She would be surprised to see me, as I never get home early on Fridays. I was always late to start the weekend, one of the last to leave the office. I got in my car and headed home.

I parked outside our home, looking forward to seeing Samantha. I knew she'd be surprised and hopefully happy I was finally home early. I locked the car and stepped on the path toward the front door. I opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it behind me quietly. I hoped to surprise Samantha, but I was the surprised one. I heard loud moaning.

I looked around and started to walk in the direction of the moaning. I thought about how sexy it was that she was playing, and I would sneak up on her. I hoped I could join her when she saw me. I was excited to see her, especially while she was playing with herself. The moans grew louder as I approached our room.

As I turned to peek through the open bedroom door and watch Samantha play with herself, I was hit with something I wasn't prepared for. There she was flat on her back, arms and legs wrapped around some man fucking the shit out of her. She held on to him for dear life, and I stood there in awe and shock.

Her moans were loud, almost screams, as this dark-skinned man I had never seen before pounded into her. She was digging her nails into his shoulders as her legs locked behind him. Neither of them saw me standing there with my mouth wide open in shock and disbelief as they continued to fuck.

I don't know how long I stood there watching; I couldn't seem to move. Moans and grunts blurred together in my ears as I looked on. My eyes started to water, and I could not look away. I did not know how long they had been fucking, but it was obvious to me that it had been a while. I forced myself backward down the hall. I found the front door with tears in my eyes. I left without knowing what to do or where to go.

As I drove down the road with teary eyes, I remembered my coworkers had gone for drinks. I decided to join them and hopefully clear my mind.

I pulled up to the bar I knew they'd be at and sat there for a few minutes. I needed to wipe away my tears so no one would suspect me of crying. After about five minutes of me pulling myself together, I approached the door to the bar. When I walked in, I spotted my coworkers right away. Some waved me over while others yelled, "I thought you were going home."

I waved back and stated, “I changed my mind.” Finding a seat in the heart of the group, I put a fake smile on my face and joined the conversation. Everyone seemed happy, enjoying themselves. I knew this was the distraction I needed.

The conversation flowed as smoothly as the drinks. Time was moving along nicely until it wasn't. Jack approached me and said, "You're thinking too much over here; what gives?"

I knew then and there that I was caught up in my thoughts and needed a lie to avoid confessing what was truly on my mind. Jack was one of my best friends at work. I knew if anyone would see through my fake smile, it would be him.

I tried telling him everything was fine, but he didn't buy it. He was relentlessly pushing that he knew me better than that. He told me, “Nothing could be that bad, and that I could talk to him.” He reassured me that he was a safe place and everything I said was between us, always. He then put his arm around my shoulder and slowly walked me over to a table away from the group.

Sitting at the table, just the two of us, I had diarrhea of the mouth and let it all out. I told him about how excited I was to get home to Samantha. How I wanted to surprise her, and how I got the surprise. I explained what I'd heard when I walked in the house. I told him of my slow walk toward the moans. I gave him the details of what I first saw when I peeked into the room. He sat quietly and never interrupted me as I spewed everything out.

He listened intently like a true friend. When I was done, sorrow crossed his face and sadness filled his eyes. I could see the care written all over his face. He got up and went to the bar without a word. He returned with shots and said, "Let's get drunk!"

We drank for a few hours. Our coworkers slowly left one by one until we were the only two left in our group.

We were drunk. Jack told me I wasn't going home. "Text Samantha that we had too much, and you are staying with me to sober up," he stated firmly.

I did as he told me, and we took an Uber to his place.

Surprisingly, Samantha never texted me back; she must still be having her fun. Once we got to Jack's, he heated some food, and we sat down to eat and chat. He told me I was worth it and that if I decided to leave Samantha, I would find a better woman—all the things I wanted to hear. Time was flying by, and we were both coming down from our drunkenness and needed some sleep. I am glad I had a friend like Jack.

I borrowed some shorts from Jack to sleep in, then headed to the couch. Jack headed to his room, saying good night along the way. I turned the lights out and heard Jack's door close.

I lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, letting my mind wander. My thoughts kept returning to what I had witnessed that afternoon. The longer I thought about it, the more my mind shifted. Soon those thoughts of her cheating on me had my dick standing at attention.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I thought to myself. Thoughts and images in my mind of Samantha fucking that guy had me hard. I was now pulling my dick out of my borrowed shorts, ready to jack off. I did just that, slowly at first, then picked up speed.

Those thoughts of her spread wide for him had me jerking off as I hadn't in years. I could not stop. My dick was so hard, and the precum had me so slick. All I could hear was the wet sloshing sound of my hand on my dick while my mind's eye was watching that man fuck my girlfriend senseless.

I soon started cumming torrents all over my stomach and chest. I was sure glad that I had removed my shirt before I lay down on the couch. I lay there in shock at what I had just done. Trying to figure out what was going on in my mind, I got up to go clean myself off.

Once wiped down, I returned to the couch for the night. It took a while, with my mind spiraling, before I fell asleep. It was fitful, but I slept at least.

I awoke to the sound of slightly banging noises from the other room. I was startled at first, not knowing where I was. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, the memories of yesterday and last night came crashing down on me, and I knew exactly where I was. The noise was Jack making coffee, as he had just woken up.

A few minutes later, I was in the kitchen having a cup of coffee with Jack. We talked a little about yesterday and my plan. I didn't have a plan yet, but I was sure I'd come up with something.

Soon it was time to go home, so Jack and I called an Uber and headed back to the bar to retrieve our vehicles. We said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways. I headed home, and he went shopping. I'm still working on what to do about yesterday.

When I got home, Samantha was sitting on the couch. She looked a little rough, but I'm sure I did too. She said, “Well, hello there, stranger, welcome home.”

I smiled a little and said, “Hello.” I sat down, looked at Samantha, and asked, “How are you?”

“Tired and a little sore,” she said. “I don’t know why, but I am sure I'll be fine after I shower," she continued.

“Interesting,” I said with a slight grin on my face. I wasn’t sure what else I could say in the moment. I got up and headed to the kitchen to make something to eat.

We chatted a bit, and things seemed normal between us. “She's good at hiding secrets,” I thought to myself. “I wonder what else she's hiding.” After I ate, I headed to the shower.

In the shower, letting the hot water soothe me, I noticed Samantha entering. She stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around me. “I missed you,” she stated clearly.

In my mind, I said, “I'm sure you did, NOT!”

She slid down to her knees behind me. With her arms still around me, she reached for my dick. I was a bit shocked and caught off guard. I started to stiffen in her hands just as I noticed her face pressed into my ass cheeks, and I felt her tongue probe my hole.

My mind started wondering, “WTF, do I go with this or stop it and confront her?” I decided it felt good, so I went with it. She was jerking me off while tongue fucking my ass. I was enjoying the feeling of her probing where she'd never gone before. I slowly turned around: fed my now extremely hard dick into her mouth. She took me all in, and her hands reached around, grabbing my ass.

Soon she had a finger in my ass as I was fucking her face. She was moaning, really getting into it. I do not remember her ever being like this, but hey, I was enjoying it. I pulled her to her feet and swung her around. I pushed her forward slightly, forcing her to bend over some. I grabbed my dick and slid right into her waiting pussy.

“MMM,” was all she could muster.

 I was like, “Damn, she’s loose.”

I continued to fuck her, barely feeling her walls around me. “That guy must have been really huge to keep her stretched like this,” I thought to myself. I didn't stop, even though I thought I should. I kept fucking her, holding on to her hips. We fucked for a long time, and I was nowhere near cumming, and I think she noticed.

She turned slightly and said, “What's wrong?”

I said, “You're loose today, and I can barely feel you.”

Pissed, she yelled, “What the fuck do you mean by loose?”

“I've never felt you like this before. What have you been doing in my absence?”

She said, “I was a bit horny and masturbated, but not so much you'd call me loose.”

“Maybe it’s the water mixed with your playing,” is all I could say while smiling to myself, knowing she just lied.

We got out of the shower without finishing our fuck. I wasn't disappointed, as I really didn’t feel much. She was tense the rest of the day. I just acted like everything was normal. I had to figure out what I was going to do about her cheating.

Before I knew it, the weekend was over, and I was back at work come Monday morning. Jack asked how everything was going. I stated I was figuring things out. He left it at that, and the day moved on in its mundane routines.

That Monday soon turned to Friday, and no plan had formed in my head, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The day was coming to an end, and I was looking forward to the weekend when my phone pinged with a new text message. I opened it, and it was from Samantha.

The text read, “Hey baby, Monica wants to grab drinks and chat, so I'll be home late.”

I decided not to reply, just like she had chosen the previous weekend. “Two can play at this game,” I thought. Now, what to do after work?

Not being in a rush, I stayed at work until about 6 pm. I decided to grab a bite to eat before heading home, so I went to a nearby restaurant. Upon entering the establishment, I heard a familiar laugh from the corner of the restaurant. I turned my head sharply, and I'll be damned if Samantha wasn’t sitting at the bar. She was not sitting with Monica. It was that man that I last saw fucking her senseless in my bed in my home.

I decided to play it cool and went to a table where I could see them but hide if needed, so I wasn’t spotted. I ordered a drink to start. When the waitress brought me my drink, I ordered some food and watched. I saw Samantha and that man laugh and smile, lightly touch and converse over the next hour. They never noticed me, and I just sat there watching.

After being there about an hour and a half, I noticed them gathering their things and heading for the door. I decided to follow them, so I paid my bill quickly and rushed out after them. I saw them get into a car at the end of the lot, so I turned my head and headed to my car. I hoped they didn't see me, as I wanted to see where they would go next. I was lucky. They didn’t see me, and I followed them. About fifteen minutes later, they pulled up to a driveway in front of a nice house. I strolled by quickly and went to the end of the block.

I parked my car and walked back down the street to the house they parked in front of. It was dark by now, so I walked up to the side of the house and peered through the side window. I could see into the living room where they sat, but I couldn't see clearly. I needed a better view. I moved to the backyard and peeked in by the sliding glass door. I could see clearly now, and they were kissing heavily.

Their hands were roaming over each other like teenagers. They were in heat, and I knew where this would lead. Soon, clothes started coming off. Piece by Piece, one by one, and then they were naked. There on his couch, making out like horny fucking kids. Their hands everywhere. Him fingering her pussy while she stroked his massive dick. I stood there watching it all.

He lay back, and she swung around and over him, placing her beautiful pussy right over his mouth. She engulfed his monster cock, and they were officially in a solid 69 position. They were both enthusiastic as they devoured each other. I stood there watching and noticing tears rolling down my face once again. I also noticed I was hard as a rock. My dick was struggling to stay in my pants. I stayed glued to that door, watching Samantha cheat on me with Mr. Hungdick.

I watched them fuck in several positions on that couch. His massive member stretched her out. He is definitely the reason I could barely feel her last week. That couch was being tested by those two fucking every which way possible. Whatever company built that thing would be proud of the pounding it was withstanding.

I could not move as I watched them fuck for damn near an hour. The tears kept flowing, and my hard-on went nowhere. The noises he brought out of her were unreal. I never heard a woman scream in such ecstasy. Eventually, I knew I could take no more, so I pulled myself away and headed to my car. I drove home through the darkness, my eyes blurred.

I crawled into bed not knowing what to think or do. I cried myself to sleep, thinking this had to end. I could no longer live with this cheating woman. The problem was that I couldn't understand why I got a hard-on seeing her like that. Why last week I had jerked off thinking of her cheating on me. Once again, sleep was difficult.

I woke up to a noise. I looked at the clock, and it was 2 am. I realized the noise was the front door closing. I heard a few bangs before Samantha entered our room. I could smell alcohol immediately. A little rustling, and she climbed into bed behind me. She cuddled up to me, and I felt she was naked but obviously drunk. She mumbled, “I love you, Miles.” “WTF,” I thought. My name is AL.

I was frozen and didn’t move. She squeezed me tightly, and her hands started to roam downward. She soon had a hand in my shorts, playing with my dick. I didn’t move, still pretending to be asleep, but my dick was getting hard. Soon she pulled my dick from my shorts and was full on jerking me off. Precum forming, making her strokes slick and easy. My hips started moving despite my resistance. She pulled me towards her, forcing me onto my back. In one swift move, she was straddling me, and my dick was inside her extremely loose pussy.

With her hands on my chest, she started grinding on me. All I felt was wetness and nothing more. This was now the second time I had been inside her, and I felt nothing. “My god that man is huge to do this to her,’ I thought. She seemed to be enjoying herself as her moans started getting louder. I looked into her glossy eyes and asked, "Can you feel me?" She just moaned.

Her hips picked up pace while her fingers dug into my chest. I don’t know what she was thinking, but whatever it was, she was turned on and doing her best to fuck me. I never once felt the walls of her pussy, just pure wetness. It was like sticking my dick into a bucket of warm water. It did nothing for me, and she didn’t seem to mind or notice. Soon she started to cum and cum hard. It wasn’t until she was mid orgasm that I finally felt the walls of her pussy. It was too late though; once her orgasm subsided, she rolled off me and lay her head on my chest. She was asleep in less than a minute.

With my hard-on shrinking and her starting to snore, I lay there wondering what the hell I was doing. “How can I let her fuck me after cheating on me? Is there something wrong with me?” I was so confused and hurt. This whole situation was fucked up, and I needed to do something about it. The question is, what am I going to do?

I didn't sleep well. I tossed and turned all night. Finally, around 5 am, I gave up on sleep and went to make coffee. Sitting in my shorts with a mug in my hand, I pondered everything. From her cheating to my obvious hurt and arousal, I tried to figure it all out. I was no closer to figuring anything out when Samantha walked in. I noticed she looked like hell, and the clock read 7:15 am. I couldn’t believe I had been sitting there for over 2 hours.

“I feel like shit; I never should have drunk that much last night. How did I get home?” She asked. She sat down with a loud thump.

“You seemed awfully drunk when you got home. I have no idea how you got here. You woke me up closing the front door,” I stated.

She got up and looked out the window from the kitchen. “My car isn’t here, so at least I didn’t drive,” She giggled.

“Let me call Monica for you; maybe she'll remember more than you,” I stated a bit loudly. “Think she'll be up this early after the night you two obviously had?” I asked. I reached for my phone to make the call.

Samantha stopped in her tracks and turned towards me quickly. "No. It's too early for that. I will call her later. We drank too much for her to be up just yet," she stated very loudly. Obviously, her memory was returning.

I looked at her, then down at my coffee. "Okay," was all I said. She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat with me at the table.

My mind was all over the place, wondering what to do. I sat silently pondering. Samantha sipped at her coffee, looking a bit worse for wear. I eventually got up to go shower.

In the shower, my thoughts returned to the hurtful yet arousing thoughts of Samantha, and I guess Miles fucking yesterday. My moderately sized dick grew hard once again, and I started jerking off as the imagery fluttered in my mind. Soon I was masturbating fiercely, and the light flickered in my eye, drawing me back to reality momentarily. That's when I realized what I was doing. I was crying and jerking off at the same time.

I stopped my masturbatory fling and finished my shower. I stepped out and dried myself. I walked naked back to the room to get dressed. Samantha was lying on the bed, still looking rough. She noticed me right away and slowly spread her legs open in my direction. "Eat me, please," came out of her mouth.

Knowing what she had done and that she hadn't showered yet, I found myself kneeling before her. Her pussy hole was wide. I had never seen her hole open like that, but after seeing Miles' monstrous cock I was not surprised. I leaned in and started eating her well-used pussy. Musty and funky, I ate her like a starved homeless man. I couldn't believe what I was doing. This is wrong on so many levels.

I heard her moaning, yet I still couldn't believe I was eating her used cunt. Her fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling me into her pussy; her body started to shake. She was coming from my oral ministrations on her sloppy pussy. Once her orgasm subsided, I backed off and stood up.

She looked at me and said, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"No," I replied as I walked to the closet. I wasn't hard or turned on; I was actually disgusted with myself for what I had just done. But in my mind, I knew I was aroused but couldn't get over her cheating. I sniffled a little and said, "Later I will fuck you."

She lay there a bit stunned at my refusal to fuck her but accepted it  and said, "I will be waiting for you to claim me."

I thought that was a strange thing for her to say. My mind really started reeling as I dressed. I needed to think, so I left and stated I was going shopping and would return later.

Several hours later, I decided to go home and talk with Samantha. She needed to know that I knew about her cheating and I could take no more. With the few things I had bought, I headed home to have this dreaded conversation. 

When I got home, Samantha wasn't there. I was a bit surprised she wasn't there, as she hadn't said anything to me about leaving, nor had she sent me a message. I put my purchases down and sat on the couch. My thoughts soon turned to where she was and what she was doing. Then they turned to her and Miles again. The fucking I witnessed twice already and her loud moans. The sight of her used pussy and the fact I felt nothing when my dick entered her wet hole. As these thoughts flowed, I realized I was hard.

I pulled my dick from my pants and started to do a little tug on myself. Precum formed fast, and my stroking increased. I had a nice-sized dick, I thought, though it was tiny compared to Miles. I could see why Samantha wanted it over mine. I still had no idea why her cheating was turning me on. I wanted to cum and continued masturbating.

I was slightly moaning and enjoying myself, all while questioning what was wrong with me being turned on by my cheating skank of a girlfriend. Lost in my own little perverted world there on the couch, I heard myself say, "Yes, Samantha fuck him, take Miles' big dick." Still masturbating, thinking I was alone, again I said, "Take Miles big dick. Let him stretch your pussy. I'll never be able to feel you again." The thoughts, images, and words coming out of my mouth were so degrading yet arousing to me for some strange reason. I couldn't explain it, let alone understand it.

As the filth spewed from my mouth, I opened my eyes and there stood Samantha directly in front of me. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw dropped open. I immediately started cumming like a fountain or volcano. Just looking at her looking at me, my dick erupted. Spurt after spurt, rope after rope, my dick just kept spewing a river of cum. I don't think I ever ejaculated so much in my life. Before she could say a word, I jumped up and ran to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

I was so embarrassed and shocked at what had just transpired. The fact that I was masturbating to the thoughts of her cheating on me and her witnessing it just about destroyed me in that moment. I did not know what to do; I could die. Shaking, embarrassed, and scared, there was a knock at the door.

"Al, it's okay, I understand. Don't be embarrassed. I am glad you know. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I couldn't find the words." Samantha stated loudly through the door. "Let's talk and work through this. I think it will be good for both of us," She stated. "Knowing you like it is amazing. Don't fight it, Al; embrace it." She continued.

I was crying, shaking, and oh so embarrassed. What was I to do? "I can never face her again," I thought to myself. "How do I get out without ever seeing her?"

"Watching you cum that hard thinking about Miles and me was so hot," she said. "I will call him, and we can all talk," was what I heard next.

There was silence for a moment, then I heard her muffled voice through the door. "Hi Miles, he knows. Yes, he knows I have cheated on him with you. I don't know how yet, but he definitely knows. I caught him masturbating to the thoughts of us fucking. You need to come over so we can talk."

I was shocked she was telling him; now I am truly embarrassed. I'll never be able to face anyone again, ever. It wasn't long before I heard a knock at the door. There was no way in hell I was coming out of that room.

After a moment of silence, Samantha returned to the door. "Al, open up; Miles is here so we can all talk."

Then I heard a male voice. "Al, this is Miles. You don't know me, but I have been the one fucking your girlfriend. She came to me one day stating she needed more in the bedroom. She wanted a big dick, bigger than yours. She said she had an amazing boyfriend, but the sex was lacking. She only wanted sex and nothing more, so I provided it for her. This was never meant to hurt you. I only wanted to help her, as I have a weakness for good-looking women," the words spewed forth from his mouth.

Then Samantha chimed in. "Open the door, Al. Let's explore this. We can find a solution. Please, let's talk about it. Oh, Miles, what are you doing? No, not here. Al is right there on the other side of the door. Fuck yes, that feels good. Miles, stop fingering me."

I was shocked at what I was hearing. He was really fingering her right there against the door. With me here, I could not believe it. Still crying and embarrassed, I kept listening without saying a word.

Miles told her to lean against the door, that he was going to fuck her right there. I assume she listened because the next thing I heard was Samantha moan loudly with an audible "AAAHHH." I think he penetrated her.

At first the moans were soft and spread apart. Then over the next few minutes they got louder and closer together. The moans were mixed with male and female sounds. The door was banging a bit. I think he's behind her fucking her up against the door. My tears are flowing like a waterfall. My gut is twisted and my dick hard once again.

There she is, cheating on me again with Miles. This time I am right here, and everyone knows it. It's intentional, and as much as I hate it, I find it turns me on. I needed to open the door and face this inner demon I still didn't understand. I was hurt and confused but also utterly aroused.

Their moans got louder still. More frequent, and the door banging harder. I pulled my pants down and started masturbating, picturing what was happening on the other side of the door. My mind's eye was vivid and clear. I knew what I needed to do to witness it and accept it. So, continuing my masturbation, I walked to the door and unlocked it. Then opened it.

Samantha fell forward, and Miles right along with her. She hit the floor first, and he fell on top of her. Once the initial shock was over, Miles wasted no time adjusting to the new position and guided his massive cock back into her. She again moaned loudly and allowed him to continue fucking her right there on our bedroom floor, face down and prone. I looked on as I continued to stroke my erect yet smaller dick.

Samantha lay there moaning like a mad woman and started to cum hard. Her orgasm triggered his; he yelped loudly that he was cumming. His body started jerking and pounding fiercely into her until he was done dumping his load into her. He rolled off her and onto his back. His cock still stood firm, drenched in their combined fluids. She lay there momentarily before rolling over onto her back.

Once on her back, she looked at me. "Come here and fuck me. Al, claim what is yours," she said in a breathy tone.

I knelt between her legs, prying them apart, and easily slid into her massive hole. She was so wet with arousal and his cum, stretched to the hilt. I had absolutely no problem gliding into her pool. She wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, pulling me into her. Before I could move, she looked into my eyes and said, "I love you."

That is all it took; I started cumming. No movement, no nothing, just her words, and I was cumming like a virgin boy on his first time. I couldn't believe it. I just came so hard after witnessing her cheating, her getting fucked. Upon entering her sticky, gaping, used hole, all it took for me to cum was those three simple words.

I had caught her cheating. I witnessed her fucking another man, and yet here I was. Buried as far in her well-used pussy as I could be, thinking, "I am an idiot and so turned on. What the fuck is wrong with me?"