As the moments slid forward and the reality of what just transpired hit me, I was at a loss for words. Samantha asked if I was going to stay on top of her all day, and I was shaken from my thoughts. I stood and reached down to help her up. Once up, she hugged me and said, "That was awesome."

I went to shower, not knowing how I felt or what to think. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Samantha was lying on the bed, dead asleep. Miles was nowhere to be seen. This was my chance to really think about everything and make some decisions.

I went into the living room to think about what led to today's events and what I should do. As I sat there thinking, I noticed that I started to cry once again. The one thing that was obvious to me was that her cheating definitely affected me. I needed to talk to her about it.

She awoke a few hours later to find me sitting in the living room quietly alone. Sitting next to me, she asked, "How are you?"

"I am scared and hurt. Your cheating on me has obviously affected me, and I do not know how to handle it. Then there's the issue of watching you fuck and how jealous I was, yet turned on at the same time. I need to understand what to do with these feelings," I said clearly.

She sat there listening to me without a word. Her face showed sorrow, but also something else. I think it turned her on that she was affecting me like this. Maybe I was wrong, but I swear I saw a grin starting to form on her face. Now I was even more confused and worried. Something told me this was going to be rough.

"I love you, Al, but I need more. Our relationship is strong and meaningful, but the sex is lacking. I do not want to lose you, but I am no longer willing to sacrifice the physical needs I have," she stated matter-of-factly.

My jaw dropped for a moment, and then I said, "I love you too, but I am not sure I can give you what you want. I am willing to try, but I am not clear on how this works. I cannot handle you cheating on me."

"If you know, then it is no longer cheating. If you are involved, it definitely is not cheating. I will no longer have to do things behind your back if you accept this. I will be able to share everything with you instead of hiding it," she said.

I was a bit taken aback and knew I had a lot to think about. I told her we needed to discuss boundaries and ground rules if this was to work. She readily agreed.

We talked for what felt like hours. In the end, we agreed on the rules. Basically, she was not going to cheat on me anymore, and I would know who she was with and what she was doing. I was to be involved. The question, though, was: could I handle it?

Days went on, and everything seemed normal, like nothing had ever happened. Then it all changed when Samantha looked at me after work and said she had been a bad girl. I looked at her and said, “What do you mean, a bad girl?’

She smiled at me with that horny little grin and said, “Come with me; I have something to show you."

I followed her to the bedroom, and she looked at me and pushed me down onto the bed. She started kissing and fondling me. She started pulling at my clothes, doing her best to get them off me. She finally had me naked and hard.

She stood up and removed her clothes to join me in my nakedness. She had several bruises on her tits. I looked quizzical and started to ask. Before words formed, she was back on me. We were kissing and started to fondle one another.

She slid up and straddled my chest, inching her pussy closer to my mouth. Once within reach, I stuck my tongue out and started to lick her. She moved closer, and I was able to get all her pussy to my mouth. She started moaning lightly, and I was getting into it. I pulled back just long enough to catch my breath, and something caught my eye. A creamy white dollop was oozing slowly from her pussies opening, and my eyes went wide. She noticed my hesitation and lunged her pussy forward.

I hesitated again, and she yelled, “Eat my used pussy,” loudly and forcefully. I went to move my head again. She looked down, saying, “Come on, Al, eat me; you know you want to.” That’s when I caved.

I started eating her out, and she was loving it. I knew what I was eating; I didn’t know who it belonged to. I was disgusted with myself for doing this dirty task, but I wanted to please her.

Soon she crawled back down on my body and started kissing me again. She reached between her legs and my body to find my erect dick. She moved just right and impaled her wet pussy directly onto my dick. With a loud moan, she said, “Yes, baby, fill me up right.”

With that horny grin on her face, she rode me slowly but forcefully. I could tell she'd been fucked by how loose she was, but she wasn’t as loose as she was with Miles just a week ago. My mind wandered as to who she could have been with, and that’s when she started to tell me how she'd been a bad girl.

“I went to Jake's place today. I needed to talk to him to let him know we are ok since your drunken night with him last week. I didn’t want him thinking I was some slut out to hurt you. I needed him to know I'm not a bad person. He didn’t seem to believe me, so I told him how Miles fucked me in front of you. How turned on you were. The fact that you came so hard once you entered me after Miles. That you couldn’t even fuck me; you were so turned on. Once he heard that, I noticed a slight bulge in his shorts, so I asked him if he liked that.”

I was shocked and stunned that she went to my work friend. I didn’t even realize she knew where he lived, let alone knew him at all, since I'd only mentioned him in passing during work conversations. Yet here she was telling me this story while slowly riding my dick.

“It was obvious he was turned on, so I stood and reached under my skirt and slowly removed my panties. I walked over to him and straddled his lap. I pulled my shirt off and started to take off my bra. Before my bra was off, he had his hands on my tits, caressing them like a child playing with a squishy. His mouth soon followed his hands, so that’s where the bruises come into play. He was rock hard beneath me, so I reached down and started to tug at his shorts. He lifted his hips to allow me to get his shorts down, and just when I did, his dick sprang straight up. No alignment needed, I immediately lowered my wet pussy down onto him. I picked up the pace quickly as he felt so good inside me. Your friend fucking me was so hot. He was really getting into it. He lifted me without ever sliding out of my pussy and put me on my back. He was now thrusting into my pussy something fierce. It was raw and exciting. He came hard and deep in me, breathing heavily. He caught his breath and lifted off of me. He tossed me my panties and said he'd be discussing this with you. I put my panties on and came home to wait for you and share this with you. I only got here moments before you,” she stated as she continued to ride me.

I was so stunned at her words I didn’t know what to think or feel. I was just shocked as I lay there, letting her continue to ride me. I reached up and grabbed her tits roughly and increased my hip movement, trying to fuck her hard from beneath her. She raised her body some, allowing me to fuck her back. I started moaning and said, “You whore, you fucked my friend; how could you?” as I filled her well-used pussy with my cum.

I felt as though she cheated on me; she felt it wasn’t cheating because she came straight to me to share it. I thought I understood her point of view; I just hoped she'd understand mine. This was going to be hard to come to grips with. “Am I man enough to share my girl with others?” I thought.

I did my best not to stress over her actions and accept it all. The rest of the night went well, and we both slept amazingly. I woke up early the next day, getting ready for work and to face Jake. I wondered what I would say and/or do when I saw him.

When I walked into work, Jake was nowhere to be found. I went to my office and started my day. Just before lunch I got a text from Jake stating he stayed home today and asked me to swing by after work. Of course, I told him I would because I needed to talk to him.

I got to his place just after five that afternoon. He welcomed me in, and we started chatting.

He started by saying, “Samantha came to see me yesterday. She told me that you accepted her cheating. I didn’t believe her, so she proceeded to tell me what happened with Miles and you two. Is what she said true, Al?”

“Yes, I have accepted some of it while I struggle with the rest,” was all I could muster to say.

He then said, “She fucked me, Al. I couldn’t help myself; I am so sorry.”

“The fact that you're owning it and confessing it to me shows a lot of character, Jake. I greatly appreciate that. She came home directly from here yesterday to tell me about it. I am not sure how I feel about my supposed friend fucking my girl, though.” That was what I told him.

He replied, “It will never happen again. I won't let her come between us. You are my friend, and I was weak yesterday, but never again.”

I appreciated his sentiment and accepted his apologies. I went home and knew that I would share this conversation with Samantha. I got home and told her all about it, and she just smiled and said, “That’s nice.”

The week continued, and before I knew it, the weekend was upon us, and I was ready to head home from work.

When I walked into our place and closed the door, I immediately heard that familiar sound of Samantha being naughty. Fearful of what I might see after the last time I came home like this, I slowly made my way towards the moans. When I got to the door of our room, I found the source of the moans.

Samantha was naked, flat on her back, with her legs wrapped around none other than Jake. He was fucking her good, and I was shocked. I felt jealousy and anger rage inside me. He had lied to me when he told me he'd never fuck her again. I stared at the two of them until she noticed me. “Good, you're home,” she said between moans. “Come here,” she stated, reaching her hand out to me while Jake continued fucking her.

I walked to her and took her hand as she pulled me down to eye level. I was crying; I could feel the tears rolling down my face. Between grunts and groans, moans of pleasure, she said, “I fuck who I want when I want; that was our deal, within our rules. Jake may be your friend, but I need you both to know that I am in charge, and his being your friend gives me free rein to fuck him.”

Her hand released mine and I slipped back on my haunches. I was visibly torn between what was happening in front of me and what she just stated. My friend fucking my girl once again, even after telling me he wouldn’t; obvious lies. “I can’t handle this,” I said to myself. “I must do something!”