I woke up at seven am, Ashley was still asleep next to me, but my first thoughts were of Sarah.
Was she okay?
I carefully extracted myself from Ashley’s arms and slipped on my boxers, followed by my shirt; then picked up the rest of my items. I felt tired. Sleep was still calling me, but I wanted my Sarah. I needed to check on her and reassure myself that we had done the right thing. Even ponder what happened last night. These were my early morning ruminations.
Before leaving, I kissed Ashley’s cheek; she stirred but didn’t open her eyes, and I wondered if her mind was currently dreaming of her toy boy… namely me.
I briefly stood there looking at my sleeping lover, taking in her vision. I asked myself, would I have the pleasure of her body again?
I didn’t think so. I only wanted to be with Sarah, and when we were home… also Clare.
It was a moment that briefly took me away from my deeper thoughts, that of Sarah, her sleeping next door, with Don. The vision caused my hairless cock to stir. It was prodding me to think about what I was going to find when I went next door, back to my own apartment.
I expected to see something similar to what was in front of me, with Sarah and Don in our bed. His arm wrapped around her, claiming her to be his. I prepared for it, and I took a deep breath, before turning for the door, still unsure of my deepest feelings as new ones kept bubbling up.
I knew I needed to talk with Sarah. Ask the prevalent question why she hadn’t used a condom?
But the truth was, that was only one point. There were larger subjects to discuss. We needed that talk, to see where we were going from here as a couple. We had to ask those awkward questions, dig deep, and even talk about Clare.
It was important, and I knew it had to be done today. With no distractions, just the two of us, being open and honest with each other.
Though as I slid the patio door open, I knew I had to hold some information back from my girlfriend, the fact I had not used a condom, but there was something else. It was a growing feeling, which lived deep within me, one that last night had once again risen to the surface. It was the fact that a part of me had enjoyed sharing Sarah with Don; watching her ride his cock, even without a condom.
It was a new craving and a growing longing, but perhaps more importantly, a worrying desire… It was the part of me that had caused me to freeze, to pause from fucking Ashley… to watch.
Should it be included in our talk?
I let myself out and hopped over the low rock wall that separated our two apartments. Then, with another deep breath, fearing the worse, I opened my apartment’s rear patio door.
It surprised me to see Sarah and Don sleeping on separate beds. I smiled as my heart leapt; my uncertainly temporarily gone. I was happy they had not slept together, just like I and Ashley had done. It told me something…
But what?
I wasn’t so sure. I needed to ask the sleeping Sarah.
I gently shook Don, and he grunted as he pulled himself awake and looked at me. I put my finger to my lips… stay quiet. He nodded, then slipped out of bed and started silently dressing.
On the other bed, Sarah stirred in her sleep. Maybe she sensed my presence as she rolled onto her back. The cotton sheet slid from her nude body, and the early morning sunlight illuminated her naked form… It was as if the warm sun had shone a spotlight on her bare beauty.
It was a scene that reminded me of Clare when we were in Majorca. Her waking up with me, but there was one vast difference. Today it had been Don waking up with my girl… and it was him, who had made Sarah look like she currently did… Well fucked!
With Sarah’s naked body now revealed, Don stopped dressing and we both briefly took in the vision of Sarah. Her face looked angelic; below a body that looked well used. There were traces of Don’s dry, crusty cum on her chest, stomach and thighs. There was simply no hiding the fact that Sarah had been fucked and then passed out, having not washed.
Don looked and smiled. I didn’t blame him. Then, finished dressing without a word. He was going to see his sleeping wife, but I sensed he knew that Sarah and I now needed some private time.
We needed time for our emotions, our bodies, and our thoughts to reconnect and become one again. That needed to happen in our talk today.
I again closely looked at the stark-naked Sarah. My cock was once again alive, erect, showing its morning glory, but it was not nearly as awake as my brain. Sleepiness was now abolished, as my head became filled with a whirlwind of unanswered questions and doubting demands. But amongst that noise were emotions and feelings that told me that I truly loved Sarah.
But there was one demand, a probing question that I needed to understand.
Was this what I wanted, needed, or expected in the future?
Sarah was still sleeping and lying there. Her pussy was slightly red, and a little swollen, and there were signs of cum around it; even some on the inside of her thighs. Her body also had dried cum stains on her stomach and breasts. It was obvious not only had Don fucked her bareback, but he had also cum all over her, and I suspected it was something Sarah had asked him to do.
My mind flashed back to the time when we were sitting in my car together. It was four months ago when Sarah was delicate. She had told me that she loved to be covered in a man’s cum, especially if it was with an older man. Then it washed over me. I didn’t understand, but in those few months since then, I had learned so much.
I now got it!
I had done some research, and now I knew it was a fetish, maybe not even an uncommon one, as it had a name: Bukkake. I realised it went back to Jerry, Sarah’s only previous boyfriend. He was an older man who used to ejaculate on her, and over time, it had become one of her secret pleasures.
This recently gained knowledge was something I had not yet shared with Sarah. I was still trying to learn and understand both her and our relationship, but I did know one thing for certain.
I truly loved her.
There was also something else, and this holiday had brought it to the fore. I wanted to know Sarah’s deepest desires and secrets.
We needed that talk; I needed to understand and stay in control of my emotions, whatever happened last night, including not using a condom.
I then did something I knew was wrong, but I am far from perfect. I took a few photos of Sarah, naked, covered in Don’s cum. It would have to be another film to be developed by Brenda. But these photos were for me, not Clare, a reminder; a turn-on and maybe something to show Sarah in the future when we talked about Bukkake and her other deep sexual desires.
I clicked away, then stood and once again took in the vision of my girlfriend. Despite the dry cum, as Clare had in Majorca, Sarah also had that air of innocence about her. She looked blissful, content, and happy. I certainly didn’t want to wake her, even with the urgency within me, the angst caused by Sarah not using a condom.
Even this morning, it felt as if she had cheated on me, though the small rational part of my mind was telling me, in brief pulses, she had only not followed my rules.
Is that really that important?
We would talk about last night later, but it was still early, and despite my raging thoughts, and my cock’s hard-on. I realised that my adrenalin rush was fading and that tiredness once again found me. I needed some sweet dreams like Sarah was currently having.
I took my clothes off and curled up next to her. The sheet pulled up to protect us. My arm wrapped around her to say she was mine. I felt her body respond, where ever she was in her dreams, she knew I was there. Maybe I was even with her.
We spooned together, my girlfriend still caked in Don’s incrusted cum. It was a constant reminder, but I felt reassured, once again in sync with Sarah, as I closed my eyes and joined Sarah in dreamland.
*****
It was nearly ten when we awoke, the sunlight streaming in through the patio door.
“We need to talk,” were the first words that left my mouth when Sarah’s eyes opened a few minutes after mine.
Perhaps once again I could have chosen my timing a little better, as my girlfriend’s hand went straight to her head; it was only then she then realised I was now with her.
“How much wine did we have last night?” Sarah then said absently mindedly.
She looked a little hungover and dehydrated. She glanced at me and weakly smiled as I passed her a bottle of water.
“Thank you,” she muttered as she started to come to her senses. Even on the best of days, Sarah was normally not a morning person.
I just sat there, next to my girlfriend, watching her slowly stir as she gulped back the water. That earlier pressing question was now pushed back onto the back burner as I once again took in Sarah’s beauty. I could not resist. I leaned over and kissed her; well aware that Don’s cock had been in her mouth more than once.
Sarah seemed to come to and realised where she was. She then kissed me back and said, “Thank you,” once again, then, “Sorry,” as Sarah looked at the state of her cum covered body. She then reached over and took her contraceptive pill, washing it down with water.
I was thankful that she was on it, just like Clare now was, but it was a reminder, so I repeated, “We do need to talk.”
Then I asked, “What happened last night?”
Sarah looked down at her body once again, and then her eyes went wide and watery before she gently started to sob.
Reality had just hit her.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to…”
I tried to stay cross with my girlfriend, but my vulnerable heart just melted. I could never stay angry long with her. I loved her too much, and I put my arms around her and held her tight, trying to soothe those sobs. I didn’t want her to feel guilty; I didn’t want her to be delicate. I wanted Sarah to know that I loved her.
“I love you,” I whispered, “but we do need to talk, but perhaps after a shower.” I made playful sniffing noises through my nose, and then repeated, “A shower together would be good.”
