This is my first literary experience. So I ask you not to judge me harshly, but I will be glad of any positive criticism. All the events I describe are based on my personal experience.
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CHAPTER 1.
I don't even know where to start. But let me first say that English is not my native language, and in general I don't speak it very well. I have never been to the USA or even Britain, but I live in one of the Eastern European countries.
I guess the story I'm about to tell you can be rolled back a long way. All the way back to my childhood in a rather conservative environment where talking about sex was taboo, and I got all my knowledge about it first on the street and then from porn.
Anyway, I met my future wife Veronica while in my final year of university. She was a couple years younger than me and studied a few courses below me. She was in her early 20s at the time. Imagine a smarmy girl of medium height, swarthy and slender, with a beautiful white-toothed smile, long legs and beautiful, well-shaped breasts. But I fell in love not only because of her looks, but also because she was quite intelligent and we had many common interests: reading, traveling, photography and more.
I had finished university and was looking for a job, and she was on summer vacation and we were having a great time. Including in bed, we tried a lot of interesting things. Even anal sex, although she wasn't too keen on it.
In the fall I found a job and immediately went on a long business trip to another European country. Veronica didn't mind, and I left.
I had to stay at the new place for more than a year because of the situation. The work and conditions suited me, but I missed my friend very much. We called and texted several times a day, but I still missed face-to-face communication.
Not to mention that having an affair or just dating someone else didn't even cross my mind - it seemed absolutely impossible.
Days, weeks, and months went by like that. I continued to call Veronica every night, but gradually I noticed that she began to treat me more coldly. Conversations became shorter and shorter because she had a lot of studying to do and exams to prepare for, or she would say that nothing new had happened and she had nothing to say.
One day Veronica told me that she and her friends were going to the mountains and would probably have no connection. So it happened: I called her, but her phone was off, and it drove me crazy.
A week went by waiting. Then one day I finally managed to get through. Veronica picked up the phone, but she was silent, and only I was talking. When I asked her if everything was okay, she said she was tired of it all and maybe we should break up. This came as a complete surprise to me. I tried to convince her that she was wrong and that everything would be okay again. I told her that I would quit next week and come home. But Veronica just told me to pull myself together since she had already made up her mind. Then she just turned off her phone.
The following days were weekends and some holidays were celebrated, so I couldn't even submit my resignation. I kept trying to call Veronica, but the phone was still turned off. Needless to say, all these days were a real nightmare for me? I couldn't imagine my life without Veronica. I thrashed around the apartment, feeling completely powerless to do anything, and I had no desire to do anything.
Finally one day Veronica picked up the phone, but what she said made my life even worse..... She told me that she missed me a lot, that she had been depressed all this time, but then she met a guy and it happened that she slept with him..... That now she feels really, really bad for me, that she doesn't know how it happened and that she was thinking about me even while they were making love....
I quit my job on the first day and, having completed all the necessary paperwork, I was already in my hometown a few days later. I went straight from the airport to Veronika's house.
We met, and I immediately told her that what had happened did not matter to me. I still love her, and even more, because now I realized how much she meant to me. She hugged me, and for a while we just sat in silence. It seemed like I'd already said everything, and she didn't know what to say. Or she didn't want to.
She suggested a ******* to relax. So we did. As the alcohol took effect, Veronica felt more relaxed. She said that what had happened was not only her fault, but mine too. I shouldn't have left her alone for so long, and that she was confused about her feelings.
I asked Veronica how she felt about that guy. She said that it was over and that it was more like sex. I don't know what came over me, maybe I was ******* too, but I wanted to know the details. So she did.
They met at some friend's party, both of them *******. He offered to walk her out and she invited him to her house. As she was telling me, I imagined him sitting on that very couch, holding her in his arms and knowing that he was about to make love to her. I felt terribly jealous, but also unexpectedly excited.
I asked Veronica what he looked like. She said he was younger than her, athletic... and that he had a big cock. She advised me to put myself in her shoes to understand how she felt at that moment.
I wish she hadn't said that. My imagination painted a picture of us kissing in the entryway and in the elevator. I imagined his tongue penetrating my mouth and his hands frantically groping my ass. These were completely new and unfamiliar sensations to me.
These thoughts made my cock aroused. Apparently, Veronica also returned in her thoughts to their meeting, because I noticed how she was blushing, and her nipples were literally peeking out of her blouse.
I kissed her and she immediately went soft. When I kissed her lips, they immediately opened and my tongue penetrated. She pressed her breasts against me, breathing heavily. Then she took my hand and put it in her panties.
Oh my God! She was all wet! I had never seen her so horny before! Her cunt was gaping and my three fingers were literally sinking into it!
Yeah, that guy's dick must have been really hot," I suddenly thought to myself. I tried to push the thought away, but in fact it only made me even more aroused. I frantically pulled off her jeans and her wet white lacy panties, and spread her legs and ran my tongue into her crotch. As I diligently licked her, greedily savoring her juices, I imagined how just a few days that guy's thick cock had been here. And her labia were straddling and sliding up and down his shaft as she rode him. Maybe they did it without a condom, and he even cum right where I'm licking right now. And maybe I'm even licking up the remains of his seed. Thinking about it like that made me hornier and hornier. I was getting hornier than I had ever been before! I couldn't take it anymore, I turned Veronica around, put my cock in her cunt and started fucking her like an *******.
I watched my cock enter her greedily open hole, but I imagined the guy's cock. I also imagined how Veronica felt as her ass rimmed against his cock and his balls slapped against her swollen clit. How she sagged and waited as a guy she didn't know at all was about to spurt his cum into her unprotected womb!
I pushed on her waist, making her bend over even more and the light brown opening of her asshole looked right at me. Without thinking, I pulled out my cock and put the head of it against her anus. Contrary to my expectations, Veronica pushed her ass up even more and now my cock is already penetrating her tight hole. Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me in the ass! I deserve it! - Veronica was crazy horny. She'd never talked like that before. My cock was so heavily lubricated with her pussy juices that it moved freely in her ass. I began to fuck her with redoubled vigor, feeling like I was about to cum. Veronica was furiously rubbing her clit at the same time and was close to orgasm. Suddenly I felt the pulsations of her sphincter around my cock and realized she was cuming. I couldn't hold back any longer and shot my load right into her asshole. Then another and another. And another. I'd never cum so long and so powerfully.
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We didn't want to, or perhaps were afraid to, discuss our last night. In the morning, we just sat and drank coffee, and everything seemed the same as before.
But there were questions swarming in my head that I couldn't find an answer to. Or maybe I was afraid, "Does the thought of another man having sex with my girlfriend really turn me on? Do I really get turned on by imagining a fat cock? Did I get so caught up in Veronica's thought patterns yesterday that I got turned on by the very idea of a fat cock fucking me and cuming inside me? Am I gay now? How could all this have happened and what should I do next? Should I talk to Veronica about it?"
What if she turned away from me in disgust?
And then I felt my cock getting hard again.
CHAPTER 2 will be posted soon.
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CHAPTER 1.
I don't even know where to start. But let me first say that English is not my native language, and in general I don't speak it very well. I have never been to the USA or even Britain, but I live in one of the Eastern European countries.
I guess the story I'm about to tell you can be rolled back a long way. All the way back to my childhood in a rather conservative environment where talking about sex was taboo, and I got all my knowledge about it first on the street and then from porn.
Anyway, I met my future wife Veronica while in my final year of university. She was a couple years younger than me and studied a few courses below me. She was in her early 20s at the time. Imagine a smarmy girl of medium height, swarthy and slender, with a beautiful white-toothed smile, long legs and beautiful, well-shaped breasts. But I fell in love not only because of her looks, but also because she was quite intelligent and we had many common interests: reading, traveling, photography and more.
I had finished university and was looking for a job, and she was on summer vacation and we were having a great time. Including in bed, we tried a lot of interesting things. Even anal sex, although she wasn't too keen on it.
In the fall I found a job and immediately went on a long business trip to another European country. Veronica didn't mind, and I left.
I had to stay at the new place for more than a year because of the situation. The work and conditions suited me, but I missed my friend very much. We called and texted several times a day, but I still missed face-to-face communication.
Not to mention that having an affair or just dating someone else didn't even cross my mind - it seemed absolutely impossible.
Days, weeks, and months went by like that. I continued to call Veronica every night, but gradually I noticed that she began to treat me more coldly. Conversations became shorter and shorter because she had a lot of studying to do and exams to prepare for, or she would say that nothing new had happened and she had nothing to say.
One day Veronica told me that she and her friends were going to the mountains and would probably have no connection. So it happened: I called her, but her phone was off, and it drove me crazy.
A week went by waiting. Then one day I finally managed to get through. Veronica picked up the phone, but she was silent, and only I was talking. When I asked her if everything was okay, she said she was tired of it all and maybe we should break up. This came as a complete surprise to me. I tried to convince her that she was wrong and that everything would be okay again. I told her that I would quit next week and come home. But Veronica just told me to pull myself together since she had already made up her mind. Then she just turned off her phone.
The following days were weekends and some holidays were celebrated, so I couldn't even submit my resignation. I kept trying to call Veronica, but the phone was still turned off. Needless to say, all these days were a real nightmare for me? I couldn't imagine my life without Veronica. I thrashed around the apartment, feeling completely powerless to do anything, and I had no desire to do anything.
Finally one day Veronica picked up the phone, but what she said made my life even worse..... She told me that she missed me a lot, that she had been depressed all this time, but then she met a guy and it happened that she slept with him..... That now she feels really, really bad for me, that she doesn't know how it happened and that she was thinking about me even while they were making love....
I quit my job on the first day and, having completed all the necessary paperwork, I was already in my hometown a few days later. I went straight from the airport to Veronika's house.
We met, and I immediately told her that what had happened did not matter to me. I still love her, and even more, because now I realized how much she meant to me. She hugged me, and for a while we just sat in silence. It seemed like I'd already said everything, and she didn't know what to say. Or she didn't want to.
She suggested a ******* to relax. So we did. As the alcohol took effect, Veronica felt more relaxed. She said that what had happened was not only her fault, but mine too. I shouldn't have left her alone for so long, and that she was confused about her feelings.
I asked Veronica how she felt about that guy. She said that it was over and that it was more like sex. I don't know what came over me, maybe I was ******* too, but I wanted to know the details. So she did.
They met at some friend's party, both of them *******. He offered to walk her out and she invited him to her house. As she was telling me, I imagined him sitting on that very couch, holding her in his arms and knowing that he was about to make love to her. I felt terribly jealous, but also unexpectedly excited.
I asked Veronica what he looked like. She said he was younger than her, athletic... and that he had a big cock. She advised me to put myself in her shoes to understand how she felt at that moment.
I wish she hadn't said that. My imagination painted a picture of us kissing in the entryway and in the elevator. I imagined his tongue penetrating my mouth and his hands frantically groping my ass. These were completely new and unfamiliar sensations to me.
These thoughts made my cock aroused. Apparently, Veronica also returned in her thoughts to their meeting, because I noticed how she was blushing, and her nipples were literally peeking out of her blouse.
I kissed her and she immediately went soft. When I kissed her lips, they immediately opened and my tongue penetrated. She pressed her breasts against me, breathing heavily. Then she took my hand and put it in her panties.
Oh my God! She was all wet! I had never seen her so horny before! Her cunt was gaping and my three fingers were literally sinking into it!
Yeah, that guy's dick must have been really hot," I suddenly thought to myself. I tried to push the thought away, but in fact it only made me even more aroused. I frantically pulled off her jeans and her wet white lacy panties, and spread her legs and ran my tongue into her crotch. As I diligently licked her, greedily savoring her juices, I imagined how just a few days that guy's thick cock had been here. And her labia were straddling and sliding up and down his shaft as she rode him. Maybe they did it without a condom, and he even cum right where I'm licking right now. And maybe I'm even licking up the remains of his seed. Thinking about it like that made me hornier and hornier. I was getting hornier than I had ever been before! I couldn't take it anymore, I turned Veronica around, put my cock in her cunt and started fucking her like an *******.
I watched my cock enter her greedily open hole, but I imagined the guy's cock. I also imagined how Veronica felt as her ass rimmed against his cock and his balls slapped against her swollen clit. How she sagged and waited as a guy she didn't know at all was about to spurt his cum into her unprotected womb!
I pushed on her waist, making her bend over even more and the light brown opening of her asshole looked right at me. Without thinking, I pulled out my cock and put the head of it against her anus. Contrary to my expectations, Veronica pushed her ass up even more and now my cock is already penetrating her tight hole. Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me in the ass! I deserve it! - Veronica was crazy horny. She'd never talked like that before. My cock was so heavily lubricated with her pussy juices that it moved freely in her ass. I began to fuck her with redoubled vigor, feeling like I was about to cum. Veronica was furiously rubbing her clit at the same time and was close to orgasm. Suddenly I felt the pulsations of her sphincter around my cock and realized she was cuming. I couldn't hold back any longer and shot my load right into her asshole. Then another and another. And another. I'd never cum so long and so powerfully.
......
We didn't want to, or perhaps were afraid to, discuss our last night. In the morning, we just sat and drank coffee, and everything seemed the same as before.
But there were questions swarming in my head that I couldn't find an answer to. Or maybe I was afraid, "Does the thought of another man having sex with my girlfriend really turn me on? Do I really get turned on by imagining a fat cock? Did I get so caught up in Veronica's thought patterns yesterday that I got turned on by the very idea of a fat cock fucking me and cuming inside me? Am I gay now? How could all this have happened and what should I do next? Should I talk to Veronica about it?"
What if she turned away from me in disgust?
And then I felt my cock getting hard again.
CHAPTER 2 will be posted soon.
