Two years ago I was in a fairly serious relationship with a girl I had known since school. We had always had a bit of flirty chemistry, and one day I bucked up the courage to ask her out. We had been dating for a few months when New Year's Eve rolled around, and we had decided to head to the pub to celebrate the occasion together. Had I known when she was getting all dressed up what I know now, maybe I would've chosen to stay home.
She slinked out of the bathroom in her best tight black dress, the one she knew drove me wild, I was never able to resist her in that thing. She sauntered over to me before she left and whispered in my ear exactly what she would do that night and my heart almost stopped. Gingerly, she took my hand and we made our way out to the pub at around 8 p.m. We had sat up by the bar and gotten some light drinks, not wanting to get drunk before the festivities started.
I noticed her glancing her eyes around the room, though she kept looking back at this one man in the corner with his friends. The man was a local; I had known him a long time - James, a man who joined the army years ago and left, but kept the rugged physique. He was an older gentleman, just past the fifty-year mark, though he looked to be in his late thirties at most. Shannon, my girlfriend, seemed to be fixated on him, though I didn't mind, as I was totally trusting of her. I finished my drink and headed to the bathroom.
Worming my way in, the bathroom was packed full, and it took a good five minutes for me to get a turn, after which I hurried back. As I approached I could hear Shannon talking, and then I noticed it was James at the bar with her. She was twirling her hair in her fingers and was clearly infatuated with him. I couldn't blame her; he was a very handsome man. I sat back up and ordered another round just as James left, and I could have sworn I'd seen him wink at her. I inquired as to what they were talking about, though she brushed it off as small talk; I was skeptical but let it go.
A few hours passed and the music began. Shannon and I went up to dance and I was all over her as she ground into me, making me almost painfully erect. I needed a break, and so went to the bar to grab a drink and cool off. After a minute or two I returned; a few girls I know were glancing my way, but I waved them off, as Shannon was there and I truly did love her.
It was at that point I realised she was gone, I assumed to the bathroom. I began to dance with some friends, and a few of the girls made their way over. I lost my sense of time as I danced, a few of the girls' hands wandering and driving me even more wild than before. I was worried Shannon would see, and so stepped away, heading outside for some air. I pulled out my phone, realising I hadn't seen Shannon in a while, but I got no answer. I began to worry slightly, thinking she may be too drunk. A second call and this time I heard her fairly distinct ringtone.
I headed towards it, following it around the side of the pub towards the beer garden. The garden was closed shut, due to the weather. As her ringtone stopped I peered through a hole in the wooden fence, at first not seeing anything. I assumed she had lost her phone, though how? My eye caught something moving, and there was a noise; I moved closer to the noise, peeking my eye through a slit.
My heart stopped. My body froze as I watched. Shannon was in the beer garden after all, though not alone. James was there, his jeans down around his ankles, with my Shannon's hands on his thighs as her ruby red lips wrapped themselves around his, admittedly, frightening cock. I felt a gauntlet of emotions: anger, fear, sadness; but I also couldn't look away, I was transfixed. She was never like this! How? How could she do this?
I watched as Shannon adjusted herself, lifting the bottom of her dress and revealing her bare ass to the world. No panties, as usual. Spittle dripped from her lips onto her legs, then onto the small tuft of blonde pubic hair on her mound. Her hand moved between her legs as she sucked James' cock. I didn't notice my own hand moving to my still hard cock, though I noticed the smeared red lipstick on James' lips and his balls. How long was she gone; was she with James this whole time?
I had so many questions, but before I could think further, James had his hands in her hair, pushing himself into her. She moaned and shuddered, and I just watched as my girlfriend was face fucked by a much older man. James' grunts were loud and guttural, and he had no sense of mercy for poor Shannon. Her makeup ran as she teared up, spit involuntarily dripping from her mouth as her lipstick wore away. I was now tugging myself in my jeans, watching my girl worship this man's cock, when I noticed it, the red lipstick marks on James' ass. She wouldn't...
James pulled his cock from her mouth and turned around. Without a word Shannon leaned forward, spreading his cheeks and with a look of true bliss, licking her way from his balls up to his asshole. Her slurps were both horrifying and arousing, though I couldn't bear the sight. A minute or two later I was on the brink of my own orgasm, precum leaking onto my hand. Shannon was in front of him now, and James seemed to be trying to force his entire cock into her throat, while Shannon tried her best to accommodate. By this stage she had clearly cum a few times, her fingers glistening in the moonlight as she rubbed her clit. James grabbed her hair in two handfuls and pushed. There was an audible pop, or maybe that was my imagination, but he had forced his long, thick cock into my girlfriend's throat, and I could swear she was both crying and smiling.
A low groan later and James unsheathed his cock once more, this time, ropes of cum landing on Shannon's chin as she took it happily. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. James took her phone from the table nearby and snapped a picture at her request. I checked my watch and saw it was ten minutes to midnight. That's when I heard James mention my calls to her. I panicked and ran, but not before I saw Shannon pick up a pair of panties from the ground and hand them to James. Some sort of sick trophy.
I was almost back to the pub when my phone rang, Shannon. I answered, my voice shaky. She happily informed me she hadn't felt well and went to the bathroom and that she would be back in a moment. I acknowledge her lie, I should have called her out, but what would I say? I went to the bar, a man defeated, and ordered two spirits, then a third, for Shannon. I lowered off my drink and watched as James strolled back into the pub and sat down with his friends, the smug bastard.
Shannon made it back just in time for midnight. She looked no different than when she had left, though I knew better. The countdown began and she leaned in for the kiss.
Five. She had just sucked another man's cock. Four. She still smelled of sex. Three. Her lips were slightly smudged. Two. I could feel James' eyes on us. One. Her lips touched mine.
Happy New Year!
I could taste it. The cum - it tasted strong, but her tongue probed my mouth. I imagined her, tonguing James' ass, and I could almost feel him laughing; the memory burned itself in my mind as I tasted James' asshole on Shannon's tongue. I felt degraded and humiliated, but I still leaned into it. I loved her, and she betrayed my trust, but I loved this moment.
Weeks went by and I had almost moved on, then months, then almost a full year. Every time we fucked, or I kissed her, my mind wandered. I was trapped in my own mind, constantly watching Shannon being used by my neighbour! Eventually, it was New Year's Eve once more, and as Shannon prepared herself in the bathroom my mind rolled and turned, and I imagined last year. I took her phone, and after a brief look, I found it. The text chain.
Shannon had been meeting with James all year; sometimes he had even dropped her to my house. One stood out. My birthday. She was late to the party and seemed to be worn out all night. I realised then that she had been with him. Photos were there: her bending over in his car, blowing him. One of her ass, her head out the window of the car as James' cock entered her. Then... a video. It was her outside the car on her knees, taking a load of his cum all over her face. I kept scrolling, a morbid sense of curiosity driving me.
I kept looking and found more. Nudes sent to him, even when she was at my house. Pictures of her with her legs spread, cum dripping from her pussy as she smiled for the camera. The worst of it was the picture dated on her birthday. James' cock was buried deep inside of her from behind, while another strange man was having his cock sucked by my love. It was at that moment her phone beeped, a message from James on another app. I opened it. Another nude of him, this time with a caption. Happy anniversary Shan, looking forward to hitting that ass again. Hope the cuck doesn't mind. I retched; I was a cuck, because even now I was hard reading all this. I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly put the phone back.