Cuckolded by 18 Year Old Girlfriend

This same scenario repeated itself for about an hour. Someone would come over and try their chances, buy her a drink, she'd flirt with them for a while, and after she brushed them off they left. I was probably looking like some weird lonely guy in the corner of the bar, but I didn't care. I had a different agenda than anyone else out tonight. I saw my girl pull her phone out of her bra, and begin texting. My phone beeped: "Moving to Vice now. Follow in 10." I watched as she and her group of five friends exited the club. She stood out walking amongst their modest outfits. A dozen men stared as she left, their eyes following her ass like magnets. I sculled the remainder of my drink, and stood up to leave.

That small, first club was just a warm-up. Vice was one of those huge industrial warehouse-turned-clubs. It was around midnight, and the dance floor was a sea of sweaty bodies. It was dark and muggy inside, and clubbers were bumping and grinding all around me as I stepped past the entry section. There was an upper floor with two different bars, several scattered lounges and private rooms. The music was so bassy and loud that it felt as though my ears were submerged in it. The flashing and pulsing coloured lights added to the surreal feeling. It took me a few minutes of disoriented walking through the crowd to spot my girlfriend. She was dancing with her friends, and they were dancing with a group of guys.

The first thing I noticed about the men was that they were barely men. They looked like they were in their early twenties, and though they were sharply dressed they had a very un-classy air of cockiness about them. When I saw how closely one particular boy was dancing next to my girl, I felt my hand clench into a fist. I watched her and felt my temperature rising with anger as he moved his hand and pressed it against her hip, brought it up to her waist, under her arm and finally, her breast.

She leaned back into him as they moved to the music. I tried half-heartedly to dance so I wouldn't look strange standing there, but I couldn't stop looking at my girlfriend and how she was staring into this young prick's face. I ripped my head away and walked toward the upper floor, determined to get another drink in me and slow my heart rate down a couple of notches.

I'd barely gotten my drink when my phone beeped in my pocket. "He was cute. Should I go home with him?"

"He looks like he's barely hit puberty. No. Come home with me. Right now. That dress needs to come off."

Beep. "I'm drunk and my judgment is impaired. I think I might let him take care of the dress."

"Where are you?"

"Heading back to d-floor. U?"

"Watching."

"Good. Then watch this."

I looked down from the upper level, drink in hand, and locked my eyes onto her through the crowd. It wasn't hard to spot her; she was by far the most attractive thing in this whole club. Not to mention the fact all her bare skin shone in the translucent lights that ran across the floor. She walked back up to the boy she was dancing with before. He eyed her hungrily, a cocky look on his face. She looked him up and down, sussing him out playfully. He said something flirtatious to her, she pulled back and laughed.

Then, in a quick flash, his arms were suddenly out, his hands grabbing at her and pulling her little body against his. His lips melded with hers. I felt a sudden, intense shock of jealousy in my chest. I nearly dropped my glass just from the strength of the emotion. At the same time, as I watched their mouths move together, his hands roaming freely and grabbing her ass, my cock started to grow hard. I needed to fuck her. I felt an urgent desire to go down and get her, throw her over my shoulder, and fuck her in the alleyway outside.

I finished my drink in a hurry and walked as calmly as I could maintain down to the dance floor. My heart was racing, I had to grab her and take her home immediately. This punk didn't deserve to lay a finger on her, let alone touch her and kiss her like that. I searched through the crowd for them; I looked for her sandy blonde hair and those pink shoes. I couldn't see her anywhere.

She was gone.

"Where are you?" I texted her. No answer.

I hung around for a few more minutes, in case she'd come back. I wanted her to say she was pleased by how much she'd teased me tonight, and that she wanted to take advantage of my jealousy and my hunger for her. It didn't happen.

I left the club and found my car. I sat in it and found myself staring at my phone.

"I'm going home. Goodnight," I texted her. No response.

That night I barely slept as I waited for a response from her. At 4:43AM, my phone beeped. It probably took me half a second to pick up my phone. It was a message from her.

It beeped again. She'd sent an audio file.

The message simply said, "I'm home now. Had fun. Listen."

Dazed from my horrible night's sleep, I fumbled around on the touch screen until I tapped the audio file. It began to play, and I closed my eyes, trying to focus all my energy on listening. For about thirty seconds, all I could hear was rustling. I figured her phone must have been in the small bag she'd worn out. I heard a few mumbles, and what sounded like a laugh. This was followed by more rustling, and then a thud. I made out a shuffling noise, and a zipper being undone. From then on, the audio was much clearer to me. I heard the noise of mouths moving together, and a thud. They'd moved to a bed, or a sofa. Then, I heard the sound of clothes being removed and falling to the floor in a heap.

I heard her whimper softly. My heart immediately dropped to my stomach. I felt something similar to being winded, a kick in my chest. My heartbeat picked up and I opened my eyes hesitantly, as even though I knew it was just an audio file, I half-expected to see images accompanying the sound. She probably knew I'd have that reaction, her choice to send me audio just another way of teasing me, knowing that I'd visualise the scene.

With each high gasp or low, deep moan that escaped her lips I longed to see what he was doing to her. Minutes passed and I was growing rock hard, aching to have her here, to be the one to make her whimper helplessly like that. I heard a faint noise of a zip being undone, and pants being pulled down. "The bed?" My girlfriend said, and I heard her feet step closer to where her phone was recording. Her new guy followed her. I heard the snap of elastic and my girlfriend gasping with genuine surprise.

"Jesus Christ, you're huge," she said, taken aback but interested.

"I love that look," Jerk adolescent replied.

"You want me to?" She said coyly, a smile in her voice.

"Fuck yes I do, suck it. I wanna see if you can even fit it in that little mouth of yours."

The next thing I heard was the unmistakable noise of a tight, wet mouth being drawn around a hard cock and then removed.

"Yeah, like that?" She said cheekily, a low, husky tone to her voice. She was extremely horny; I could hear it in each tiny fragment of that question.

"Back in there," he replied, and then there was a low hum of pleasure. I heard the wetness of her mouth as it slid up and down the shaft of his cock. I heard her begin to moan with his cock in her mouth.

"Can't help but touch yourself, huh?" He said jovially. "Want it in you?"

"Mm-hmm!" She moaned in response.

I then heard her stand, only to have the both of them fall to the bed a moment later. There was more shuffling of their bodies, and the sound of the bed frame creaking. Moans broke through between their mouths, accompanied by the sound of his cock thrusting in and out of my girlfriend's tight, wet, young, shaved pussy.

My hand was wrapped around my cock, I found myself absentmindedly tugging and playing with myself. Each stroke of pleasure contrasted with the sickening jealousy that spread through me. The envy and rage I felt only made me hornier. The reality that this wasn't just porn, but it was actually my girl fucking someone she'd just met tonight, stabbed me like a knife. But my cock just ached, my balls churned with the flood of more cum. I felt myself desiring the taste of cum in my mouth. Her mind tricks and training were to blame.

The worst part of listening to the recording was that it proved to me just how far I had submitted to her. I had the choice to stop listening at any time. I had the choice to call my girlfriend and abuse the hell out of her, break up with her, and ruin her life if I wanted to. The point was, I didn't want to. I didn't want to do any of those things. As I listened to this new guy fucking her, I only wanted to be there and watch his huge cock entering her, then sliding out of her as her tight pussy lips gripped his shaft.

Hearing her moans and drunken dirty talk with him wasn't enough; I needed her to ride my face afterward and to scoop the fresh load of cum out of her fucked-raw cunt with my tongue. Each humiliating stroke edged me closer to orgasm as I thought of her being fucked by this other guy. I loved it. I needed more. I craved more.

I listened as she begged him to fuck her harder. "Your cock, oh my god, more, more, more," she said in ever-quickening breaths. I heard her moans become higher-pitched and more frequent until she orgasmed from his cock. The sound of the bed creaked slowly, and then stopped for a moment. They kissed some more, long, lingering kisses. His next words sounded as though he were speaking from her neck.

"Did you just cum from your g-spot?" He asked, shocked but amused.

"Yeah, what, are you not used to that?"

"Yeah, like I know it can happen, but not really..."

"Do you wanna be used to it?"

And then the thrusting began again. I felt as though I were on a rollercoaster, each part of this recording turned me on more, and made me want her more, but made me hurt more at the same time. I couldn't stop listening. The thrusting continued. Her breaths eventually started to hasten again, her moans building to a peak. She came again, and I heard him groan, his thrusts slowing.

After they got up from the bed, all I heard was the sound of clothes being collected from their pile on the floor near the phone, and then silence.

I stared at the luminescent screen before my eyes. I read her message again. "Had fun." I rolled my eyes just out of sheer disbelief at how my girlfriend, so young and innocent a mere few months ago, was now able to get me this wrapped around her finger, cuckold me this hard, make me desire her so much and want to destroy her so badly at the same time. I furiously edged twice more, and couldn't help but moan from the strength of my orgasm.

When I looked down at my hand and wrist, and the thick load that they were coated in, I felt thoroughly humiliated. My girlfriend could very likely have had that douchebag's cum in her that night, she could have been sleeping with his cum soaking up in her pussy, and there I was, the guy she should have come home with - my cum completely wasted and wiped up with a towel.

It was about 5:30AM when I texted her back. "Fuck you. You little slut. I fucking hate you. I am going to destroy you. I am going to tear your pussy apart when I see you next. I hate that I love you. Fuck you. I want you more than I ever have. Goodnight."

I woke up the next morning to nothing in response but a 'tongue poking out face' emoticon, and the words, "How about you put your words to action then? Or will you just end up begging me to fuck him again, but record video this time? Hahaha. See you later."

After that night, cuckolding certainly solidified its place in our relationship. I battled with feelings of hurt afterward for a day or so, wondering if we'd taken it too far. However, after seeing her again when she next came over and brutally fucking her and re-asserting my position as dominant, we both knew that there were no regrets.

During the next few weeks, she saw that guy from the club again twice. The first time, she sent me a photo of him fucking her in the mirror. The second time, she sent me a 2-minute video of them fucking, and the message "Wanna watch?" I found marks on my knuckles after from how I'd absentmindedly bitten down on my fist while watching it. She didn't mention him otherwise, I didn't even know his name, and I didn't want to bring the topic up and sound like I was insecure about it. So I just made sure to fuck her harder than he did.

However, one time when she was in a masochistic mood and tied me up, she grabbed my phone while she stroked my cock with one hand. She'd edged me a few times, and I was getting to the crazy point of horny where I was willing to do anything she asked if she'd let me cum.

"What are you doing?" I asked, nearly breathless. Every second was filled with pleasure as she lightly rubbed the head of my now very swollen and desperate cock.

"Finding... this," she replied, before turning the phone around so I could see the video of her and her new guy fucking. "I like that you didn't delete it."

I didn't respond. As I watched the film, I felt a surge of cum flood into my balls. My heart began to beat harder and faster, I clenched my jaw slightly. My cock was incredibly teased as she continued to stroke it. She turned the phone around every time the video finished and just pressed play again, forcing me to watch.

She giggled. "You're edging so quickly now. Does that turn you on, baby? You like watching me get pounded?"

I could hear the sound of her moans in the video, interspersed with the new guy's groans as he thrust into her and orgasms."You know I do."

"Yeah, moan for me, you know why this feels so good? Because you're a cuckold and you love watching his cock thrust into me, you love seeing his balls smack against my wet pussy."

My balls felt heavy with cum as they bounced against her hand, my cock was so red and hard that I felt a new plateau of horny pleasure.

"You love seeing him fucking blow his load inside me don't you? You just want to get your tongue up in my pussy and lap it all up right after he pulls out. You're so dirty."

I edged again, unable to help it from watching the footage of her pussy dripping with her new guy's cum. I felt my cock beginning to pulse, with euphoria one second away, when suddenly I felt her hand move away and my cock involuntarily twitch. I watched incredulously as my cum spurted from my cock and landed in her hand. I groaned desperately, and felt gutted as she leaned down to my ear and said, "He gets to use my body to cum - you don't."

"What?" I said, shocked by her sternness.

"Yep, that's right. I like to make him cum. You? You just get cleanup duty like a good sub." With this, she poured my semen into my mouth, and I swallowed it with resignment.

"I hope you realise that this whole cuckolding thing? It's not about you. I'm not doing any of this," she said, tapping the phone screen, "for you."

She leaned back and slid her hands over her sexy, smooth skin, fondling her breasts and lightly running over her pussy. "My body," she said, "is too good to be kept all to yourself, right?"

"Of course," I said, feeling kicked in the guts and also craving her, frustratingly still as horny as before but without the ability to do anything about it.

"Exactly, and it's only right that when I crave another guy's cock, I get to have what I want, isn't it?" she said, her angelic smile clashing with her cruel words.

"Absolutely," I said, entranced by her body and her power over me. "You can have fun with anyone you want, you deserve whatever you like."

"That's right baby. Good answer. I might let you cum later."

I'd have turned her over and taken her, and shown her exactly how I could use her body, regardless of her desires, as soon as she untied me... if I could get hard. But instead through ruining my orgasm, she had once again proven just how well she could control and exploit my body. I smacked her on the ass as she left the room, and she poked her tongue out at me in return. I barely hurt when she cuckolded me any more, I just wanted to punish her, take her and watch her get fucked like she was a porn star.

This is exactly why when my birthday rolled around, she made sure that it was a memorable one.

The day had been perfect, and made even better when my girlfriend came over after work and we had a couple of glasses of champagne. She dressed up nicely, did her hair and wore some makeup, even though we both knew her clothes would come off very quickly and her makeup wouldn't stay flawless for long. We started making out in the living room and she was very flirty and coy as she led me to my bedroom, her youthful spark practically bouncing off the walls. We lay on the bed and kissed for a short time before she pulled away.

"I want to do something special for your birthday," she said sweetly.

"Yeah, what's that?" I said, finding it difficult to make my eyes meet hers as she was wearing a ridiculously sexy, lacy black bra.

"Let me tie you up and blindfold you, it's a surprise."

I kissed her again and she then undressed me before she collected the ties. I laid back on my bed which I'd taken care to make nicely, knowing we'd have some great birthday sex on it. She tied my wrists and feet up to the bed as usual, tight and secure. After she was satisfied with her tying efforts, she then pulled out a blindfold I kept in one of the drawers near my bed, and winked at me before putting it over my eyes.

"Can you see anything?" She asked.

"Nope. Pitch black."

"Swear to God?"

"Yep. Nothing."

"Good, now just lay back and enjoy."

I smiled as I felt her begin to kiss my neck, and run her hands over my naked body. Her warm, smooth skin caressed me as she climbed on top of me and dry-humped me slowly. She ground her pussy against my cock gently while she kissed my neck, jaw and mouth hungrily and deeply. She sat up, leaned back and fondled my balls while she rocked on my cock, the smooth satin of her panties teasing me. I was stiff for her, aching to be inside her. I couldn't wait to experience the sensual and erotic sensation of being inside her, and just fully engaging in that feeling, being unable to see.

"Do you want me?"

"You know I do," I said, wishing I were untied so I could caress her tight little body and kiss every inch of her.

"I've got the surprise waiting, I'll be one second," she said, kissing me on the lips once more before getting off me.

"Sure baby," I responded. I was excited; I wondered what she'd got for me. She seemed to be setting things up for a full-body massage, so maybe some oils.

When I heard the door open, I thought she may have gone to get something from her car. Then I remembered that she was half-naked. It was when I heard another set of footsteps that my heart dropped into my stomach.

She opened the bedroom door and said softly, "Yeah, this is him. It's his birthday and he deserves an extra special present this year for being such a good sub. How about a show?"

Before I could protest, I felt her place and secure a gagging device over my mouth. I felt the blood rush from my face. It was only after she pulled off the blindfold, and I watched as she started taking off her new guy's shirt and kissing him, that I felt that same blood start to fill my cock.

I couldn't believe she'd brought him here. I couldn't believe she told him about us, or that he was actually doing this. This seemed like the kind of thing that only happened in porn where everyone involved is paid for it. I felt like I was in a dream, and only after watching them kiss more, watching as she unzipped his jeans and pulled out his large, firm cock, did I really start to believe what was happening.

I watched as my girlfriend had her neck and collarbone, décolletage and breasts kissed. I watched his arms snake around her waist as he made out with her, his hands kneading her waist and hips. They finished undressing and moved to the sofa like they already had done at his place many times before. The fact that he knew her body so well already, and that he knew how to please her made me hurt deeper.