23-12-2018, 11:35 PM
He Fucked My Girl Ch. 09
Every now and then all three of us went out. Part of it was my need to be with Jen. I was seeing less of her (since she was with Ricky a lot), and I missed her. Of course, part of it was my need to see them together. I was so conflicted about this. I guess I gave her mixed signals. She saw both my angst and excitement.
Often we sat in a booth, with Jen between us. Usually, she started out sitting closer to me, but gradually moved closer to him; it wasn't planned or choreographed, that's just the way it happened. Sometimes it might take a drink or two for us to loosen up, but eventually Ricky got her under his spell. It was excruciating watching it happen, seeing the woman I love gradually move closer to another man as they talked and laughed.
She looked so lively and vibrant as they interacted, smiling and looking into his eyes, delighted by everything he said. Being a highly tactile person, she often touched him as they spoke, a light touch on his arm or chest. Sometimes she moved closer to me or brought me into the conversation, but soon she'd been sitting close to him again, her attentions on him. It was all natural, nothing fake. I mean, she didn't act this way to turn me on. That made watching them so exciting and disturbing too.
Sometimes Jen would realize how they were ignoring me. She'd move closer to me and ask "Are you okay honey?"
"Yeah," I'd say my voice hoarse with excitement. She'd give me one of those sly knowing smiles, seeing the excitement on my face. She knew this was gut-wrenching for me, but I'd also told her how jealousy actually fuels my excitement.
One time it was me who met them for dinner (Jen had spent the afternoon with him). I got there a little late. Ricky's arm was around her, and they were talking. As she spoke and looked up into his face, she kind of absent-mindedly played with a button on his shirt. The intimacy of that moment stayed in my head for a long time.
It was an awkward moment when I approached their table. Ricky felt Jen's unease so he reluctantly withdrew his arm. She slid over to me in the booth. But the waiter had already pegged them as the couple and me as the invited guest, so it remained awkward. Eventually she moved closer to Ricky as we loosened up.
Usually after dinner we'd go back to our apartment for sex. I didn't join them in bed. Ricky didn't like me with them and he got pretty aggressive, wanting her all to himself. He wasn't verbally abusive, but whenever Jen tried to include me he'd pull her back and made sure his lips and hands and big muscular body were all over her, leaving no room for me.
I preferred to watch anyway, and Ricky didn't seem to care about that. In fact sometimes when Jen's moans got really intense or after he'd brought her to an earth shattering orgasm, he'd look at me with a smug smile on his face, silently telling me what I already knew, that I couldn't pleasure her like him.
Seeing them fuck never failed to get me incredibly hot. Seeing Ricky on top between her legs pounding the shit out of her was amazing. He was big and muscular, and when he pounded her like that the only thing Jen could do was hold on for dear life.
Even more exciting was when he slow fucked her. That's when he gave her the best orgasms, his long thick cock moving slowing in and out, hitting both her g-spot and clit. They caressed a lot, his hands on her breasts rubbing her nipples, and her hands moving up and down his chest and arms. They kissed a lot as they slow fucked, and they talked, whispering to each other, their lips almost touching.
Jen told me she liked slow fucking the best. When I asked why, she said it felt incredible feeling his long cock sliding forever pushing into her, and then sliding forever again pulling almost out of her. The sensations were even better of course because he was so thick and he knew how to rotate and angle his hips to hit all her pleasure spots. It pained me knowing I could never give Jen that same amount of pleasure.
I met Jen when she was 20, and we were exclusive almost immediately. Before me she'd had a few lovers (she'd lost her virginity at 18), maybe 8 or so, and she'd told me enough that I knew I was one of the smallest. Still, our sex had always been good. I usually made her cum through intercourse and she loved my tongue, I could always get her off that way.
I doubted our sex would ever be as good again. I was in decent shape but nothing like Ricky, I couldn't relentlessly pound her like he could. Worst, my cock was half the length of Ricky's, and not nearly as thick. No way could I long stroke her like him. After fucking Ricky regularly for months, getting spoiled by him, no way would she ever be satisfied by me again.
But it was their intimate touching and kissing and whispering that bothered me the most. Each time they slow fucked like that, Jen got closer to him, she fell more in love with him. Despite how gut wrenching it was, I still watched them, I still got painfully hard, I still jacked off as they fucked. I felt like I deserved to get something out of this train wreck. That's how fucked up everything was, how fucked up I was.
Life wasn't all about her relationship with Ricky. Outside of when she saw him (which was 2 or 3 times a week, with usually sleeping over 1 night with him) we lived our lives as a newlywed couple (I think you're a newlywed until your first anniversary). But Ricky crept up into our normal lives too.
Thankfully our circle of friends didn't overlap too much with Ricky's. But every now and then at a party someone would ask "so how is Ricky?" and Jen would stammer out something like "oh he's okay I guess."
Often their fucking got so rough it left marks on her body. Seeing the marks always excited me. One time at a party, a friend pointed out a hickey behind Jen's ear (we hadn't noticed it). Things suddenly got silent and awkward because I'd been away that entire week for work and the hickey looked a few days old (which it was – Jen had gone out with Ricky on Wednesday). Jen stammered an excuse about hitting her neck on something, but you could tell our friends didn't believe her. I was certain our friends thought Jen and Ricky were having an affair.
Whenever we talked about it, Jen would say "They might suspect something, but they don't know." I remembered she'd said the same thing back in college. It bothered me she was so flippant about it. She didn't seem to care that our friends thought she was cheating on me. I think her infatuation with him clouded her good sense. It was hard for me when our friends gave me looks. It was emasculating knowing they knew my wife opened her legs to another man. But I admit it was exciting too – I guess it pushed another cuckold button inside me.
As their relationship grew, we argued. It was about where "us" ended and "they" began. We argued about stupid things. One time the three of us were going to a party (the host was a mutual friend) and after they were going on a date. I got mad when she wore her hair up and went braless. "You're dressing for him!" I yelled at her.
"Okay, I'm sorry," she said. She said it like she thought I was being foolish. She put a bra on and let her hair down. Knowing she'd hurt my feelings, she stayed by my side during the party, ignoring Ricky. But as the party ended, she went into the bathroom and put her hair up and took off her bra. She made me feel like she was just condescending to me.
Ricky wanted more time with her. We argued about that a lot. What hurt the most was she clearly wanted to spend more time with Ricky too. That's when their dates went from once a week to 2 or 3 times a week. One time during an argument Jen said "I don't know why you're mad, I still spend more time with you than him." Like it was a sacrifice to be with me. She saw the hurt in my eyes and immediately said "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." But it was too late; you can't take something back like that.
Jen knew I was hurting. I mean, she knew me as well as I knew her. I think she would have broken up with Ricky if she could, but she couldn't. That's how attracted (addicted?) she was to him.
To help me deal with her relationship with Ricky, she encouraged me to see other girls. It didn't start out that way. At first she suggested I not stay home when she went out, because she knew it wasn't healthy for me if I sat at home alone fretting about her and Ricky together.
So the next time she went out with Ricky, I went to a sports bar to watch the game. I was there for a couple of hours and the waitress flirted with me. I think she flirted more for a better tip than because she was interested in me, but the next day I mentioned it to Jen. I guess I was hoping she'd get jealous. Instead, she said it was a good idea if I saw other girls, maybe even dated someone I liked.
I forced a smile on my face and said I'd think about it. But that was a really low point for me. I think I died inside, part of me died. I knew she was just trying to help me deal with her growing romance with Ricky. But how committed was she to us and our marriage, if she wanted me to find someone else? Clearly she wanted Ricky, not me, so she wanted me to find someone else to ease her guilt about spending so much time with Ricky.
Jen even set me up on a blind date. Or maybe Ricky did. It was probably him, as a joke. One time she came home from a date, and she was kinda drunk (and full of Ricky's cum). She handed me a telephone number. Giggling, she told me it was Claire's number and Ricky said I should call her. Claire was the young busty brunette Ricky dated before Jen.
I didn't call her. Not that I wasn't attracted to her; she was pretty and sexy. But she was much younger (20 I think) and way out of my league and I didn't need more rejection.
Then one day, out of the blue, Claire called me! I think Ricky put her up to it. So the next time Jen went out with Ricky, I went out with Claire.
We didn't have sex. I think maybe she would have, like a mercy fuck. She even seemed let down when I pushed her away (we didn't even kiss), probably disappointed at being denied a funny joke to tell to Ricky (like how my dick was so small and how I sucked in bed).
But I wasn't interested in her. She was young and beautiful and any guy in his right mind would fuck her in a second. Yet, to me every girl paled compared to Jen. I just wasn't interested in Claire or any other girl.
The ironic thing was, our date wasn't a disaster. We had a fun time, but as friends, not lovers. She was at NYU and studying to be an actress (she had the looks for it), but she was flunking her math class, a prerequisite. I'd always been great at math, so we ended up spending most of our date with me tutoring her in math. I admitted I was worried Ricky would make fun of me to Jen if he knew what really happened on our "date." Claire was cool about it. She told me if Ricky asked she'd tell him we had great sex.
When Jen got home that night, she asked me about my date with Claire. She asked a lot of questions. I think Ricky wanted to know, hoping my date was a disaster so he could belittle me. I think he did that a lot on their dates, putting me down so Jen would think less of me and more of him.
Every now and then all three of us went out. Part of it was my need to be with Jen. I was seeing less of her (since she was with Ricky a lot), and I missed her. Of course, part of it was my need to see them together. I was so conflicted about this. I guess I gave her mixed signals. She saw both my angst and excitement.
Often we sat in a booth, with Jen between us. Usually, she started out sitting closer to me, but gradually moved closer to him; it wasn't planned or choreographed, that's just the way it happened. Sometimes it might take a drink or two for us to loosen up, but eventually Ricky got her under his spell. It was excruciating watching it happen, seeing the woman I love gradually move closer to another man as they talked and laughed.
She looked so lively and vibrant as they interacted, smiling and looking into his eyes, delighted by everything he said. Being a highly tactile person, she often touched him as they spoke, a light touch on his arm or chest. Sometimes she moved closer to me or brought me into the conversation, but soon she'd been sitting close to him again, her attentions on him. It was all natural, nothing fake. I mean, she didn't act this way to turn me on. That made watching them so exciting and disturbing too.
Sometimes Jen would realize how they were ignoring me. She'd move closer to me and ask "Are you okay honey?"
"Yeah," I'd say my voice hoarse with excitement. She'd give me one of those sly knowing smiles, seeing the excitement on my face. She knew this was gut-wrenching for me, but I'd also told her how jealousy actually fuels my excitement.
One time it was me who met them for dinner (Jen had spent the afternoon with him). I got there a little late. Ricky's arm was around her, and they were talking. As she spoke and looked up into his face, she kind of absent-mindedly played with a button on his shirt. The intimacy of that moment stayed in my head for a long time.
It was an awkward moment when I approached their table. Ricky felt Jen's unease so he reluctantly withdrew his arm. She slid over to me in the booth. But the waiter had already pegged them as the couple and me as the invited guest, so it remained awkward. Eventually she moved closer to Ricky as we loosened up.
Usually after dinner we'd go back to our apartment for sex. I didn't join them in bed. Ricky didn't like me with them and he got pretty aggressive, wanting her all to himself. He wasn't verbally abusive, but whenever Jen tried to include me he'd pull her back and made sure his lips and hands and big muscular body were all over her, leaving no room for me.
I preferred to watch anyway, and Ricky didn't seem to care about that. In fact sometimes when Jen's moans got really intense or after he'd brought her to an earth shattering orgasm, he'd look at me with a smug smile on his face, silently telling me what I already knew, that I couldn't pleasure her like him.
Seeing them fuck never failed to get me incredibly hot. Seeing Ricky on top between her legs pounding the shit out of her was amazing. He was big and muscular, and when he pounded her like that the only thing Jen could do was hold on for dear life.
Even more exciting was when he slow fucked her. That's when he gave her the best orgasms, his long thick cock moving slowing in and out, hitting both her g-spot and clit. They caressed a lot, his hands on her breasts rubbing her nipples, and her hands moving up and down his chest and arms. They kissed a lot as they slow fucked, and they talked, whispering to each other, their lips almost touching.
Jen told me she liked slow fucking the best. When I asked why, she said it felt incredible feeling his long cock sliding forever pushing into her, and then sliding forever again pulling almost out of her. The sensations were even better of course because he was so thick and he knew how to rotate and angle his hips to hit all her pleasure spots. It pained me knowing I could never give Jen that same amount of pleasure.
I met Jen when she was 20, and we were exclusive almost immediately. Before me she'd had a few lovers (she'd lost her virginity at 18), maybe 8 or so, and she'd told me enough that I knew I was one of the smallest. Still, our sex had always been good. I usually made her cum through intercourse and she loved my tongue, I could always get her off that way.
I doubted our sex would ever be as good again. I was in decent shape but nothing like Ricky, I couldn't relentlessly pound her like he could. Worst, my cock was half the length of Ricky's, and not nearly as thick. No way could I long stroke her like him. After fucking Ricky regularly for months, getting spoiled by him, no way would she ever be satisfied by me again.
But it was their intimate touching and kissing and whispering that bothered me the most. Each time they slow fucked like that, Jen got closer to him, she fell more in love with him. Despite how gut wrenching it was, I still watched them, I still got painfully hard, I still jacked off as they fucked. I felt like I deserved to get something out of this train wreck. That's how fucked up everything was, how fucked up I was.
Life wasn't all about her relationship with Ricky. Outside of when she saw him (which was 2 or 3 times a week, with usually sleeping over 1 night with him) we lived our lives as a newlywed couple (I think you're a newlywed until your first anniversary). But Ricky crept up into our normal lives too.
Thankfully our circle of friends didn't overlap too much with Ricky's. But every now and then at a party someone would ask "so how is Ricky?" and Jen would stammer out something like "oh he's okay I guess."
Often their fucking got so rough it left marks on her body. Seeing the marks always excited me. One time at a party, a friend pointed out a hickey behind Jen's ear (we hadn't noticed it). Things suddenly got silent and awkward because I'd been away that entire week for work and the hickey looked a few days old (which it was – Jen had gone out with Ricky on Wednesday). Jen stammered an excuse about hitting her neck on something, but you could tell our friends didn't believe her. I was certain our friends thought Jen and Ricky were having an affair.
Whenever we talked about it, Jen would say "They might suspect something, but they don't know." I remembered she'd said the same thing back in college. It bothered me she was so flippant about it. She didn't seem to care that our friends thought she was cheating on me. I think her infatuation with him clouded her good sense. It was hard for me when our friends gave me looks. It was emasculating knowing they knew my wife opened her legs to another man. But I admit it was exciting too – I guess it pushed another cuckold button inside me.
As their relationship grew, we argued. It was about where "us" ended and "they" began. We argued about stupid things. One time the three of us were going to a party (the host was a mutual friend) and after they were going on a date. I got mad when she wore her hair up and went braless. "You're dressing for him!" I yelled at her.
"Okay, I'm sorry," she said. She said it like she thought I was being foolish. She put a bra on and let her hair down. Knowing she'd hurt my feelings, she stayed by my side during the party, ignoring Ricky. But as the party ended, she went into the bathroom and put her hair up and took off her bra. She made me feel like she was just condescending to me.
Ricky wanted more time with her. We argued about that a lot. What hurt the most was she clearly wanted to spend more time with Ricky too. That's when their dates went from once a week to 2 or 3 times a week. One time during an argument Jen said "I don't know why you're mad, I still spend more time with you than him." Like it was a sacrifice to be with me. She saw the hurt in my eyes and immediately said "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." But it was too late; you can't take something back like that.
Jen knew I was hurting. I mean, she knew me as well as I knew her. I think she would have broken up with Ricky if she could, but she couldn't. That's how attracted (addicted?) she was to him.
To help me deal with her relationship with Ricky, she encouraged me to see other girls. It didn't start out that way. At first she suggested I not stay home when she went out, because she knew it wasn't healthy for me if I sat at home alone fretting about her and Ricky together.
So the next time she went out with Ricky, I went to a sports bar to watch the game. I was there for a couple of hours and the waitress flirted with me. I think she flirted more for a better tip than because she was interested in me, but the next day I mentioned it to Jen. I guess I was hoping she'd get jealous. Instead, she said it was a good idea if I saw other girls, maybe even dated someone I liked.
I forced a smile on my face and said I'd think about it. But that was a really low point for me. I think I died inside, part of me died. I knew she was just trying to help me deal with her growing romance with Ricky. But how committed was she to us and our marriage, if she wanted me to find someone else? Clearly she wanted Ricky, not me, so she wanted me to find someone else to ease her guilt about spending so much time with Ricky.
Jen even set me up on a blind date. Or maybe Ricky did. It was probably him, as a joke. One time she came home from a date, and she was kinda drunk (and full of Ricky's cum). She handed me a telephone number. Giggling, she told me it was Claire's number and Ricky said I should call her. Claire was the young busty brunette Ricky dated before Jen.
I didn't call her. Not that I wasn't attracted to her; she was pretty and sexy. But she was much younger (20 I think) and way out of my league and I didn't need more rejection.
Then one day, out of the blue, Claire called me! I think Ricky put her up to it. So the next time Jen went out with Ricky, I went out with Claire.
We didn't have sex. I think maybe she would have, like a mercy fuck. She even seemed let down when I pushed her away (we didn't even kiss), probably disappointed at being denied a funny joke to tell to Ricky (like how my dick was so small and how I sucked in bed).
But I wasn't interested in her. She was young and beautiful and any guy in his right mind would fuck her in a second. Yet, to me every girl paled compared to Jen. I just wasn't interested in Claire or any other girl.
The ironic thing was, our date wasn't a disaster. We had a fun time, but as friends, not lovers. She was at NYU and studying to be an actress (she had the looks for it), but she was flunking her math class, a prerequisite. I'd always been great at math, so we ended up spending most of our date with me tutoring her in math. I admitted I was worried Ricky would make fun of me to Jen if he knew what really happened on our "date." Claire was cool about it. She told me if Ricky asked she'd tell him we had great sex.
When Jen got home that night, she asked me about my date with Claire. She asked a lot of questions. I think Ricky wanted to know, hoping my date was a disaster so he could belittle me. I think he did that a lot on their dates, putting me down so Jen would think less of me and more of him.
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