I’ve kept this secret from my wife. I haven’t told her about Billy or about what he did to me in college. How he took my girlfriend from me, charmed her away and made me watch.
I’d put many years and many miles between who I was now and who I was then. I had a new life across the country, and I hadn’t seen Billy in years. I thought it could be different now.
But when he comes for a visit it takes him no time at all to resume his dominant ways. What was I supposed to do this time?
I can’t deny that she looks good with him. I can’t deny that she wants him. I can’t deny the thought of them together makes me ache with need.
I can’t believe this is happening all over again.
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I remember thinking it was a joke, something worked out between the two of them and that I would exit the bar ashen-faced only to find them laughing and giggling conspiratorially. They would have played me and that I would have been burning with embarrassment but ultimately gotten over it, my relationship with her would have remained intact.
But each turn showed only an empty hallway. No sign of Allison and no sign of Billy.
My pace gradually increased the farther I got from the bar. Increasing until I was practically running down the halls of our dorm building and up to our room.
And burst in the door to a sight that should not in any way have surprised or shocked me.
Allison riding Billy, both fully naked, both enjoying the company of each other physically.
She was moaning, screaming out for him to fuck her. She was begging for him to be inside of her, to fill her fully and completely and make her come harder than I had ever made her come before. She was telling him just how big he was and just how irresistible he was, and when she saw me standing there in the door there wasn’t a hint of regret in her.
Instead, she confessed to me that she couldn’t resist him. She told me that Billy was just too good, too much of a man for her to resist him. My dear and sweet Allison was his in that moment, his to do with as he willed.
She asked me for forgiveness. She begged me to let her keep fucking him, to let him fill her up because he was just so good that she couldn’t say no.
And to my horror and shame I blushed and fell on my bed, telling her yes. Telling her that I forgave her. Telling her anything she needed to hear to make her happy.