She’d left her phone on the table.
She never ever left her phone out of her sight. If it wasn’t in her face, it would be on her person.
But there it was.
Subscribed
I know it’s wrong. It’s a breach of trust. It’s snooping, it’s spying, and it’s the start of a massive argument if she came out of the bathroom and caught me.
But something wasn’t right lately.
She was distant, disengaged, distracted.
Staying late at work; new underwear; suddenly taking care of her appearance; hair appointments; nail appointments; and so on, where only a few months ago she seemed in a real slump.
There was a needle of mistrust in me ever since I found out what she’d done at the start of our relationship. About the ‘crossover’ with her ex.
I picked it up.
I knew the passcode she used for the streaming apps, the same one she used for all her accounts and
I’d bet money it would be the… it was.
And her phone flicked open.
I immediately went to the message apps. looking for anomalies, names I didn’t know, friends, family, work groups…nothing suspicious.
I opened a social media app and flicked through… nothing unusual.
I started feeling like a prick. What was I doing here?
I was about to lock and return it, but one last thought hit me, and I opened her photos.
Selfies, friends, even a couple of us being goofy. Old ones, though.
I brought up her locked folder, my stomach wrenching in a corruption of excitement, and yep…same code.
The display filled with flesh.
I clicked on one at random.
She was standing in our bathroom topless, with one hand cupping and squeezing both breasts together. Her blonde hair fell down her back, and the angle of the shot showed her big, shapely ass in the large bathroom mirror.
This photo wasn’t taken for me. She’d not sent this to me.
Was it for her own amusement?
Was she posting them online for strangers?
Or were they for someone else?
I flicked to the next one, kneeling in the bedroom mirror, legs wide, showing off black lace panties I’d never seen, pulling down one cup of the matching bra, exposing one small breast, her nipple hard and erect.
The next one, she sat in her hammock chair, tee shirt lifted, showing off her tits, holding the shirt up with her teeth. Her knees were raised and her knickers pulled to one side, opening her pink, wet pussy.
To my horror, my dick was solid, even as my guts churned with the implications of what these photos could mean.
I flicked. The next file was a video.
My heart sank.
The angle was wrong. She was on her knees, looking up at the camera that she wasn’t holding.
My breath was suddenly shallow and ragged.
I pressed the play icon.
“You ready to put this fucking dick in your mouth?”
The voice came from off-camera and instantly made me feel sick.
On the screen, she laughed and nodded eagerly.
She reached out, and the camera shifted to show her unbuckling a pair of jeans.
As a huge cock sprang free, her eyes bulged in delight.
“Oh my god, it’s just the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!” She declared, gripping it and jerking him off.
I paused it. I threw down the phone. I felt sick; my hands were shaking, and I could feel tears prick my eyes.
I knew it. I fucking knew it.
I’d seen enough. There was no doubt now.
My dick was still hard, even as my world fell apart around me.
I couldn’t stop myself. I picked the phone up again and pressed play.
On the screen, her expression changed to one of hunger.
Her mouth opened, and she ran her tongue along the stranger’s big cock. As soon as she reached his tip, she opened wider and enveloped him in her hot slut mouth.
She sucked him expertly. I knew just how her tongue would be delighting him. His free hand wrapped around her head, and he fucked her face unashamedly.
The microphone caught every gag and sloppy noise as my girlfriend degraded herself for some scumbag.
“Do you want this cock inside you, Tammy?
Want to be fucked like a little slut again?”
The voice asked.
“Mmmhmm,” she answered, her voice muffled as she nodded with his dick still in her mouth.
He lifted her by her hair, turned her around, and bent her over what I now recognized as our bed.
He zoomed in, focusing on the view of her pretty pussy, running a finger around her opening.
The camera pointed to the ceiling, but the noises told me he was eating her out.
I scanned forward and played from where the angle changed, and he was sliding his dick around her lips, teasing his imminent penetration.
He pushed himself into her, and I felt my heart shatter, listening to the groan that escaped her as every inch filled her up. A noise I had never heard her make.
Soon the camera was shaking as he pounded her from behind. He pulled her ass cheeks open so we could both see his big cock hammering into her hole. His index finger found her asshole and teased her open.
She wouldn’t like that, I knew from experience.
But the camera found her face looking back over her shoulder, and she was biting her lip and nodding.
“Yeah? In your ass, baby? That what you want?”
“Fuck, yes. Put it in my ass, Daddy.”
Daddy? What the actual fuck? she’d never…
The sickness returned to my stomach, harder than ever, as I watched him pull his glistening cock from her soaked pussy and nudge it into her tightest hole. Her body was on fire; you could see it in her body language as she writhed and accepted him into her…”
“Antony? What are you doing with my phone? What are you watching?”
The voice from the video was now real and in the room as Tammy was standing in the doorway watching me.
I turned the screen to face her.
She watched for a few seconds, turned, and rushed from the room.
Tears ran down my face, and devastation wracked my body, gripping my innards like a coil of wire, squeezing wave after wave of grief from my soul.
But fucking hell, my treacherous cock was still hard.
I chased her up the stairs where she had escaped. I’d heard the slamming of our bedroom door.
I slammed it open again and followed her inside.
“What the fuck? You fucking slag, who is he? How long?”
She had thrown a suitcase onto the bed, and she was about to start filling it with clothes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry; it’s not what you think; it just happened.” She explained inadequately.
“Just happened? Just accidentally fell on a dick?
How could you? Why??”
I wanted to grab her and shake answers out of her.
“It’s just some guy from Tinder. You don’t know him; he’s not from here. Antony, I just wanted to be fucked. I wanted passion!”
Fuck. Was she blaming me?
I was no Johnny Sins, but she’d never even given the smallest hint of unhappiness with our sex life.
“What the fuck are you talking about? When have I ever not given you what you wanted?”
“Don’t do this; it’s not about you; it’s about me; I just wanted to… I needed to feel like… I’m sorry, Ant, I’ll leave.”
I rushed her, heart beating from my chest, rage erupting from my core. Cock is still hard.
“Leave? The fuck you are!” I gripped her shirt in my fists, lifting her onto her toes.
The fear in her wide, tear-filled eyes sent a shot of lust through me. I surprised myself as one hand gripped her under the chin, and I brought my face inches from hers, the snarl of my lips flicking droplets of spit onto her. Thoughts came unbidden into my mind. How I’d like to punish this bitch with my dick.
Suddenly, a wave of shame at what I was doing washed my fury away. I’d lost control, scared the woman I had loved until ten minutes ago.
I released my grip and turned to leave, shame pulling tears from my eyes.
“Where are you going? Ant… I felt your…bulge… Don’t stop.”
She said the last two words in such a quiet voice I could barely believe what I’d heard. I turned.
“You want to punish me? I deserve it; I won’t stop you. Suitcase. If I want to stop you, I’ll ask for my suitcase.”
Was she giving me her safe word? Did I want this?
Fuck, but my emotions were a confused surge. I couldn’t focus on any one way to feel.
But seeing her, tearful, helpless, and ready. I couldn’t stop myself.
“You want to be a little slut? You like being fucked like a little cock hungry cunt?”
I felt the anger return. This time I decided to let it go.
I reached out to her, again grabbing her under the chin, and pushing her back against the wall.
I don’t think I had ever been this hard in my life.
I lifted her up to meet me, and I kissed her hard and aggressively. My other hand gripped between her legs, pushing at her pussy through the thin material of her yoga pants, feeling the heat of her through my fingertips.
“I’m sorry, Ant; I shouldn’t have done it. I was a slut, but please don’t hurt me.”
I paused momentarily. I looked deep into her brown eyes and saw the tiniest of nods on her face.
“I’m going to do whatever the fuck I like; You’re a little slut? Now you’re going to be a little slut for me.”
I took her tee shirt collar in both fists and then ripped hard, tearing the thin cotton easily, tearing open the entire front, and exposing her small, bra-free tits.
She almost screamed, but I shut her up with another rough kiss.
My fingers were back at her crotch and were definitely damp.
I picked her up under her arms, throwing her backward onto the bed, and heard the slats snap free. She crawled away from me on her elbows, but I caught her by her waistband and pulled her back to me, at the same time pulling her leggings down past her knees.
They were around her ankles, tying them together, so I used the leverage to hoist both legs up and held them over her head with one arm, almost folding her in half.
Her ass was in the air, so I laid a hard spank across her cheek.
“That’s what you deserve, you whore,” I told her, laying another spank across her exposed ass.
I don’t know what turned me on more—the noise of the smack or the red handprint if left.
The mound of her pussy behind the fabric of her white thong was irresistible.
I ran my middle finger up the crease of her underwear and found the shape of her clit, eliciting moans from my little slut.
These knickers were old, and the thin strings offered little resistance as I snapped them, pulling the lace hard, and tugging them off her roughly. They left thin red marks across one hip but left her exposed and vulnerable. I gazed at the pink lips that not long ago I had seen split by some arsehole’s cock.
Both hands now pushing her legs back, almost touching the bed behind her head. I planted my face into her pussy, forcing my tongue deep into her.
She was so wet, that my mouth slid around her easily, exploring her completely. My tongue worked from her engorged clit all the way down to her asshole.
She twisted and struggled as I kept up my assault on her pussy, but I was relentless. Her breathing was short and sharp, and her squeals of lust spurred me on to go harder, sucking her clit roughly.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum..Ant I’m…” she squealed.
“No, you’re not,” I said flatly, pulling my mouth away from her.
Her high-pitched groan of frustration was delightful.
I dropped her legs and finished pulling her leggings off.
I looked at her. Her face was red, flushed, and sweating; her chest breathed hard through the remains of her torn tee, and her hips gyrated spasmodically, searching for the release they were denied.
I pulled her ankles, shifting her balance so she slid off the bed.
“Knees,” I commanded.
She scrambled into position, looking up at me through pathetic eyes.
“Open.” Another one-word command.
She obeyed, hesitation in her eyes, and brows creased upwards.
I undid my belt and let my trousers and boxers hit the floor. I pulled my tee shirt off, completing my nakedness.
“Tongue.”
She poked out a wet, pink tongue.
I bounced my cock on it two, three times, then pushed it into her mouth.
Usually, this was a delicious cascade of sensations, but my anger nullified it. This was her punishment; this was about using her, objectifying her as the bitch that fucked another man.
Both of my hands wrapped around her head, and I pushed my hips further, forcing myself into her throat. She pushed away, trying to catch her breath.
“I thought you liked a cock in your mouth. You seemed to love it in that video. Now open your fucking mouth.”
Her mouth opened, but I smacked my dick down onto her cheek a couple of times, enjoying the sound of the slaps. I again pushed my dick into her mouth; this time, prepared, she took my face fucking without complaint.
“That’s right, you take this like the fucking whore you are.”
Her hands had started on my thighs, but now she reached up and covered my abs and chest hungrily.
“Enough,” I decided. Pulling my cock free.
Trails of spit still connected it to her mouth. Her eyes watered, and she fought to catch her breath.
“Why did you do it?” I asked her.
“Because I wanted to. I wanted to be treated like a slut for once.” She answered honestly.
My own breathing was deep and hard. I couldn’t process all of the information flooding into me in the last hour. All I could focus on was taking this slut and breaking her.
I lifted her by the throat.
Nose to nose, I told her, “Then get fucking ready.”
I spun her around and gripped her hair in one hand. I marched her onto the landing.
I pushed her over the low banister. She screamed in fear as I lifted her hips. Her feet were off the ground, and she supported her weight on the balusters, her head looking down into the void of the steps.
“Fuck, Ant! What are you doing?”
In answer, I pushed my cock into her in one long thrust.
The groan she let out was an order of magnitude more intense than the one on the video.
I wasted no time and started pounding my cock into her, every thrust hard retribution for her infidelity.
I reached under her to grab and squeeze her tits roughly, and I felt her pussy tighten around me.
The stream of words from her mouth was nonsense and was soon replaced with the sounds of her orgasm taking hold.
“Whose your fucking daddy now?” I demanded from her, not letting up my thrusts.
Her body shook, and the banister creaked at my hard pounding, her blonde hair waving freely in the open space above the stairs.
“You, oh God, you, you’re my daddy!” She pleaded.
I pulled my glistening, throbbing dick out of her pussy and bounced it on her asshole.
“Yes, Daddy, do it; it’s yours, please!”
I had never done this before, with any partner, and the thought electrified me.
I was a tall man, but she was just too high over the handrail to make it work, so I gripped her hair and pulled her back from over the banister, pushing her down to all fours on the landing carpet.
With my heart in my mouth, I pressed my tip into her, awkwardly finding the soft spot in her resistance.
Her head dropped low as she submitted to me, and I pressed on until I had over half of my cock in her ass. I began slowly rocking, finding the rhythm that would open her to my will.
My head exploded with excitement at this forbidden pleasure, and I knew I wouldn’t last long like this.
“Listen to me,” I began in a serious, forceful voice. “You are mine; your pussy is mine; this ass is mine. I will not tolerate you stepping out of line again.” I continued, punctuating every word with a deep thrust.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy.” she gasped.
My speed increased.
“Fill me, Daddy, make me yours again, please?”
That was all I needed as encouragement, and I let myself go, letting jet after jet of my hot cum loose inside her.
“Oh! Fuck, Yes, Daddy, yes, thank you.” She babbled.
Nothing I’d ever done had felt this good. I’d unlocked a part of myself I hadn’t realized was there.
With this act, had I forgiven her?
I didn’t know, but I knew I’d want to punish her for the transgression again.
And I knew now she’d want me to.
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