A Weekend Trip with the Girls (Patreon)

"Sorry about this."

That was the first text you received.

"Maybe I shouldn't be sending this, but I feel like you have the right to know."

That was the second text you received.

"Again, I'm really sorry, but this is Sarah...in the video...Sarah and some random fucking guy. I can't believe she did this to you."

That was the third text you received. All three were from Sarah's friend, Melanie, and they were quickly followed by the video she'd alluded to.

You didn't play the video right away. Based on the texts, it was going to feature Sarah doing something with a random guy, something she almost certainly shouldn't have been doing. You didn't want to see that.

Sarah was away with her friends for a weekend bachelorette party. You suspected she'd be doing a little flirting - or that guys would flirt with her since she's a beautiful girl - but you were okay with that. Melanie insinuated that something far worse had happened, though, something that she felt the need to film to show you proof of it.

You took a deep breath. You tapped your phone. The video played.

Melanie's phone was pointed down a darkly-lit alley. There was a dumpster against one wall and two people near the other. One was a guy. The other was a girl. The girl was squatting in front of the guy. He had his hands in her hair and she quite clearly had his cock in her mouth. She was giving a blowjob in a fucking alley outside what was almost certainly a bar or club.

At first, you didn't believe it was Sarah. It was too dark to tell who it was. Then Melanie zoomed in. She zoomed in and it became quite clear that was, in fact, your girlfriend giving a blowjob in an alley. She was cheating on you.

The video ran for thirty seconds and you watched the entire thing. You watched Sarah give a rather vigorous blowjob that involved a great deal of sucking and stroking. You watched as her fingers moved up and down his shaft, as she twisted her hand at the tip of his cock to provide even more pleasure, as his fingers remained entwined in his hair, as he gently moved his cock in and out of her mouth while she worked in a seemingly desperate manner to try and make him cum.

"Who is he?" you asked Melanie.

"I don't know," she texted back. "Just a guy she met at the club. They were dancing really close and doing a little kissing, too. I followed them out of the club. It's just so awful what she did to you."

"Did they fuck?" you asked.

"No," she replied. "It was just a blowjob. It was over quick."

Sarah sucked off a stranger in an alley outside a night club. She didn't even get fucked. She seemingly wasn't in pursuit of an orgasm. She just wanted to blow a guy, to suck his cock, and quite possibly to swallow his cum.

"Thanks for letting me know, Melanie. I appreciate it," you texted back.

"Sorry about this," she replied.

You set your phone down, closed your eyes, and a moment later an image of Sarah sucking cock filled your head. It was after Melanie had zoomed in. You saw your girlfriend's hand moving up and down the guy's spit-soaked shaft. You saw her mouth moving over the head. You saw her sucking cock with the singular intention of making him cum in her mouth.

You picked up your phone. You watched the video again. When it was over, you watched it again. Then you watched it again. And again. And again.

It wasn't until the fourth time through that you noticed you were turned on. Without thinking you reached down and rubbed your dick through your pants as you watched your girlfriend suck a stranger's cock in an alley. By the seventh time through you unzipped your pants and took your dick out. You stroked as you watched her hand and mouth move up and down another man's long, thick, rock hard cock. Arousal spread through your body as you witnessed Sarah's desperation to give him pleasure, to offer him an orgasm in such a tawdry manner.

Then you tossed your phone aside and zipped up your pants. You couldn't be turned on by her cheating. You just couldn't. You weren't that kind of man.

You got up, changed into your workout clothes, and went for a late night jog around the neighborhood. Try as you might, you couldn't flush the images of your girlfriend sucking someone else's cock out of your head. You couldn't quite push away the desire that seemed insistent on making its presence known, either.

After returning home you did push-ups until your arms turned to jelly. Then you followed up with enough sit ups to leave your abs burning. Still you couldn't make the imagery disappear. The video kept playing over and over in your head, and each time you pictured it you felt that same desire.

You took a shower to wash away the sweat and you hoped - foolishly, really - that getting clean would somehow wash away the desire. It didn't, though. Instead, your cock got hard as you pictured Sarah sucking dick in an alley. You imagined the end of the video, the part that Melanie didn't film. You imagined him cumming in her mouth. You heard his grunts and groans as your girlfriend made a stranger unload on her tongue. You imagined her swallowing for him.

You masturbated in the shower as those images filled your head. Pleasure and pain danced through your head and you cursed yourself for finding any measure of thrill in something you should have detested.

You refused to cum, though. You got out of the shower, dried off, and changed into a t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers. You grabbed your phone, locked up the house, and crawled into bed. That's when you saw the missed call from Sarah. It had come in while you were in the shower.

"Hey, baby," she said in the voicemail. "I was just thinking of you. I miss you. Call me if you get this message."

She sounded a little drunk and a little flirty, like she almost always did when she was horny. You told yourself not to call her back, to deliver a punishment of sorts by refusing to get in touch and perhaps making her think that you were angry, though she'd have no idea why you'd be angry.

You were too weak to follow through, though. You called her. You couldn't resist. You were curious. You were horny. You weren't entirely sure what drove you, but you called her.

"Hey, baby," Sarah said in that same flirty tone she'd used in her message.

"Hey," you replied. "How's the bachelorette weekend going?"

"Good," she said. "I miss you, though. I wish you were here."

You felt a little annoyed - after all, she'd just cheated on you - but were you intrigued, too. There was something in her voice, a desperate kind of desire, that lured you in.

"Oh yeah?" you asked. "What would you do if I was there?"

"I can think of a few things," Sarah replied.

You reached between your legs and freed your cock from your boxers. You took it in your hand and stroked slowly. "Yeah? I can think of a few things, too. What's the first one that comes to mind for you, Sarah?"

"Mmm, well, there are so many good options, but I really want to feel you in my pussy, baby," she said. "And I want to be on top. If you were here, I'd have you sit on the couch I'm sitting on right now. I'd straddle you. I'd grind in your lap as you licked and kissed and played with my tits. I'd grind in your lap until you were desperate to be inside me."

"I'm hard right now," you replied. "Hard as a rock." It was true. You'd been hard before she started in on her lusty little fantasy and thanks to her lurid description you were brimming with desire. "Are you wet?" you asked.

She moaned. "I'm soaked."

A few moments later you heard the sound of wetness. It was almost certainly Sarah's fingers moving and out of her pussy. You pictured her sitting on the couch in her hotel room with her legs spread and her fingers inside her.

"Are you playing with your pussy, baby?" you asked.

"Yes," she said. "I'm playing with my tight little pussy and I'm thinking of you."

You were turned on, but you were also confused. Why would she suck someone else's cock and then call and tell you that she was missing you, that she wanted you? Did she feel guilty? Was she just trying to get you off because she kept on cheating that night and fucked a guy too?

"Do you wish I was inside you right now, Sarah?" you asked.

"Yes, baby, I wish you were in my tight little pussy right now," she replied. "I wish I was riding your dick. I wish my tits were bouncing in your face as I took your dick for a ride. I wish you were so deep inside me right now."

You couldn't keep playing along. The dissonance was just too much.

"What did it taste like?" you asked.

The sound of her masturbation stopped. "What?" Sarah replied.

You took a deep breath and paused for a moment. You had to commit. You had to confront her. "His cum, Sarah. What did it taste like when the guy you sucked off came in your mouth?"

She said nothing. You heard nothing. You checked the phone to make sure she hadn't hung up.

Then, finally, Sarah asked, "How...how did you know?"

"Melanie sent me a video of it," you explained. "Of you in an alley with someone else's cock in your mouth." There was no anger in your voice. There certainly should have been, given what your girlfriend had done, but there was no anger in your voice. Instead, there was something else. There was a hint of desire. "Of you stroking and sucking his cock with such...with such desire, Sarah. Melanie sent me a video of you desperately trying to make another man cum in your mouth."

For a few seconds, Sarah said nothing. Then you heard the sound of masturbation again. She moaned while fingering her pussy. Despite knowing that you should be infuriated by the whole situation, you wrapped your fingers around your cock and stroked.

"I didn't know Melanie was watching, or filming," Sarah said. "I didn't know she'd followed me out of the club. I didn't know anyone was watching me suck his cock."

Hearing her say those words. Hearing her utter them with such lust in her voice. It made your dick throb. It made precum pour from the tip. You used it to lube your shaft. You masturbated faster.

"Are you stroking your cock?" she asked.

"Yes," you admitted.

"How many times did you watch the video, baby?" Sarah asked.

"I don't know," you said. "I lost count."

"Mmm, maybe you should watch it again," she suggested. "Maybe you should watch me suck that beautiful cock of his one more time. Maybe you should watch it and stroke that gorgeous cock of yours, baby."

You put her on speakerphone and pulled up the video. "I'm watching it," you said before tapping the screen. The video played. Only this time, it played with the sounds of your girlfriend's moans in the background. It played with the sounds of her wet masturbation filling your ears.

"Is your dick nice and hard, baby?" she asked. "Does watching me suck dick make you hard?"

"Fuck...yes...Sarah...it does," you admitted.

"It turned me on to suck his cock, baby," she said. "I danced with him in the club. I felt his hands all over my body. I kissed him. I felt his tongue in my mouth. I felt him get hard for me, baby. I felt his dick get so hard for me as we danced. I felt it pressing into me. I don't know what came over me. I just had to have him in my mouth. I had to suck his cock. I had to make him cum. I just had to."

"Oh, fuck, Sarah," you said. "So you took him into the alley? Why not the bathroom?"

The sounds of masturbation got louder and faster. "Honestly...because it was dirtier...because it felt so fucking naughty to blow a guy in an alley...because I kind of liked the idea of someone seeing me be so...so slutty, baby."

You released your cock right before cumming. Your balls were tight. Your body was alive with pleasure. Your dick was as hard as it's ever been. You couldn't remember the last time you were so turned on.

"I didn't see the end of the video," you said. "Did he cum in your mouth?"

"He did," Sarah answered.

You took your cock in your hand. "Did you swallow for him, Sarah? Did you swallow his cum?"

She moaned. She moaned loudly. She fingered her pussy with incredible vigor, at least based on the sloppy sounds filling the air as you watched the video again.

"Yes, I swallowed his cum, baby," she answered. "Fuck, I swallowed his cum and it felt so good. It felt so fucking dirty to suck another man's cock and swallow his cum in an alley like that. I was so fucking wet by the time it was over. My pussy was literally dripping. It was running down my leg."

"You can fuck someone if you want," you blurted out.

The sounds of masturbation stopped. "Really?" Sarah asked.

"Yes," you answered. "Just use a condom. But yes, you can fuck someone if you want. As long as you tell me about it, that is. Just...just tell me about it."

She started masturbating again. She moaned. "Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you wouldn't mind me fucking someone else? Are you sure you wouldn't mind your girlfriend bringing another man back to her hotel room, sucking his cock, and giving him my pussy all night long?"

"Oh, fuck!" you cried out. "I wouldn't mind, Sarah."

"Do you want me to do it, baby? Do you want me to fuck someone else?" she asked.

"Yes!"

She moaned long and loud. The sounds of masturbation slowed, like she was trying to extend her pleasure before cumming. "I think you should beg me to do it," she said in a soft, seductive ton. "I think you prove how badly you want me to do it, baby. I think you should beg me to fuck another man. Convince me that you're serious."

"Sarah, please, I want you fuck someone else. I want you to do it tonight, or tomorrow night. I've never been so fucking turned on. My dick has never been so fucking hard. I want you to fuck someone else and then call me. Or fuck, film it. Film it and send me the video after you've let him have his way with your mouth and pussy," you said.

She moaned so beautifully. She moaned like she'd never been so turned on. She moaned like she was on the verge of the same kind of orgasm it felt like you were on the verge of.

"Okay, baby," she said. "I'll give you what you want. I'll bring a guy back to my room. I'll setup my phone to film it. I'll let you watch me suck his dick. I'll let you watch me give him my pussy however he wants it. I'll let you watch as he makes me cum all over his big dick."

Thoughts of your beautiful girlfriend doing those very things filled your head as you had an orgasm unlike any other. It was the first time in your life it felt like your entire body was cumming. From head to toe you felt the pleasure and your cum spurted high into the air, all while you watch a video of Sarah sucking someone else's cock in a darkened alley outside a night club.

Sarah came with you. It sounded like she came just as hard as you, too. The sounds of your heavy breathing - and hers - were all that filled the air for a short while after your orgasms.

"Thank you for that," Sarah finally said.

You chuckled. "No, thank you."

"I love you, baby," she said.

"I love you too, Sarah," you replied.

"So, we just came back to the hotel for a quick refresh before we hit up another club, so I gotta go," Sarah said. "I'll be sure to film whatever fun I get up to before the night is over, though."

In your post-orgasmic state, you were decidedly less certain of your desire for Sarah to fuck another man. You didn't say anything, though, for you told yourself that watching her actually fuck someone was bound to be even more arousing than watching her give a blowjob had been.

"Have fun," you said.

"I will," she replied.

Sarah hung up. You played the video once more. You smiled. Even after your orgasm there was something remarkably hot about watching her give such a passionate blowjob. It was definitely going to be hot as hell to watch her fuck someone else. All you had to do was wait long enough for the video to arrive.