Written by Angela82

Fact
3 Nov 2016


Hi guys

You probably won't remember me, but I wrote a few stories of my very naughty exploits around 3-4 years ago.

I spent a lot of time going behind Andy, my boyfriend's back. Not something I look back on with pride, but although things were perfect within our relationship, the sexual side of it was seriously lacking.

I was having one night stands and also seeing other guys regularly. In a period of just under three years, I'd slept with, or performed sexual acts with a total of nine men.

Andy worked nights and this had a major effect on our relationship. He was usually too tired to perform, but it also enabled me to go out most weekends and meet other men.

Then last year, he changed jobs and was pretty much a 9-5er. This was a blessing for our relationship as he got his drive back and I didn't feel the need to go out and have sex with other people anymore.

I decided that it was sort of a new chapter in our relationship, so I took the brave step of confessing all to Andy, half-expecting to be dumped in a flash, but he couldn't even raise his voice. He just said he was gutted and needed time to think about everything.

We stayed together, but things were very strained and awkward for the next three weeks, so I kept a very low profile.

Then we finally had a chat and he reckoned we should get married, sooner rather than later. I wasn't sure what his motives were, but I assured him that my cheating ways were in the past and I'd stay faithful no matter what. But he insisted, so we set a date for 6 months later.

On New Years Eve, Andy and I were at a party. All night, I noticed he didn't take his eyes off me, like he was watching me any time a guy came within a meter's distance from me.

On the way home in the taxi, I could tell Andy was wanting sex as soon as we got in the house and I was right. He pushed me against the wall before we even got to the front door. He kissed me hard and deep and said he wanted to fuck me right there in the driveway. I refused and told him to come inside instead.

I pushed him down on to the sofa, kicked off my heels and knelt before him. I began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his flies all the the while maintaining eye-contact. I pulled at his boxers and slid them all the way down to his ankles.

I kissed him firmly on his lips as my hand grasped his rock-hard cock and pulled his foreskin all the way back before I lowered my head and took him in my mouth.

After a minute or so of sucking my man, he said something about condoms. I lifted my head up and asked him what he said. He pushed my head back down and repeated "Condoms... did you use them?". I asked him again what he was on about , in which he replied "All those guys you fucked... did you use them?". I got up and explained that it wasn't the best time to start talking about all that and could he either save the questions for a later date. He repeated once more "I need to know if you used them", so I said "Not always no".

With that response, he pulled his cock just the once and came instantly.

I was a little confused and freaked as he was shuddering and unloading his cum all over the sofa, but left him to it.

Neither of us mentioned that night again, but the week later, we went to bed early as both of us were feeling amorous.

Again, he began mumbling about those other guys and how they came in me. I stopped him and told him straight that it was freaking me out that he kept talking about it during sex, but he claimed that he hated thinking about it, but when he was horny, he liked thinking about me and someone else and the fact that I had let other men ejaculate inside me and my mouth.

I knew then that it was the start of trouble.

For the next few times, I humoured him and told him everything that he asked. Even if it did mean I missed out on an orgasm because he instantly shot his load every time I told him where a guy had cum.

So, I decided he could pleasure me before he proceeded with his usual sexual interviews.

I even started to receive texts whilst I was at work, or if he was at work, asking me questions like "When you had sex in that alley, did you keep your knickers on after?" and then the conversation would end as soon as I replied "Yes!".

I finally accepted that he had developed a weird fetish, which of course was brought on by none other than yours truly.

The next curveball Andy decided to throw me will be in my next story, coming very soon...

Love Angela xxx


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