She Turns The Surprise Around - Part 1 free porn video

Finally, Friday. It was the end of another tough week. My asshole boss had piled even more pressure on my already overstretched department. Totally exhausted, I stood up on the bus just as it was approaching my stop. Walking down the bus, I reflected on what may have been the most stressful week of my life. Between work and last night's argument with girlfriend Lana, my head had been a total mess all day. 

She had been weighing on my mind all day. I did have to admit to myself, I knew where she was coming from, and why she was so angry. Last night I had just come home from another late night at the office when she had exploded at me, complaining that I didn't pay her enough attention and that I was never around. 

I just wished that she would understand it wasn’t my fault. I wanted more than anything to give her the attention she deserved, as Lana was the most incredible woman I had ever known. 

We were both twenty-seven years old and had just moved in together for the first time. We had been dating for over three years and decided that we were now ready to live together. We had rented a small apartment about equal distance from where we worked, and only about five minutes from the beach.

Unfortunately, just at the same time as we were due to move, I had been asked to take on some additional work at the office. I had been angling for a promotion for some time now. After almost begging for the last year, I had finally been given an opportunity to work directly with my boss on a big project. I knew this was my chance to impress and I didn’t want to mess it up.  

For this reason, I had been working longer hours than ever. Therefore, I had not been around much to help Lana move or unpack any of our stuff. The truth was, it was really unfair to her. I wished that I had more time to help, but with my new workload, I had hardly been around at all. 

Thankfully, it would soon be worth all of the hard work and sacrifice. The project was almost finished, and everything had gone as smoothly as it could have. I knew my boss was impressed because he had told me so; even better, he had all but promised my promotion.

To celebrate, I had come up with an idea to try and make it up to Lana, and begin to repair the damage to our relationship. I wanted to surprise her when she got home from work. Earlier today, I sent her a text message to tell her I would be working late again. I knew she was mad when she didn’t reply to me, but this was all part of my plan.  

The plan was to let her believe that I was working late again until she got home from work, where she would find me already there with a special treat waiting for her. I had called into the florist close to my office and picked up a bunch of Lana’s favorite flowers. I had also stopped and picked up some nice steaks and a bottle of wine.

I knew she would really enjoy being treated to a nice evening like this. It was going to be the first night in weeks that we had a chance to just sit and relax together. I was also hoping if she was in a good mood; she may even want to fool around a little. With the stress of the move and my workload, we hadn't had sex in almost a week, which was a long time for us. 

As I got off the bus near to our new apartment, I was starting to get excited to see how my surprise would go. It was five pm and I knew that Lana would be home just after six, which gave me about an hour to get everything ready. I took the stairs up to the third floor of our building and let myself into the apartment.

I stopped for a moment, just on the threshold, making sure Lana wasn't already home. There was silence; I smiled as I stepped in and closed the door behind me, locking it again. I turned and looked around. It was still a complete mess, with unopened boxes and clothes scattered everywhere. 

Tomorrow was Saturday, and I finally had a day off. I would be home all day and could help her tidy away some of our stuff. I was confident that between the two of us we would be able to make good progress with packing away all of our things. How is it you never realise how much stuff you have until you try to pack it all into boxes?  

I walked through the living room towards the kitchen, trying hard not to knock over any of the boxes piled up everywhere. Lana is kind of messy at the best of times. So considering we had just moved in, it was no surprise to me that her stuff was scattered all over the room. There was a couple of days' worth of her dirty work uniforms in a pile on the ground waiting to be washed, last night's take-away boxes piled on the fireplace, and a coat that had been thrown over the TV.

As I passed the coffee table, I noticed some more of her clothes lying in a heap. These clothes had not been here this morning when I had left for work. There were a pair of leggings, a white tee-shirt, a sports bra, and a tiny pink thong. Since it was Friday, Lana must have had her personal training session this morning at the gym.

Lana had been training for over six months now, with her personal trainer Franklin. I hadn’t believed it was possible for her to improve, but after just a few weeks she had never looked better. Together they had managed to finesse her already incredible body into a true work of art. I had never met Franklin, but I was very grateful to him for the masterpiece that was Lana's body.

After getting back from the gym, Lana must have just stripped off here in the living room before getting dressed for work. It was the hot pink thong that really drew my attention. I had a secret fetish for sniffing Lana’s panties. She had absolutely no idea about this kink of mine. I had a stolen collection of at least twenty pairs of her panties hidden in my office desk drawer at work. I loved to sniff them throughout the day to remind myself of her smell, which was intoxicating.

I hooked my finger into the cotton material and picked up the thong from the coffee table. I brought it to my nose and took a deep inward breath. The smell was like heaven, her worn panties always smelled so good. She must have been really sweaty when she was wearing these, as there was a white gooey stain on the crotch part of the panties right where her vagina would have been. It was almost as if she had been sexually wet and cum right in her panties, maybe thinking about me? I hoped.

I sniffed the panties for another few moments and even pressed my tongue against the gooey patch to taste it. It tasted like a mix of her pussy juice and sweat, a taste I knew well. I then stuffed them into my pocket, another one to add to the collection. 

Honestly, I was amazed she hadn't noticed them going missing over the years. But then again, she is sort of messy and disorganised. She also had a huge amount of sexy underwear, thongs, g-strings, bras, teddies, stockings, and many more. I love to buy her sexy underwear because she looked so good in them. Lana also enjoyed wearing the sexy garments; she said it gave her confidence knowing how good she looked in them. Lana's underwear collection was worth as much as a small second-hand car, so she never had a shortage. 

I continued into the kitchen where I put the steaks into the fridge looking to make sure we had everything else we needed for our dinner. Before I started cooking, I wanted to get a quick shower. I walked back out into the living room and down the hall to our bedroom. I turned on the lights and to my surprise, our room was actually pretty tidy. It seemed that she had begun to tidy and decorate this room first. 

On the wall, just by the door, there was a picture of the two of us at a beach in Croatia. Pausing to look at it, I marveled at how good Lana looked in her bikini; her perky boobs and big butt were unmissable. Lana stood 5'2", with long blonde hair that hung most of the way down her back. She had flawless smooth skin, a flat stomach, and athletic legs. 

Lana really was the whole package; she was beautiful, intelligent and she was a really sweet person too. She always made me feel so lucky to have her. She got along well with all of my friends, some of whom I knew had crushes on her but would never admit it. All of my family loved her too. Every time I spoke to them they were always asking how she was or inviting both of us to dinner.

Although what none of them knew was that she had a wild side. She was the most sexual person I had ever known and loved to be dominant in the bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, wherever she wanted frankly. She loved having me tied up and at her mercy. We loved to have kinky sex, in situations where I was her slave and she was my mistress. I had to worship every inch of her including her sweaty feet and butt hole.

I was only ever happy to satisfy her, giving her exactly what she wanted, where ever, and whenever she wanted it. She could also be very generous in the bedroom, giving incredible blowjobs, and trying to please me as much as I did her. The sex was out of this world and she always wanted to try new positions and even experiment with toys. Unlike most couples we know, we never had a problem with boring stale sex.

We even watched porn together sometimes. Lana enjoyed movies with erotic storylines such as: Wife catching her husband cheating and punishing him by fucking someone else. She especially loved porn with huge cocks. She always got so wet watching a huge cock stretching a tight pussy and then filling it with cum. 

Lately, she had taken to watching BBC porn. In fact, twice this week I had arrived home late from work to find her in bed watching some petite white girl being fucked super hard by a black guy with a baseball bat for a cock. I didn't mind her watching porn without me as I often did it too. I knew it was just a way of satisfying her high sex drive when I wasn't around.

In the times when we had sex after watching porn. Lana would want to role play, pretending to be the innocent girlfriend or housewife. I would be the workman or gardener for whom she had a secret lust. She would get really into the role, dirty talking, calling me by other names, and begging me to fuck her tight holes.

I was really hoping that we would be able to have some great sex tonight after dinner and a movie. The week before we moved we had bought some new bondage restraints and had not yet had an opportunity to use them. 

I got to my knees and looked under the bed for our sex toy case; sliding it out, I opened it and found the box I was looking for. I removed it and set it on the bed beside the flowers and wine, hoping tonight would be the night.

Looking around searching for a clean towel, I walked back out into the hall and found a clean pile of towels under a box of dishes. Walking back into the bedroom I closed the door behind me. There was a loud snapping noise from behind me. I spun around and saw the inside door handle laying on the floor at my foot, my heart sank.

When we had viewed the apartment the previous tenant had warned us that some of the door locks were faulty and could get stuck on one side. I picked up the handle and tried to put it back on but the metal had sheered completely off the mechanism. The previous owner had told us about a time she got stuck and had to call someone to come and let her out from the other side. 

I knew it wouldn’t be long before Lana was home, so she would be able to let me out soon. It would ruin the surprise slightly but she would still know I meant well. I walked into the en-suite and took a nice long shower, thinking about all of the things I hoped to do with her later.

I took a little longer than normal in the shower enjoying the feeling of the hot, relaxing water when I finally got out and started to dry myself. I realised I had no clean clothes in this room yet. Oh well, I guess finding me naked will just have to be part of the surprise for Lana. I finished drying myself and layback on the bed to wait for her to arrive and release me.  

I took this opportunity to kick back and relax. Taking out my phone and seeing I had no work emails requiring an answer, I switched over to my photo reel where I knew I had a few of Lana’s incredible nudes. Looking at her truly beautiful body I immediately began to get hard.  

I was looking at one of my favorites; a photo she sent me a couple of weeks ago when we were both at work. The photo was of her completely naked and sitting in her private office with her legs spread wide up on her desk and a small bullet vibrator pressed against her clit. Even in the photo, I could see how wet she was. She had clearly been masturbating for some time as there was a wet patch on the seat below her ass.

The idea of her naughtily masturbating at work completely naked where anyone could just walk in and catch her always got my heart racing. This wasn’t the first time Lana had played with public nudity. In fact, it was one of her biggest turn-ons. She admitted that she really got off on the idea of someone catching her, or that there might be someone watching her doing something she shouldn't.

When we went on holiday she would wear the smallest bikinis she could find. They could barely contain her large firm breasts and the thin string of the bottoms would ride up between her beautiful ass cheeks. She would get looks from everyone that passed, both men and women. The attention she got always made me feel super lucky that she was mine.

I knew every guy she met wanted her, who wouldn't? It gave me a tremendous amount of confidence that she could have any guy she wanted but she had chosen me. I wasn't a bad-looking guy, but it was no stretch to say that I was punching well above my weight when I had snagged Lana.

It wasn't uncommon when we went out to a bar or restaurants that if I was to leave her to use the bathroom, I would return to find a guy hitting on her. She was too nice to flatly turn them down. So she often had to wait for me to rescue her. Sometimes I stood back for a few minutes just to see what she would do. 

The guys that hit on her would buy her drinks and put their arms around her. She would smile kindly and play along knowing I would put a stop to it long before anything too serious happened. It gave me a weird sense of power to know I could stop it whenever I wanted. Sometimes when I had drunk a little too much, I would let things go a little further.

Several times, I had watched guys pull Lana over into a private area in the bar where they would try to make a move on her. They would hold her tight to them, and their hands would wander moving up and down her legs and resting high on her thighs. I would stand a little out of the way watching. I didn't know why I enjoyed watching this. It was like a fun game of chicken to see how far I would let it go before stopping it.

A few other times, I would have been away getting us drinks, and when I returned Lana was not where I had left her. It was a real adrenalin rush to not know where she was. I would have to walk around the club looking for her. The longer it took to find her, the faster my heart would race.

Normally, I was able to find her pretty fast. I would make my way over to where she would be dancing with some guy. He would have his hands all over her and by trying to grind into her. I would catch her eye and then try to pull her away for myself. She would normally be very turned on. She said it was because she thought it was very hot for me to show my alpha male side like this.

There was something about it that turned me on too, and I didn't fully understand it. Why would I enjoy watching my Girlfriend dancing with another man? Watching him trying to get his hands under her dress or grind his probably hard cock against her ass through his trousers. Maybe it was a primal rush of reclaiming what was mine, who knows?

I had now been looking at the nude photos of Lana on my phone for several minutes, and I was getting harder and harder. Lana loved to tease me by sending me nudes when we weren’t together. I had an entire album on my phone dedicated to photos of her, she was like my own personal pornstar.

I had to stop or else I was just going to end up cumming, and then I would just have to shower all over again. I sat up in bed, looking at my watch I saw that it was five minutes to six. I started to listen carefully for a sign that Lana was in the apartment. I waited for another fifteen minutes before I started to wonder where she was. I picked up my phone and sent her a message asking where she was. I continued to wait but no reply came. I sent another message, but still no reply.

Looking at my phone, I realised I was on five percent battery. I looked around for my charger but it wasn’t there. It must be out in the living room. ‘Shit!’, I thought to myself as I set my phone down, so as not to be tempted to use it and waste what was left off my battery. I lay back on the bed wondering where she had gotten to.

I lay there for what felt like an hour before my tiredness got the better of me and I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke I felt extremely groggy. At first, I was not sure what had woken me, then my phone buzzed again. I reached over and saw that I had two new messages from Lana. I then realised that I had been asleep for hours, and now it was now almost ten pm. Quickly, I opened the messages and read the first. 

I'm going out with Rachel and some friends. Why don’t you just stay at your mum and dad’s place tonight? I want the apartment to myself when I get home. We will talk tomorrow.

"Fuck," I said, out loud, as I scrolled down the read the second message.

Maybe... it’s time for me to find a man that really appreciates me.

Below this was a picture that had obviously been taken on her phone. The picture was of her, some of her co-workers, and some black guys I've never seen before sitting next to them. Lana looked a little drunk. She was smiling at the camera, and one of the guys had his arm around her.  

My heart gave a jolt. Who the fuck was this guy sitting with his arm around my girlfriend? I just stared at the screen for a moment before typing a message, "Call me now, please!"

My hands were shaking slightly as I waited for her reply. I continued to look at the photo trying to take in every detail. Lana was wearing a low-cut white dress that I had never seen before. The dress really emphasised the perfection of her two large breasts. Each breast was parted and the middle of her chest was visible in the gap between. Her Skin was shimmering in the light. I wasn't sure if this was some make-up she was wearing on a thin film of sweat covering her globes. It was clear to see she wasn’t wearing a bra or even nipple covers, as there were two hard limps pressing against the light material.

The phone buzzed in my hand. This time the photo was darker and details were hard to make out. It looked like it had been taken from the side of the dance floor showing two people dancing amongst others. As I looked closer I could see it was Lana dancing with one of the black guys from the earlier photo. He had his arms around her waist pulling her close as they were clearly grinding together.

The message along with the photo said: Sorry, Lana’s, a little busy at the moment

My blood was now boiling, and my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was obviously one of her friends thinking they were really funny texting me this to punish me for neglecting her. I hit the call button and lifted the phone to my ear. It began to ring, it rang and rang but no answer. I tried again and finally, it connected. I could hear loud music, along with the loud talking of a lot of people. I tried to hear who had answered, but just then the line just went dead.

I took my phone away from my ear and the screen was black meaning the battery had died. With no way to charge my phone, I had no way to tell her what had happened. I couldn't tell her what my surprise was to be and that I had only meant to have some fun with a little prank before dinner and sex.

My heart started to beat a little faster as I wondered what she could be doing now. She wouldn’t cheat on me, would she? I mean, I know she was mad but she wouldn't do that surely. I thought back to the times in the clubs and bars when she had danced with other men. I had always been there to stop it before anything went too far. What would happen now that I wasn't there to save her?

I began to pray for her just to come home, to find me, and let me explain everything. I got up and walked over to the door and tried my best to pry it open but there was no way I was going to be able to. Getting angry, I kicked it hard, but all I achieved was too badly hurt my big toe.

I threw myself back down on the bed, and I lay there fuming for what felt like an eternity. I was unable to fall asleep worrying about what may be happening at the club. My mind raced with horrible images of her kissing other men, grinding with them, their hands all over her. I wanted to have faith she would be faithful, but just how angry was she?

Finally, hours later I heard the sound of keys in the front door. As I sat up in bed I thought my prayers had been answered. She was home, I would be able to explain and sort this whole mess out. 

My heart leaped as I heard her saying something. I hoped it was her calling out to see if I was in the apartment.

To my massive shock and disappointment, I could hear a second voice coming from down the hall. This time I didn’t recognise who was speaking. The voice was deep, definitely a man. My heart began to beat very fast again. Their voices became more clear as they moved into the apartment.

"Thanks for making sure I got home safely. My boyfriend would have been so mad if I had tried to walk home alone this late at night. He worries a lot,” said Lana, in a slightly slurred voice.

I gave a very small sigh of relief. This must have just been a good guy making sure a woman got home safe after a night out. That's what I hoped anyway. I strained my ears to make out what else they were saying to each other.

I could hear Lana laughing at something the guy had said. After a minute, someone had put on some music. The volume was turned up and it became more difficult to make out the sounds of talking and movement. I continued to listen at the door wanting to know what was happening just down the hallway.

I wasn’t sure why I didn’t just bang on the door and announce I was there. Maybe it was the fact that I was still completely naked and maybe I wanted to prove to myself that Lana was loyal. Or maybe was it the same strange urge I had to play chicken when we were out at the club, to see just how far things would go.

The music continued as I stood by the door straining my ears for the slightest sound. Once in a while, I heard the sound of a low murmur of voices saying things I couldn't make out. I just stood there with my ear pressed against the door listening hard. After about thirty minutes, I heard Lana’s voice speak loud enough for me to make out what she said.

“We shouldn't be doing this. I have a boyfriend,” said Lana, with a small crack in her voice.

What were they doing that would cause her to say that? What was she doing with him? Again, all I could hear was the music. I lifted my arm to bang on the door. I wanted to let them know I was there, but just then the music died away. I paused listening again and I could make out a wet sound that sounded like someone kissing or worse? To my horror, a moment later my suspicion was confirmed.

“Ohh, that feels good. Ohh my, OHH!” Lana said, sounding out of breath.

I was really freaking out now. My girlfriend was kissing another man or maybe worse in the next room and I felt as if there was nothing I could do about it. Was it my imagination, was that the sound of a zipper? I strained my ears listening as another couple of silent minutes passed.

Again, I was asking myself why I didn’t intervene. I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to interrupt. I just listened for what would come next. I felt like some kind of sick peeping tom.

“Ohh god, your tongue feels good. Ohh god, you lick me good. Right there, yes just like that right on my clit,” she said, gasping for breath.

With a jolt, I came to the realisation he was going down on her. What an asshole, what a bitch. I couldn’t move, I could barely think. I was praying this is all a bad dream. I tried once again to bring myself to bang on the door but I was still frozen. I was suddenly aware of my cock. It was hard, why the fuck was it hard?

There was no way I was getting turned on by this, was there? I didn’t want to admit it to myself but I knew I was. My erection was sticking straight out from my waist. Looking down I could see a glob of pre-cum already leaking out the tip. My head was spinning, what was happening? How had I found myself in this situation?

Lana’s moans were gradually getting louder and louder. I could hear the sound of her moving violently on the sofa as he was clearly bringing her to an unmistakable orgasm. There was a slurping sound that I guessed was him sucking on her flowing juices. She was not using words to describe her pleasure only loud moans, shouts, and screams.

What? It had only been about five minutes. I couldn’t understand how he had been able to make her cum so fast and so hard, I can never make her come that fast. The sound of her orgasm slowly died away and I could hear her trying to catch a breath.

“Ohh, my God! that was incredible,” she said, breathing very heavily, “Now, let me return the favor,” 

I heard her moving off the sofa and the clacking of high heels on the hardwood floor. My heart gave another jolt, and this time I felt my cock do the same. I still didn’t understand why this was getting me so aroused. Somewhere in some fucked up part of my brain, a part of me I hadn’t known existed, was loving it.

“Holy shit, that’s fucking huge. I’ve never had a big black cock like this before,” said Lana, in a soft voice, I was just able to make out.

I realised that this must be one of the guys from the photo, probably even the guy that was dancing with her. My mind raced again with images of them dancing and grinding together. Once again stood there in silence for another few minutes. After a while, I could just make out a sound that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. 

A wet gagging noise was making its way to my ears. It was the sound of my beautiful, loving girlfriend slurping on his dick with her mouth. 

"Ohh, babe. That feels good, keep going,” he said, in a deep voice. Causing my heart to pick up a few extra beats per minute.

However, it was her reply that really sent it racing. “Wait, I want to feel it inside me. I don't have a condom, so don't cum in me, okay?”

I was suddenly angry again. I always have to wear a condom with her because she is not on birth control and we haven't planned to have kids yet. Despite her womb being completely unprotected, she's going to let a stranger fuck her without a condom. I could hear the sound of movement as they were getting into some position. In my mind, I pictured her on all fours on the sofa with him behind her.

I looked over my shoulder to my bedside locker where I knew we had several boxes of condoms. Why hadn't she just come to get one? Why was she taking such a big risk?

Lana gave a low, long, loud moan. I guessed he had just pressed his cock against her opening. I could picture the scene in my head. The bulbous head of his cock lined up with her opening, dripping wet and swollen red with sexual arousal. 

“Ohh yeah. It’s so big, slowly my pussy isn’t used to a cock this big. Ohh God, go slowly. Yeah, that feels so good,” moaned Lana, in a deep sexy voice, that made my heart skip a beat.

She sounded as if she is already on the verge of cumming again. I was aware of my cock getting even harder. As without conscious thought brought my hand down and began to slowly stroke it. I had no idea what was happening to me, why I was so turned on? But it was impossible to deny my arousal was out-weighing my anger, and that scared me.

“Ohh, baby. Your pussy is so tight. Your boyfriend must have a pencil for a dick,” said the deep voice, sounding a little out of breath.

I felt myself blushing red as warmth filled my face. I didn’t have a very small cock it just must not be able to compare with his whatever size he was. My mind was racing with images of them. I was visualising him pushing his big cock inside her and her pussy stretching around it.

“Okay, just a few more strokes, but you can't come inside me. Ohh, wow, please, just a few more,” said Lana, sounding more and more exhausted.

Lana was breathing heavily as they fucked. I wished I could see him sliding in and out of her as strands of her pussy juice clung to his balls. Balls I could picture slapping hard against her ass.

“Ohh, just a few more. Don't cum, you can't cum in me. Oh, please, yes!” Lana said, beginning to scream out loudly.

I heard a loud slapping noise. I guessed he had just spanked her ass. Lana screamed out loud and there was another slapping noise.

"Ohh yea. Spank me again, baby,” she said, In a deep primal moan.

The sound of another series of spanks rang out. She continued to make whimpers and moans as he spanked her hard. 

“Ohh, this feels so good. Okay, remember, you can't cum, you can't cum! Keep going, keep going. Oh, this feels so good,” said Lana, sounding so excited and horny.

I could imagine the look on her face, tongue on her lips, eyes closed in ecstasy.

“I'm about to-” he began to say, but Lana, cut him off.

“I know, just a few more. Oh god, I'm about to cum on your cock again. I want to cum just hold it in. Keep fucking me," she said, sounding desperate.

“I'm about to, I have to,” he shouted. 

But Lana continued begging for his cock, “Oh god, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming on your black cock”

In all the time we've been together she never comes twice on my dick in the same fuck. The sound of skin slapping together got louder and louder.

Lana began to scream in orgasm again, “Fuck me yess, that’s so good, fuck yessssss!”

“I’m cumming!”

This time, it was his deeper voice that announced orgasm. 

There was a mixed sound of his grunts and her screams then they died away to the sound of heavy breathing. It was several tense moments before Lana's voice broke the silence.

“Did, did you cum?” she asked sounding terrified.

“Oh girl, I came deep inside you,” he replied.

“Oh shit, what the fuck!” she screamed, obviously startled and coming back to reality. “Ohh shit, you can’t have cum in me. I have a boyfriend, and I’m not on birth control. Where is my towel, where the fuck is my towel? God damn.”

I could hear her heels scrambling on the floor, and the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. 

“Your cum is running down my legs," she said, from right outside the door.

I stepped back just in time, the door burst open, Lana came rushing into the room. I saw her eyes go wide as she looked right at me, her mouth dropped in shock, and she let out a high-pitched scream.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, from the living room.

I was in total shock. The reality of what had just happened sinking in. I was unable to say anything. Amazingly Lana managed to compose herself at light speed.

“Nothing, I just scared myself with the reflection, that's all. It'll be out in a few minutes,” she said, calling back to him.

She closed the door behind her. She just continued to stare at me. I was painfully aware of how strange it must look me standing here with my rock-hard cock in my hand.

“Have you been in here the whole time?” she asked, staring straight into my eyes.

My mouth was very dry. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I did not dare to speak. My legs were shaking slightly. I was desperately trying to think of a rational reason for being here like this. Unfortunately with my brain already so frazzled, nothing came to mind. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, looking furious. 

I knew I had to say something, anything. I opened my mouth but no words came out.

Lana pressed me again. Speaking louder this time, “I asked what the fuck are you doing?”

Finally, I managed to blurt out a complete sentence, “What do you mean, what the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, trying to return her intensity and I pressed her further, “Why the fuck did you just fuck that guy?”

Lana didn't answer. She looked away from my face, seemingly unable to hold eye contact with me. 

Again I asked, “Why did you fuck someone?”

Lana was turning white as a sheet. She was now looking down at her feet. I too looked down taking in her completely naked body, her sweaty boobs heaving. She was still breathing heavily. I couldn’t help my cock from twitching slightly as I traced my eyes lower and saw something that made my heart jolt again.

As I looked at the thigh gap between her legs, I could see a thick white stream of cum dribbling all the way down her leg and was running over her foot. I traced my eyes back up the length of her legs and took in the view of her pussy. A little red and swollen from taking such a hard pounding. Her little bush, a few shades darker compared to the hair on her head. It was matted with sweat and a mix of their sex juices. 

I looked back up to her face and saw that she was still looking down but this time she spoke.

“I'm so sorry, babe. I was just so angry at you because you said you weren't going to be here and I wanted to get back at you,” she said, not quite looking me in the eye.

She was about to say something else but she trailed off. She was staring down between my legs.

“Why is your cock so hard?” she asked, looking back up at me. 

“What are you talking about?” I asked, a little taken aback.

“Your cock is fucking hard. Were you wanking in here?” Lana asked, looking me dead in the eye.

I didn’t know what to say. Stammering, I tried to defend myself.

“It's not. It's just. I don't know,” I said, then I stopped talking.

I felt as if I was just making it worse by trying to talk my way out of it.

“Are you hard because you could hear me getting fucked?” she asked.

My heart was starting to hammer hard against my chest again. I was fucked, how the fuck was I going to get myself out of this mess? Lana then did something I really didn’t expect. Taking a step closer to me, she took my hard cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke me.

“Did you enjoy listening to me getting fucked while you were in here and couldn't do anything about it?” Lana asked, without breaking eye contact with me.

Lana gave my cock a strong squeeze. She smiled as she felt my cock getting even harder in her grasp. I shook my head. I was unable to speak in my defense so I let her continue uninterrupted. 

“Are you a perv? That likes to creep while a real man is fucking his girl?” she asked, still smiling up at me.

"What the fuck? Why would I like hearing you getting fucked?” I asked, trying to sound convincing. But even I knew I didn't sound sure.

It was my stiff cock that truly betrayed how I felt. She started to stroke my shaft a little faster. I put up no resistance to her torment. Then when she put a hand on my chest pushing me back onto the bed, I made no pretense of trying to stop it. 

I fell flat onto my back and Lana climbed over me. She straddled my legs still stroking my cock, faster now than before. I felt like all of the blood in my body was rushing to my cock. Which was leaving none for my brain to try and get myself out of this situation.

“I think you enjoyed hearing your girlfriend getting fucked. Just like you love to watch me dancing with other men in the clubs. All that pretending to lose me only to be the Alpha Male. But what you really love is seeing me grinding against other men. Their hard cocks rubbing against me and their hands running all over my body. You wish you had the balls to let it go further. You're just a little cuckold, aren't you?" said Lana, in a teasing tone.

Lana was smiling down at me while saying this. She had a glint in her eye that I knew well. It was the same look she got when she was being particularly dominant in the bedroom. When Lana got this glint there was very little that would stop her. She would force me to do the nastiest things to her.

One of the words she had said had stuck in my head, "cuckold". I knew what the term meant of course but I would have never used it to describe myself... until now.  Was she right? Was I a secret cuckold? Is this why I had enjoyed listening at the door? Why I had not tried to stop them? Did this explain my thrill when we would play our little game on nights out?

I had so many questions running through my head. Distracted, I had not realised Lana making her way up the bed. She was now straddling my upper thighs. I could feel her warm butt cheeks pressed against me.

"I bet you wish you could see him fucking me. Baby, his cock was so big. He had to be about eleven inches. It felt so good inside of me. I tried to stop him but he came right inside me," Lana said, leaning in close to my face and speaking in a low sexy whisper.

I looked up into her wicked, beautiful face smiling down at me. She had betrayed me. She had fucked another man and now she was taunting me about it. 

“Get off me!” I said, but with no real conviction in my voice.

I was so wound up from listening to her getting fucked, her teasing taunts, and by the way, she was now stroking my cock in between her large soft breasts. I could feel her warmth and the sticky wetness of her sweat as my cock slipped and slid against her skin.

My brain was in total meltdown. Part of me was heartbroken that she would do this to me, fucking another man in our home. But there was another part of me that I was only just discovering A part that was enormously turned on by the idea of Lana with another man.

Suddenly, she lent down even closer to my face. She was almost mouth to mouth with me. I could smell alcohol on her warm breath. With one hand still on my cock, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head to the side. 

“He fucked me so good, baby. Better than you ever have. He stretched me so wide, and he filled me with his cum," she said, her lips almost touching my ear.

I was totally lost in what she was saying. It was only when she shifted the weight of her knees and onto my chest. I became aware of something wet against my leg. It took me another moment to do the math, and I realised it was his cum. It was still dribbling out on her well-fucked pussy. I tried to squirm to get away, but with her weight on me, and no real fight in me I didn’t get far.

“Where are you trying to go, baby?” she asked, taunting me.

“Get off me, you're getting his cum all over me!” I shouted.

Lana pressed one of her fingers against my lips and shushed me. 

“I would be quiet if I was you, or he will hear. You don't want him coming in here and finding you like this, do you?” she asked, smiling down at me again.

I glanced over at the door to check he wasn't already standing there watching. I didn't think I would be able to take the embarrassment. Again she leaned in close to me and whispered almost directly into my ear. 

“At the club, there were so many guys trying to hit on me. You know what it's like. I could have had my choice of any of them. Does that make you hot, baby? Thinking of all these guys hitting on your girl. I was planning on being a good girl and not fucking any of them”. 

We were both now breathing heavily. I could picture as clear as day. Her in the club in her tight sexy dress. Turning the heads off every guy, and most women in the club. I had seen it so many times but normally I had been there to supervise. A thought had occurred to me that I had never considered before. What happened on normal nights out with her friends when I wasn't around? I had never had any reason to doubt her loyalty before tonight, but now I wasn't as confident.

“I was dancing with some of them. They were all such good dancers. They were grinding into my ass and it was turning me on so much, baby. I wish you were there to see. My pussy was so wet, but I knew I wanted to be a good girl and come home alone. Well, that's until Franklin offered to give me a lift home.”

I looked up at her, torn between wanting to know what happened next and terrified to hear it. Then it hit me. She had said, Franklin. Surely this wasn't her personal trainer, Franklin. True I had never seen him before so I wouldn't have recognised him in the photo, but she wouldn't have fucked her trainer, would she?

“I had told you to stay away tonight. So after I saw that you didn’t seem to be here, I invited him in for a drink. It was just going to be an innocent drink. But when I noticed his hard cock straining against his trousers, I couldn’t help myself. I moved closer to him and we ended up kissing. He put his hand on my thigh, and he slowly moved it up between my legs. Do you want to hear what happened next?” Lana asked.

Her warm breath I could feel on my neck. I was really breathing heavily now, and my mouth was very dry. I had lost all control of myself in her retelling. I had to know how he had seduced her into cheating on me. Slowly, I nodded my head. Smiling, she continued.

“I felt his fingers lightly pressing against my panties. I spread my legs a little wider for him and he pulled my thong to one side. I then let him slide one of his long, strong fingers into me. I was already so horny and wet. I was out of control baby, and I was just along for the ride. It didn’t take him long to work a second finger into me. Baby, I was so wet for him, and I would have let him do anything to me. Do you want to hear what I did to him?” she asked, knowing how worked up she was getting me.

I was unable to say anything meaning full but this time I managed to horsey say one word, “Yes.”

Lana leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. I could feel the stickiness of her lipgloss. She held the kiss for a moment, then continued her story. 

“He was fingering me, and I was rubbing him through his trousers. I could already feel how big he was. I wanted to get his cock out, I wanted to see it. But before I could get to it, he almost made me cum on his fingers. He then forced me down on the sofa. He unzipped my dress and pulled down my wet panties,” Lana whispered. She too was breathing heavily now. It seemed her story was having an effect on her also.

My cock was rock hard. Lana had stopped stroking me but was still holding on to my shaft. I tried to move my hips to encourage her to keep going. I was dying for release.

“Please, go on,” I managed to plead out.

Lana smiled wide and gave my cock another hard squeeze. She then shifted her hips and pressed the head of my cock against her still wet pussy lips. I tried to lift my hips to press into her but she smiled again and move my cock away.  

“No, no, no, that’s not allowed. This is not your pussy anymore. Tonight that pussy belongs to Franklin,” Lana said, turning the tormenting up a little.

I couldn’t believe my beautiful, loving girlfriend was doing this to me. She had just cheated on me, and now she was getting close to making me cum teasing me about it.  

“Do you want to hear how it ended?” she asked.

Again, I couldn’t do anything but nod.

“Baby, he licked my pussy and asshole so good. He made me cum all over his face within a few minutes. Then it was my turn to return the favor. I got down on my knees in front of him and, when I pulled his trousers down I couldn’t believe how big he was. Honey, it was the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was like the size of my arm,” Lana said, then lightly traced her tongue across my cheek.

Lana had begun to stroke my cock again, and now I had my eyes closed, head back, trying to picture her about to suck on his big, black cock. Lana must have sensed that I was getting close to cumming as she had slowed her stroking and was now pumping me in time with her breathing which was almost as heavy as mine. She was whispering so softly now, and I had to strain my ears to hear her. 

“When his trousers were down, I wrapped both my hands around his monster cock, and I licked all up and down. Then I sucked his huge balls before trying to suck on the huge head of his pole. I took as much of it as I could but I just really wanted to feel it inside of me,” she said, as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips again.

This time I parted my lips and for a few moments, our tongues met sliding wetly against each other. I sucked on her lip and bit back on mine. 

“Can you taste him on me?” she asked, smiling down at me.

My eyes flew open. I hadn’t thought of that. I had just kissed the mouth that only minutes ago had been wrapped around another man’s cock. Lana smiled at the disgusted look on my face. She picked up the pace of her strokes and brought me still closer to my own orgasm.

“When I had finished blowing him, and making his cock super sloppy. He pulled me to my feet and bent me over the sofa. He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy lips. I didn't think I would be able to take it but slowly he slid his huge cock inside me and fucked me hard. Harder than I have ever been fucked before. I didn’t have a condom, and I know I shouldn’t have. You know because I'm not on the pill, but I just couldn’t help myself,” Lana said, as she started to roll her hips.

She was teasing the head of my cock with her slick opening.

It seemed insane that the idea of my girlfriend getting fucked bareback, while not being on the pill could be so hot. But there was no denying it was. I was deeply in love with this woman and the idea of her being intimate with another man should destroy me, but it didn’t somehow.

Lana sat upright and was pumping my cock fast now. I could feel the orgasm building in me and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I opened my eyes looking up at her. I was imploring her to continue her story and she did.

“He was fucking me so good, baby. I was cumming almost constantly. I told him not to cum in me. But his cock was just so good I just wanted a little more. I wrapped my legs around him and he bottomed out inside me. Then I felt him tightening and he started to fill me. Babe, he came so much and so deep in me. I hope I don’t get pregnant with his baby," Lana said, in a low sexy voice.

These last words were enough to push me over the edge. The idea of my girlfriend getting pregnant from a one-night stand with a huge, black cock. I felt my cock begin to squirt. I came harder and longer than I had in a long time. When I finally finished cumming I could feel my wet sticky mess covering my legs, waist, and belly. I whimpered and writhed as Lana continued to tease the super-sensitive head of my cock.

 “Please stop,” I begged, but she kept slowly stroking.

She pressed her full weight into me. In my post-orgasm state, and with everything that had happened I just didn’t have the strength to push her off me. She just looked down at me smiling wide.

“Ohh my, Baby, you came so much. Did you enjoy that? I did too, his cock was incredible, I’m so full of his cum. We’re going to have to go and buy a morning-after pill tomorrow,” she said, giving my cock one final squeeze.

“Do you have any tissues in your pocket?” she asked, looking around.

Lana sat up and clambered off me. She stood up and taking a few steps away from the bed. I too sat up and looked over to her just in time to see her picking up my trousers. The trousers that I had taken off before my shower earlier. The trousers, that still contained the stolen panties that I had found on the coffee table.

My heart dropped to the floor when I saw her pulling out the tiny pair of lacy panties. She looked confused at first, and for a split second, I thought she may think they were someone else's.

“Why are these in your pocket?" she asked, without smiling.

I didn't say anything. I could see comprehension dawning on her face.

“Is this where all my fucking panties have been going? Have you been stealing them, you perv? These are the panties I wore to the gym this morning. I left them in the living room when I went to work. Why did you take them? They’re so dirty they were wedged between my ass cheeks while I was working out. They're so sweaty, filthy, and they stink of sweat and pussy, they are disgusting,” Lana almost shouted. I was sure her voice would carry down the hall.

She stepped back over to the bed brandishing the panties at me. I was reduced to silence again, and I was sure my face would be glowing red within seconds. Lana stepped closer to me. She put one of her knees onto the bed dangerously close to my now deflating cock.

She then put one hand on my chest pushing me flat onto the bed again. With the other pressed the panties against my face. She held the crotch of the panties right over my nose which was at once filled with the strong smell. I put up no resistance to what was happening. My head was swimming in her scent. Her sweet, tangy pussy smell.

I could see the corners of her mouth curling and knew she was again enjoying the power she had over me. I played along taking a deep inhale through the panty material.

“Do you like the way my filthy panties smell? My perv boyfriend loves to sniff my dirty used panties, doesn't he?” she asked, in her teasing tone again.

Before I could say anything in reply, something happened that made my blood run cold. There was a knock at the bedroom door. We both froze. I felt the colour draining from my face, but Lana, on the other hand, was looking down at me with a wicked smile curling her lips.

“I’ll show you what for, you little perv,” she said, dropping the panties on my face. 

She got off the bed and crossed the room towards the door.

“No, don't,” I begged, she ignored me. 

She reached for the handle and realised it was gone.  

“Is this why you were in here? You got locked in?" she asked, laughing, “Come in,” Lana shouted through the door to the stranger standing on the other side. 

My heart raced as I watched the door open and for the first time, I saw the man that had just fucked my girlfriend.

To Be Continued…