Your girlfriend Michelle is perched on a stool inside a downtown coffee shop, facing the floor to ceiling front window. Sitting with her is some guy you don’t know. He is wearing a black blazer over a black T shirt, every inch the hip young urban professional.
Michelle is outfitted like a bohemian college slut, as usual. Her perfect breasts threaten to spill out of her stretchy, low cut top. She has cut off the material to leave her stomach bare. She didn’t do a very neat job, but no man alive would mind.
Under the table, her skirt is so short, you can see right up between her legs from your sidewalk vantage point. She isn’t wearing panties. She never does. Again and again, she casually parts her knees and brings them together, like a tantalizing aerobics exercise. Her thick lipped pussy winks in and out of sight in the shadowed space between her thighs.
You are not the only guy outside the coffee shop who is staring at her. A young guy across the street is taking a damned long time unlocking his bike from a “No Parking” sign. His eyes are locked on your girlfriend’s crotch.
You picture Michelle tugging down his black spandex bicycle shorts. His big cock springs up in her face. She grabs his dick and puts her puffy lips around its swollen head. Then she lies back and spreads her legs.
You imagine the bicyclist’s thick veiny cock fucking in and out of Michelle’s juicy cunt. She squeezes his muscular ass with both hands and holds on tight when he comes, trembling and kicking with her own simultaneous climax.
Another interested onlooker is a black cabbie waiting for a fare across the street. You see him on his knees behind Michelle, who is naked on all fours. The cabbie is holding Michelle’s butt cheeks so far apart that her asshole is stretched into a flattened oval. His blacksnake size dick slams in and out of her pretty pink twat.
The sweating black man pushes his thumb up her shithole, working it in and out. Michelle really loses control then. Her pussy floods her African American lover’s cock with girl cream when she comes.
Your own cock gets hard whenever you think about other men fucking your darling Michelle. She is such a slut, such a dirty little bed hopping slut. You know that you should resent her for cheating on you so often, and so flagrantly. So why does her promiscuity excite you so much?
The first time Michelle came back with you to your off campus apartment, you felt like the luckiest guy at your college. She did everything that afternoon: sucked your cock, licked your asshole, let you put your dick between her tits. She was incredible.
You called her your little bedbug. It was only later that you realized she was not the kind of bug who was content to stay in just one bed.
From the way she is exchanging glances with that prick in the coffee shop, you know what will happen next. She wants him to fuck her.
You remember catching her cheating only a week after the two of you hooked up. You showed up unannounced one day at her dorm. You had been about to knock on her door when you heard a long, low groan from the other side.
“Oh, yesss,” came Michelle’s voice, full of throaty lust. “It’s all the way up my ass now. Your whole, big cock is in my ass.”
You froze in shock, your arm raised, your knuckles an inch from the door. You heard the springs of Michelle’s bed creak, and the slapping of skin against skin. A man said, “Goddamn, your ass is tight. So fucking tight.”
The door may as well have been transparent. You could picture your unknown rival sliding his hard dick in and out of Michelle’s stretched wide asshole. You could see Michelle’s big tits swinging beneath her body, grazing the rumpled sheets, as she rocked back and forth. You could see her reaching between her legs to rub her sensitive clit while being butt fucked, not giving a damn about anything except the pleasure of the moment.
You remember realizing your own cock had become stiff. Your hand lingered on your erection, stroking it, as you listened to Michelle getting buggered. Part of you wanted to break into her room in a jealous rage. That would have been the manly thing to do, the self respecting thing. Instead, you put your ear closer to her door.
“Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck it hard!” Michelle commanded. Then she groaned with what sounded like a soul shaking climax.
The man in there with her said, “Fuck! Fuck!” You heard the bedsprings creaking faster. He must really have been jackrabbiting her asshole then. He groaned with release.
You hurried into a stairwell, unzipped and furiously jerked your cock. Within seconds, your semen was running down the concrete block wall like rivulets of Elmer’s glue.
You never confronted Michelle about her indiscretion. But from that time on, you kept imagining her with other men. You started following her, hoping to catch her in the act again. That was how you managed to see her getting fucked in a car, with her bare feet pressed against the glass. And in the woods beside a local lake, where she rode a lover cowgirl style. You followed her to a motel and listened from an alcove beside the ice machine. You watched her from your car outside a frat house, where you caught glimpses through a window of Michelle taking on two guys at once.
And now here is this mystery man in black at the coffee shop. He says something to her. Michelle mouths the word, “Okay,” which makes him look pleased with himself. She apparently has agreed to go home with him.
When they get up, she turns toward him as if an idea suddenly has occurred to her. With a mischievous grin, she pulls something from her purse and dangles it in his face. Your eyes open wide. It is a key ring attached to a red rubber ladybug. You gave it to her last week, with a key to your apartment attached. “For my cute little bedbug,” you had told her. “Come over anytime.”
Michelle must intend to take this guy to your apartment and let him fuck her in your bed.
You try to figure out what is going on in her head. Does she know that you have been following her? Does she know that you like watching her fuck? Has she spotted you spying on her today, and is this her way of giving you a treat?
Or is this the ultimate insult? Does she take you so much for granted that she thinks she can rub your nose in the wet spots they will leave on your sheets? Will the two of them be laughing at you while they fuck and suck each other in your own bedroom?
You don’t know. You don’t care. You run for your car and race home ahead of them. You hide in your bedroom closet. It has folding doors, which you leave very slightly ajar. Then you gather hangers of clothes in front of you, slouch against the back wall and wait.
You hear a key in the front door lock. Michelle and her latest conquest step into the bedroom. Their hands are all over each other. He reaches under her skirt to finger her pussy while she pulls her ragged top over her head. Her nipples are jutting out.
She sits on the edge of your bed to undo his belt and the front of his pants. She tugs his pants and his white jockey shorts to his knees. His dick stands straight out from his body.
Michelle puts her mouth over his swollen pink cockhead. You gently tug on yourself as she bobs up and down, licking and sucking. She is so hot, so sexy, so beautiful. This slutty little bedbug definitely has gotten under your skin.
Michelle lies back and spreads her legs. “Eat my pussy,” she says. “If you make me come, I’ll let you fuck me.”
The man puts his mouth on Michelle’s meaty cunt. She runs her fingers through his hair as he licks her. “That’s the way, baby,” she says. “Go deep. Put your tongue all the way up my pussy.” He stays down there a good, long time, until Michelle starts making little gasps of pleasure. Then she cries out as she climaxes.
Her lover gets in position between her legs to ram his dick home. You can see his hard on sliding in and out of Michelle’s cunt, getting wet with her milky juice. Michelle strokes and squeezes his balls, saying, “Go ahead and do it, baby. Don’t hold back. Give it to me.”
Her lover grimaces and pumps harder. You can see his semen squishing out of Michelle’s pussy around his dick and running down her inner thighs. You silently whimper through your own climax, spurting your come onto the hanging clothes that hide you from view.
Does Michelle know that you were watching her fuck? Is she the perfect lover for you, one who truly understands your desire to see her have sex with other men?
She gets out of bed and uses one of your best shirts to wipe her seeping crotch. “Let’s get out of here,” she tells the man who just fucked her. “This was kinky, but I want to be long gone before the little prick who lives here gets home.”
You keep quiet as they get dressed and leave. Michelle is so sexy and slutty and nasty that you know you will be able to forgive her for that cruel remark.
But somehow, you can’t help feeling just a little bit bugged.