Too Much Passion

It's happening. This fantasy of yours is on the verge of becoming reality. Your girlfriend went on a date with another man while you stayed at home. She texted you through the night, giving you updates on how well it was going. Finally, she texted to ask if she could bring him home. You said yes.

Now they're in your bedroom. You're standing in the doorway. They barely seem to notice you there. His hands are on her waist. Her nipples are hard and poking through the thin material of her tank top. There's already a bulge in his jeans and they haven't even kissed yet.

He looks at her lips and takes her head in his hands. He leans in. She closes her eyes. Their lips meet and part almost immediately. You feel their hunger for each other. This isn't merely desire. This is something beyond that. This is pure lust. This is two people yielding to the chemistry between them and pursuing their primal need for each other.

They seem to move in slow motion. Her lips part. His do the same. Their tongues entwine for a moment and pull back. She leans back and looks into his eyes. She smiles because she can see that he feels the same desire she does.

Their second kiss is long, slow, and deep. His hands move down her back and he lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it away. It lands at your feet, though neither of them looks towards you. She unhooks her bra as they kiss. His hands cup her bare breasts and he kisses her neck. She closes her eyes, moans, and runs her fingers through his hair.

"Wait," you say. It's too much. It's overwhelming. It's not right. Your heart is pounding. Your head is spinning. It's too much. She wants him more than she should. You can't remember the last time she kissed you like that. She wants him more than she wants you. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Neither of them seems to hear you, because they continue their pursuit of pleasure unabated. She unbuttons his pants and reaches into them. She strokes him and he moans as they kiss again, this time even deeper than before.

"Please," you say to no avail.

He lowers his jeans and underwear and she takes his stiff cock in her hand. She moans, perhaps because he's quite a bit bigger than you.

He unbuttons her jeans and slips a hand into them. He kisses her neck while clearly fingering her. You can hear the wetness.

She finally looks at you. You stare at her for a moment before she closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and moans. You've never seen her so turned on.

She opens her eyes again. She looks at you. "Please, don't," you say.

"Leave us," she replies. "Right now."

Your shoulders sink. You turn. You walk out of the bedroom. You shut the door behind you. You sink to the floor and sit. You wanted this. You made this happen. You can't stop them.

You listen to your girlfriend have sex. You listen to her passion, her desire. You listen to his passion, to his desire. You listen to their orgasms. You listen to her making your fantasy come true, but it's become something else. There's pain alongside the arousal. There's such a surfeit of feelings that you can't bring yourself to masturbate despite your desire.

Silence falls over you after they've had sex. You remain against the door until you hear footsteps. You stand. The door opens. He walks out. He's naked. His cock is soft. He's holding a used condom. He glances at you and nods as he heads down the hallway and steps into the bathroom.

You look into your bedroom. Your girlfriend's naked body is partially covered by the sheets. She turns to you and offers a soft, sweet, sexy smile and then beckons you into the room.

You enter and she holds out her hand. You take it and she pulls you close. You bend over and your lips meet hers.

"He was exquisite," she says. "It was perfect in every way. Thank you for suggesting that I sleep with someone else. I can't remember the last time I had sex that good."

You want her. You also want to break up with her, as you're not sure you can stand being in this relationship anymore.

"What do we do now?" you ask.

She smiles. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight. He's sleeping in our bed. We'll figure everything else out tomorrow."

She kisses you once more. You leave the bedroom. He walks past you. You turn and watch him crawl into bed with your girlfriend. You see them kiss with such desire that it surprises you. It won't be long before they're having sex again.

You walk to the living room and drop onto the couch. It's going to be a long night and you already know that you're going to spend most of it worrying about the end of your relationship.

You can't help but regret your decision to have her sleep with another man. She has no regrets, though, so perhaps you'll find a way to be happy, to relish the arousal you experienced as she had sex with someone else, to be the kind of boyfriend that can get off on his girlfriend's desire to fuck other people.