Bad Idea: We Sent Sexy Pictures of My New Girlfriend to My Buddy
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She paid too much for cheating
Romance Sex Story: She paid too much for cheating - We sent sexy pictures of my new girlfriend to my buddy. That was very bad idea, my friend asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go on a date with him too.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching MaleDom FemaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Masturbation Petting Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution Revenge Violence
I woke up with a hangover the next morning, still wearing the clothes I had gone to bed in the night before. The usual washing and changing, my head hurts, I have to drive a truck. I hope I won’t have to drive long distances. I couldn’t get what my friend had said out of my head. I didn’t believe him. He’s lying. That’s how my ex wants to get back at me, but I already hate him. Then I remembered to call Carlo, who works for the police. He got really angry when I told him what I wanted.
‘I’m going to fuck your friend up, damn it. I told him yesterday that he couldn’t reveal any information about this. Apparently, he was with the girl yesterday.’
“Yeah, they were together.”
“And that’s her? Your ex?”
“Yes, it was her in the pictures. Her clothes are unmistakable. Her curves, and everything.”
“If this comes out, you know I’ll get fired, and the two main sinners will get away with it like the corruption scandal. They found out what we were up to in advance and covered their tracks.’
“Okay, no. Nothing will happen. I don’t even have the picture. So it’s true. That’s all I wanted to know.’
‘We’re planning an operation next week. Hang in there until then. After that, we’ll call you in to testify.’
“Leave me out of it. We broke up, I don’t care about any of it.’
“Hey, man, they raped your ex. They might kill her. And you, too. You’re in deep. You’ll come in and testify. I’ll make sure I’m the one to ask you.’
‘Okay, I’ll think about it.’
I hung up. I don’t feel like testifying and going to court. And I still don’t believe it. Or rather, I believe it, but she deserved it...
I worked all day, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Finally, I don’t know why, but I called my ex. She answered. I thought she wouldn’t answer. That’s why I called her. But then she answered.
‘Ooooo... ‘
“Hmmm?
“Aaaammm hmm ooo hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hmmm, I just wanted to ask. How ... No, sorry ... How can this be true?”
“What?”
“Okay. How are you?”
“Why do you care? Get lost!”
“I talked to my friend yesterday ... You know ... Um...”
“What friend? Are you crazy? We don’t have any mutual friends anymore!”
“My friend, the one you went on a date with. You sent me a picture. From the restaurant.’
“Hmmm, and???”
“I just want to know if it’s true.”
“It’s true. We had sex.’
“But that’s not it. I mean, it is. But he said nothing happened!”
“Oh, he was excited. He just got a hand job.’
“He didn’t say that. He said nothing happened.’
“Maybe it’s nothing. He didn’t fuck me, if that makes you happy, and the fact that he didn’t get hard really hurt me. Are you happy now?’
“No, actually, I’m not happy, and that’s not what I wanted to ask.”
“Well, what did you want to ask?”
“Hmm, well. We called Carlo yesterday, and I called him today in Police too ... I just want to know how you are.”
‘Fuck, you guys can’t know that! How the fuck can your impotent friend be stupid too! You’re all the same idiots!’
And she hung up ... So, it’s true. I looked at the photo she sent yesterday. She looks terrible. Her face is sunken, her smile is forced. I didn’t notice. Because I don’t love her anymore. But it’s obvious. I should have noticed the difference.
I was angry. Not only did she cheat on me with her colleague, but she was also raped by an ugly, buck-toothed, cow-headed incel in front of three other people. Of course, she has only herself to blame, but she didn’t deserve that. She deserves to be broken and to have her lingerie stuff thrown out because the paid whore did it. But that’s it. That kind of violence is too much. And she’s changed, I can see it, and she talks differently. Because she is a hysterical, stupid bitch, and often is, but this was different.
Time passed, I went home, tired from my hangover. I replayed the events in my head. If I’m involved in this, too—because I sent the recording to her lover’s wife—that’s a problem. Anything could happen from this. Because of a hysterical, stupid bitch. And her even stupider friend. All I need is for the police to get involved, because I sucked her breasts raw. Carlo and his whole circle of friends will laugh at me for a year.
I called her again. I need to talk to her.
‘What is it now?’
‘Nothing. I still can’t believe it. Did this really happen to you?’
“You saw a picture, if what I know is true. Yes, it’s true, it was me.’
She started crying. I let her cry, I didn’t interrupt. My throat tightened, even though I hate her. Cheating, stupid bitch, and now she’s crying to me like a whore.