I cheated on my boyfriend [m/f] | 2016

I was 21 and with my boyfriend of three years at the time of this affair. It's not something I ever expected myself to do, I do love my boyfriend very much. He's virtually perfect in every way. Maybe, though, that is why I felt such a fever for his best friend. Maybe I am just a really bad girl deep down. Maybe it's the rush I get from the scandalous nature of the situation. It certainly inflated my ego to know a person would be willing to risk a relationship with someone close to them out of sexual attraction to me. I wonder now if he gets the same ego trip as I do. Either way, I developed a deep infatuation and acted on it, and here's my story.

My boyfriend's best friend (we will call him Louis) was living with me for a year as a roommate and close friend. Throughout this whole year, I had a pretty big crush on him, but never ever expected it to lead to anything. After all, I was in a happy committed relationship and I knew Louis valued his friendship with my boyfriend very much. I also often doubted he had any physical attraction to me during our time living together. After our lease was up, my boyfriend and I got a place together and invited Louis to live in one of the extra bedrooms as a roommate. This is when things began to escalate.

My boyfriend broke his arm and was incapacitated for about two months over the summer. When if first happened, the house was a total wreck and there wasn't a lot of room in our bedroom for him to relax, so he was sleeping in the living room on the couch. I dragged out our extra mattress into the living room so I could be there if he needed something at night.

I had recently been spending a lot of alone time with Louis. My infatuation for him grew stronger everytime we hung out. He was so good at making me laugh, and has the greatest smile. I often would look at him and wonder what his face looks like when he comes. I started thinking about him when I touched myself, imagining how good he would be at making me squirm in pleasure.

It was then I started noticing him looking at me, too. The sexual tension between us was getting thicker and neither of us were going to stop it. In fact, it was obvious to one another that we were both encouraging it.

One night, Louis was hanging out in the living room, laying on the bed I had on the floor with me while my boyfriend was asleep on the couch. We were watching tv and smoking a blunt like we usually did. I was laying pretty close to him, and he began to caress my foot with his. My heart was pounding in my chest. He was actually initiating something physical with me. I didn't know how to react, besides knowing that I wanted to see where this would go. It was like the adrenaline eliminated my inhibitions. My boyfriend was asleep on the couch right behind us! But I didn't think about that, I just thought about how badly I wanted Louis to make a move.

I moved closer to him and he put his hand on my waist underneath the blanket. I was immediately soaking wet in my panties. He was touching me! He ran his fingers over the outline of my ass and gave it a good squeeze, spreading my cheeks and rubbing my panties against my clit. All the while, I am trying to keep a straight face and make no noise as to not wake anyone up. Louis eventually slid his hand down my pants and inside me and used his palm to rub my pussy while he finger fucked me. It felt beyond amazing. No guy I had ever been with could make me come so fast with just his hand. Trying to contain my moans when I was coming was a challenge, but I think I managed. He kept running his fingertips in circles around my soaking clit after I came and the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He continued to give me two more orgasms while we were laying there that night, luckily never waking my boyfriend.

The whole time I thought about how badly I wished I could discreetly let him choke me with his cock. I wanted to make him come so badly.

The next morning, my boyfriend wanted to sleep in the bed on the floor, so Louis, me and my other roommate went into my room to sleep more. My roommate slept on the floor and Louis and I shared my bed. Of course we got very close to each other and he started fingering me again. I simply couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him inside me so badly. I slipped my panties off my ass and pushed my pussy against his cock through his pants. He was hard as a rock. He pulled his shorts down past his dick and I bent over a bit to give him a good position to penetrate me.

The second he was inside me, I got a headrush. He slowly pumped in and out of me and my pussy was throbbing. We had to be quiet since my sleeping roommate was just a few feet away. He reached his hand around and stuck his fingers in my mouth and whispered in my ear "You like that, don't you? You like getting fucked like a little slut?"

Yes, I really did. What I was doing was nothing but scandal and primal urge, and it turned me on so much. Being Louis' slut is exactly what I wanted to be. So I nodded when he asked. Unfortunately there was no reasonable place for him to come without raising suspicion from the roommate, so we didn't get to finish.

Later on that night, my boyfriend was spending the night at his parents. Louis and I shared the couch and watched TV. My best friend was laying on the other couch, asleep. I positioned my legs to face Louis and lifted my skirt to reveal that I was wearing no panties. He looked at my pussy and I could see in his eyes that he wished he could bury his face in it. He reached his hand under my skirt and felt all the parts of my pussy before he stuck his two fingers inside. Then he slipped his pinky in my ass and rubbed my clit with his thumb. This was a sensation I had never felt before, I could hardly breathe. Just before I was going to come, he pulled his hand away and looked at me with a half smile. I wanted to pounce on him right then and there.

For the next few days, he would subtly grab my ass or reach between my legs when he had a chance. I was going crazy wanting to fuck him. Like, really fuck him.

One morning, I was laying on the bed in the living room, Louis and I were the only ones home. He sat on the couch across from me, looked in my direction, and said "Let me eat your pussy." I smiled and said "Okay" and he walked over to the bed. He pulled my shorts down around my ankles and took a second to look at my snatch before he dug in. As soon as his mouth made contact with my clit, I saw stars. He had his arms and hand under my ass and waist and was pinning me down while he ravaged me. He licked and sucked like it was his job and made me come like I had never before. As soon as I got off, I wasn't done. I was determined, I wanted to share the same pleasure with him as he had given me so many times already. I sat up on my knees and pulled down his shorts. He grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my face on his cock. I was so into this. I wanted to be his little slut, after all. He began to fuck my face vigorously making spit run down my face and my eyes tear up. I looked up at his face while he shoved his cock in and out of my throat and thought about how pleased he looked. My pussy was still warm and wet from the orgasm I was just given, and I thought about how good he felt inside me.

I laid back and presented my pussy to him and grabbed his cock to guide it inside me. It was all I wanted. He began to give me a fucking like I had never experienced. He slapped my ass and thrust into me as hard as he could. We switched from him being on top to me being on top, to him basically holding me up and fucking me. I couldn't believe it was happening. Just before he came, he pulled his cock out and finished all over my ass and lower back. His warm come all over me felt so good.

That was more or less the end of the fling. As bad of a person as it makes me, I still fantasize about him.