When relationship was temporarily open, I was locked out of my apart(m)ent while my girl(f)riend fucked a guy for over an hour; saw some of it | 2016

Lindsey and I moved to Atlanta after graduation. Lindsey (21 at the time) has natural red hair down to her shoulders and can still pull off bangs. She has blue eyes almost as light as her skin and even a few freckles above her B-cup breasts, not to mention a great ass and a really sweet and fun energy. I know “girl next door” is a term that’s thrown around a lot, but trust me when I use it to describe her, right down to the fact that she’s in her mid-twenties and has only had sex with a few other guys, and has never had a one-night stand. We were going through a rough patch and decided we wanted to try to see other people with the usual good-intentions of getting back together that usually never pan out. She was having much better luck than I was, and to be honest the relationship was sort of starting to become imbalanced because of it, and it started to feel more like a break-up.

Things reached a breaking point when I found out she was going to have a guy on Tinder over when I had work to do (I was sort of in the process of moving some stuff to my buddy’s place to make it easier, we’d been living together and weren’t sure how long this would last and didn’t exactly want to do anything super permanent). I had seen that she had been messing around with Tinder, and although she got an insane number of matches, she still seemed kind of bad at it as far as working up the courage to meet any of the guys, and I was pretty blindsided by the fact it was happening. It almost seemed like she was trying to prove a point. She was wearing a very soft, thin light-blue skirt that puffed out and a lacy white top that just covered her shoulders and showed the tiniest bit of cleavage. She practically looked like some Frozen knock-off. Yay for people who are into that kind of stuff, right? So this is why she was looking so nice.

“I swear, we’re just going to watch Netflix and hang out and talk,” (I shit you not this is what she said but this was actually like a year before Netflix and Chill became a spoken thing.)

“You’re going to fuck him,” I said, half-joking, half-nervous, even though I knew she super wouldn’t because of who she was.

“No, I’m not, I just want to try meeting someone.”

“Just be quick, please.”

“I will, I promise.”

I pretended I was going to leave, but I was a huge mix of peeved she was doing this, nervous it was a bad sign, and curious about the guy.

Out back, behind the laundry room, there was a sort of gross strip of grass people only really used to let their dogs poop, and even then no one really went back there because most of the windows facing the area were ours and there wasn’t really much of a reason to go back there; for that reason our blinds were always up, and despite her clean appearance, Lindsey was pretty sloppy with the inside and outside of the apartment, so I could probably take a peek at how their date was going.

He was taller than me, and a little thinner. She brushed her hair back and invited him to sit down. She asked him what he wanted to watch and tried to quiet the dog and wound up putting the dog away and putting on Friends.

I took what felt like a really long walk, maybe like forty minutes, with a couple of cigarettes, and even stopped for a drink. I went back and figured they’d be done, and I texted her as I approached the apartment: no response. I felt a little jump but knew that was ridiculous. Like with all texts, just because they don’t respond doesn’t mean they’re fucking someone.

I passed the window looking into the bedroom; thank god, at least they weren’t in there, because they would have been by now if anything was going to happen. She was never crazy about hanging out with strangers and generally pooped out on plans pretty early.

I looked in and they were sitting on the couch, locked in a tight kiss. I didn’t know what to do really.

“Alright,” I thought to myself, “You’ve shown yourself you can do it, let me back in now.” I walked over and sat in a nearby chair. No need to watch them kiss, that wasn’t even sexual, that kind of just hurt. I wondered what she would say to get out of going further. Probably one of the things she used on me when she wasn’t in the mood, I wondered which one. I got back up and walked over to see if they’d made any progress. She was now sitting in his lap and “Are you still watching Friends?” was on the screen behind them. His head was clasped between her hands and they were kissing deeply. I slight twinge of jealousy came when I remembered she was wearing a very thin skirt and they could definitely feel each other.

“She’ll use the dog as an excuse,” I thought, walking away from the apartment, lighting another cigarette.

When I returned I went straight back to the middle window facing the living room, but they weren’t there. Maybe they’d left? I walked back and I had actually just passed them, because they were in the bedroom now. At first I was worried she could see me, because she was facing the window, her head over his shoulder and his back to me. I had a perfectly perpendicular, dollhouse-like view of the bed and was very much protected by the fact that there was 1. A screen, 2. A ton of light inside, and 3. No light outside. If I didn’t know better I’d say she did this on purpose, but because of her reaction when she found out I had seen and because of how long it went on, I really don’t think she knew I was there for some of it.

I couldn’t figure out what they were doing at first, but then I realized I couldn’t see his hands and that her look was extremely unfocused; her mouth hung open and her blue eyes had glazed over. She never liked the way I fingered her, but it was clear that’s what was happening here.

At this point I wasn’t sure what was happening or if she even knew what was happening, but I decided it was time for another lap.

Then I heard it as I was walking back. The muted, metallic, hollow tap of our headboard. I looked in and saw first her bare ass, and then his legs. She was riding him like crazy, doing her best to hold the headboard in place and use the wall to keep her balance as she absolutely fucked his brains out. She was thrusting furiously. I’m honestly not sure she’s ever even ridden me like that. She later said she was just trying to be sexy and get him to cum, but whatever the reason, it walked and talked and quacked like this kid absolutely getting it from my girlfriend.

I got a little frustrated, and this time when I texted her and she didn’t answer, it was because she was fucking someone. The phone vibrated and dinged, but she ignored it and continued to drag her small, pink nipples across the chest of some dude who was laying bare-ass naked, mouth half-open, on his back where I usually sleep, with his dick glistening a centimeter away from my sweet Lindsey’s asshole.

Here’s where it becomes a blur. I slideshow almost of me taking a lap and hoping they’d finished. So I take a lap and come back:

She had let go of the headboard and was now pushing his shoulders into my pillow and grinding her hips in a wild circle. The headboard was making a pretty embarrassing amount of noise at this point (I was sure the neighbors had seen me “leave.”)

I take a lap and come back:

He is fucking her missionary. I can see only their legs. He’s fucking her really slowly for some reason.

I take a lap and come back:

She is riding his brains out, she’s just grinding away, I can’t really see anything.

I take a lap:

As I approached the window for the last time, her noise was the first noise I heard. Heavy breathing turning into breathy escapes, and then moaning. My eyes turned the corner to see his fingers curled around the crease of where her legs meet her hips; my favorite part of her, and her favorite position, her extremely hard nipples swinging back into view with the force of each thrust. At first he was just fucking her from behind as fast as he could, but then he started pounding her as fast as he could, and that’s when I started to hear the surreal smacking of her ass against his legs, and that’s when I heard her properly moan for the first time that night, which she as a person almost never does even with me. This must have been him finally giving up and fucking her as hard as he wanted to, because as I was walking away (this was a bit much for me even if it was also going to be sexy later) I could still hear the smacking just as loud, and when I walked down the apartment hallway and back out the front door, I could hear him cumming in her, and I could hear her distinct, exasperatedly satisfied gasps, even from the furthest end of the hallway. I didn’t use the side-gate like I had before to enter and exit the apartment because I wasn’t really thinking at this point, but no one was paying attention anyways. I just needed to get out of there fast before he did.

I looked at my phone. It had been just over an hour since I saw first saw her riding him. She said they were just going to talk and they wound up fucking for over an hour.

When she answered the door she was wearing nothing but a robe I’d bought her. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “That took so long, he just wouldn’t cum. And I’ve never been more sure.” That is to say, she’d never been more sure she just wanted to be with me, and we’ve been together since (yay). She was a little weirded out that I had seen, but she also understood that she had put me in a really weird position by locking me out when I had work I needed inside, and she admitted she probably would have wound up watching a little too. When I walked back in I saw the ripped yellow condom wrapper on the ground. I pointed it out to her.

She felt terrible, and so told me more about her encounter with him since she knew it was a thing for me.

“Who asked?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Like when he put the condom on to get ready to fuck you, did you guys talk about it or did he just start putting on a condom.”

“I asked him if he had a condom,” she said.

“Because you wanted to have sex with him?”

“Yeah,” she said simply and sweetly, looking me straight in the eyes.

“Did you want to fuck him?”

“Yeah, I did, he got me really wet.”

“Was he fingering you at one point?”

“Yeah, he’s actually really good at that. It was weird. He wasn’t really great at head to be honest.”

“You like sex better than head anyways.”

“Yeah but I also don’t like getting fingered, and he made me so horny with that it made me want to suck his dick, so,” she playfully shrugged. “I thought maybe he would change my mind, but no.”

All in all she said it actually just went on for way too long, but that being said, it was super hot to fuck a stranger and she was obviously wet the whole time. I mentioned that she was moaning more than usual and fucking him harder than usual for someone that wasn’t that into it and she kind of got flustered and kind of just wound up re-emphasizing that it was hot to fuck a stranger and defensively added that the reason she was able to go for so long was partially because his dick was decently thinner than mine. This made me feel kind of bad, so I asked her if there was anything good about his dick, and she said that because of his height, him fucking her from behind felt amazing. I asked her if she came and she said no, but if he had lasted longer from behind she could have (she’s only ever cum with me other than masturbation.) She said he was really good when he wasn’t trying not to cum, basically, but that she still had fun:)