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Post #2

“Hey again,

I’m off work today because I’m feeling under the weather, which I feel a little guilty about because I have next Monday as holiday. It has been good though because it means I have been able to make plans for her and number 35 this weekend. I really enjoy this anniversary because throughout the year though we can’t keep up all the ‘cuckoldy’ type stuff; sometimes she just wants to tell me I am her one true love until the day we die and sometimes I just want to hear that I’m the best thing she could ever hope for, but this day and the week or so running up to it she goes into overdrive.

In the last week of January, on the run up to her ‘Cheating Anniversary’, she emphatically loves to rub in how slutty and unfaithful she is. Normally, we’re still quite intimate, kissing and cuddling, but during this week I’m lucky to get a friendly hug. This year it has been particularly difficult though. 2012 she was on her year studying abroad, and so we weren’t physically together this time back then, so it didn’t feel like too much of a change. 2013 she had a date with a guy she met at a bar a few days previously. She kept talking about how excited she was and emphasising how good looking he was but this was very shortly after she completely broke it off with “N” the boyfriend that caused our ‘difficult time’, so she had spent a lot of time just before this telling me how much she loved me, considering there was a real scare that she was going to leave me for N.

The last few months have been very intimacy light in general. She finished university last June and went travelling for three months before returning here and moving in with me. When we first moved in we had once again become ‘used to’ being away from each other and the fact we lived together meant we didn’t try as hard, we kinda just felt we were spending time together. After a few weeks of living together, we both decided to make more of an effort but that’s when she met 35. I had been in my job for a couple of years now and had taken on a lot of responsibility so I was very busy. She had just started a new job and so she was putting in the extra effort to make an impression. In between this and her dating 35 our together time took a hit. I mentioned this to her and she playfully said, ‘I hope you’re not asking me to choose between you and 35? You know you wouldn’t stand a chance.’

I was a bit nervous she wasn’t joking, considering N, but I noticed she was a lot more affectionate for the next week and a half and made a real effort to do things with me in the evenings. However, I went on holiday for 10 days with my family. She was invited but she wasn’t entitled to enough holiday to come with us and go home for Christmas, as she had just started her job. I got the impression she spent a lot of time with 35 when I was away and by the time I got back she was referring to him as ‘boyfriend’. This coincided with me having an incredibly busy December. She had asked a few times when we could have dinner and drinks and we picked the 12th of December. We went out to a fancy restaurant then to a cocktail bar but I was really tired and we headed home by 10. I promised her an evening on the Saturday, where I cooked and bought a nice bottle of wine. We’d just finished the main meal and went to stroke her hand. She smiled a very genuine smile then ran her fingers through my hair before sitting up in her chair. I remember what she said almost word for word:

Her: I’ve missed spending a lot of time with you.
Me: I know, I know, I’m sorry. I have tried…
Her (interrupting): Don’t worry, I know you’re just busy. And really don’t worry because it’s given me and 35 some time to get really close.
Me: Yeah, I know. That’s… good?
Her: I’m just liking this arrangement, you know, I’ve probably seen more of him than I have you in the past few weeks.
My heart was genuinely racing at this point; I thought I was being broken up with.
Me: Are you… breaking up with me?
She looked like she was about to smirk but kept a straight face, which made me more relaxed.
Her: I can’t break up with you if we’re not together. I just need you to respect I have a boyfriend now.
Me: How do I do that?
Her: I think that hugs, a kiss on the cheek, etc these are all OK but I think it would be inappropriate to do more than that. Like cuddling in bed together.
I sensed the tone was jovial, so I joined in but I was a bit unsure at this turn of events.
Me: What? Since when do you care about inappropriate? You fuck around on me all the time!
Her: You and I were never a couple like 35 and me.
Me: Fine. You cheated on N.
Her (raising her eyebrow in a faux-disapproving way): That’s not your business and nor is it important. Just accept what I’ve said.

She stood up to fetch more wine but on the way she made a point of giving me a very big kiss on the cheek and a strong hug. We watched one of our favourite films and then she kissed me on the cheek and said, ‘Good night! See you in the morning.’ I should say we own a two bedroom flat; her grandparents are super traditional and since they were the ones that were going to put up a large chunk of her half of the deposit they would hardly have agreed if we had bought a one bedroom flat together. For their benefit the spare room was done up as if it she had been staying there and we never really changed it because it made it easier if she ever wanted to bring back guys, including 35; we sleep in ‘my’ bedroom, so she knows she can bring back an impromptu guest and I appear to be just a flatmate. Anyway, she went to ‘her’ bedroom and I slept in mine. This continued for Sunday and Monday night and as fun as it was (until this point she’d never actively excluded me – I’d been teased and she’d hide details of her encounters but that was more to regulate the flow of new dirty stories she had for me) the novelty wore of fast and I wanted to ask her how long this would continue on Tuesday evening. I came home and she wasn’t in the living room or our bedroom but I did notice the spare room door was closed so I went and opened it. She was putting on make up so it took her a second to notice me. When she did she quickly grabbed the coat and scarf she had laid out on the bed. Before she managed to put it on I did glimpse a very short black dress, which plunged to below her breasts and was completely open backed. I had never seen that dress before and the only time I’ve seen it since has been in the laundry basket.

Her: I could have been naked!
Me: So I’m not allowed to see you naked now?
Her (shaking her head and pouting): I’m just about to head out and see 35.
Me: Are… you sure it’s best to be spending the little potential alone time we have with him?
Her: He is my boyfriend.
Me: I’m being serious.
Her (moving closer to me and putting her hand on my arm): That is a serious point but, also, I don’t know when you’re free and I don’t want to sit at home every night waiting for you when I could be fucking my sexy boyfriend.
Me: I suppose.
Her (both hands on me now): But I am feeling a little tired today and maybe I could just stay here since you’re here. It’s just that 35 is going to his parents house for Christmas for two weeks. But it’s cold and I’m…
Me (kissing her on the lips – she didn’t move away and give me a disapproving eyebrow as she had the past two nights): Go. Have a lovely night.
Her (hugging me tight and whispering): Yours forever, even if you’re only second best.

That night her and 35 woke me up as they came into the flat a little tipsy. I could hear the sloppy sounds of kissing followed by the thump of bodies landing on the bed. I sat awake and recorded what I could onto an audio clip on my phone. He grunted her name several times and she she begged him to cum inside her. I particularly enjoyed her struggled screams of ‘I’m going to miss how good you make me cum’ as she did just that. It’s been about 6 weeks since then (though we were apart for around a week over Christmas) and I’ve spent a number of nights in ‘my’ bed. She’s semi-moved into the spare room such that she’ll get dressed there and if we’ve spent a nice evening together she’ll make a point of saying goodnight and going to bed alone. On nights where 35 is not over and I come home late, I do find her in my bed and she often cuddles up until we drift off.

So, as I said at the start of my very long story, this has made the run up to her anniversary (as opposed to ‘my’ anniversary which is the anniversary of the start of our relationship – it’s about a month before her cheating anniversary) quite a lot tougher because she’s gone from intimacy light to no affection. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure I could say it’s all getting too much, but it’s quite a novelty to have her actively avoid the sexual side of our relationship. She did get me a very expensive watch for my anniversary, in addition to some very nice work shirts I got for Christmas. She also suggested a number of things she wants to do with me, e.g. films, a particular restaurant we want to try, a pottery class, etc, all planned in the coming weeks after her anniversary. I think that’s her way of saying she’s also going to tone down things with 35 in favour of me.

I am looking forward to the weekend though. The plan is that I cook on Thursday for Friday, then I’m leaving straight after work on Friday evening for my friend’s house (haven’t seen him in years!) in another part of the country and travelling back on Monday (hence my day of holiday). Her plans are that 35 is coming over on Friday, they’ll eat the dinner I’ve cooked and presumably fuck relentlessly. On Saturday, she hasn’t told me what she’s got planned but Sunday, being the actual anniversary, based on our ‘traditions’, I can guess what will happen. Sunday she’ll get dressed up in lingerie I bought her, having sex all day in the lingerie. In the evening, using the credit card I left her (this is a new addition!) she’ll buy dinner from a nice restaurant before returning to sex. Throughout the day, she will completely ignore me so that she ‘can have quality time with her man’; she has promised she’ll delete any texts she gets without reading and hang up any calls I make. I do have a spare phone from when I lost one of my old phones and needed a temporary one, so we agreed that I can use that to contact her in an emergency. I did ask if that rule applied to Saturday and Friday evening and she said that texts and calls were likely to be ignored but not necessarily with such aggression as on Sunday. The exciting thing for me is that I get to ask about one new encounter that she previously hasn’t told me about. She has said that her and 35 stories are off-limits ‘unless they break-up’. I think she used ‘unless’ rather than ‘until’ to purposefully tease me because I’m pretty certain she doesn’t have plans to be with him forever! We discovered a time delay send option on her webmail last year, so she’s going to set it to send her sexy letter at a time on Sunday that I don’t know about. I have to let her know by tomorrow afternoon what I want her to tell me, and I’ve got a few ideas! It’s all really exciting.

– Proud”

Post #3 (this was a poll – the sex club option won)

Hopefully it isn’t against etiquette for a newbie to create a poll, but at certain special occasions throughout the year I’m allowed to specifically request information about a particular sexual encounter, as opposed to her telling me at her whimsy. The rules of the request aren’t to rigid, I just tend to get a reply that tends to be more specific if I ask more specific questions, so the more I know the better. But if I ask too much, and some of it is wrong then she’ll focus a lot on that to tease me.

For example, on Christmas, I asked her about that time I was convinced that once (earlier that December) that she’d been with a guy because I didn’t get a response to my text for ages (usually a good indicator). She responded telling me how there was tension that night and it was fun but nothing happened. She had slept with him at a party less than a week later (so before I asked her) but she didn’t tell me anything about it. She did intentionally let slip some hint a few days later and allowed me to badger her for a couple of weeks and she told me more details.

Also, If I ask too much she’ll just tell me little details about each incident, or even just ignore some questions altogether.

I was supposed to get back to her this afternoon, but as I’ll be super busy at work, being off ill yesterday, she said I can have until Friday morning, and I’ll get my story sometime on Sunday.

There are plenty of options, but here are the ones I want to know the most, in chronological order (all the numbers are probably in the right region but they are speculative on my part and numbers 20+ are probably wrong!):

#6 – Sometime between Sept 2008 – Feb 2009: A really old one but I know so little I didn’t even know what to ask. I’m sure something must have happened because she’s hinted at an encounter during her gap year before university. She had just turned 18, so going out drinking must have lead to something! It was before me though, so it’s not as exciting but I’ve just not known for so long!!

#25 – May 2012: She was studying abroad in continental Europe, and naturally they have erotic clubs there. She’s strongly hinted that every time she’s been to this particular club she’s had sex. I know about her other two times, but I’ve never found out about this third time. It’s pretty hot because it’s sex in public!

#26 – June 2012: A guy on tour with her sport’s team. One of the guy’s sports club at university, the one I played for, always toured with a girl’s sports club, her team. I wasn’t there for this tour but there was a lot of rumours flying around about her and this guy. I’ve always really really wanted to know if this was true or not, but I kinda know all the details already if it is true and if it’s false then I get nothing, so it always feels like a waste when I want to ask.

#32 – Aug 2013: There are a number of times when she went travelling last summer when she went silent for a night. A few of these were more suspicious that not. Particularly her birthday night (she was in Australia otherwise I would have gone to visit her). I think it’s really probably she did something on her birthday, but I don’t want to ask and get a negative response. I could ask about a few of the times as a blanket question but then I’ll get very little detail.

#34 – Sept 2013: One of only two guys I know she’s brought back to our new flat. They other one is now her boyfriend, this was just a one night stand. I heard them at it, but I don’t know the exact details or his name (or even if she knows his name). I want to ask because I’d like to fill in the details, but it seems best to use this opportunity on something entirely fresh.

Thanks for voting!!

-Proud

P.S. Forgot to say, I will post the details of the encounter here as thanks for the help!

post #4

So I asked her about the sex club. She had to go to her parent’s house (they don’t live too far away) to get some things before next week and this is her only change because, as she elatedly reiterated to me, she’s going to be ‘far too busy all weekend’. I Skype IMed her because I didn’t think she was coming back this evening, and this means I have the conversation history. In case anyone is interested I thought I’d post the exciting bits here. I’ve blanked out the bits that would give away names and/or locations and replace our names with ‘Me’ and ‘Her’.

[29/01/2014 18:37:44] Me: Oh that’s good, I didn’t realise. I’ll wait up then and we can watch it together. Anyway, I’ve decided what I want to know about on Sunday.
[29/01/2014 18:38:35] Her: Yay! Thats handy, I can write most of it on the train back
[29/01/2014 18:38:56] Her: Tho itll be a pain in the are to do it on my phone
[29/01/2014 18:39:11] Her: arse* fucking autocorrect
[29/01/2014 18:39:43] Her: Anyway spit it out. Whatca wanna know
[29/01/2014 18:41:01] Me: Well, I was thinking of going with the time you went back to [first place on her year abroad] and visited [her friends] during May before last
[29/01/2014 18:42:11] Her: Ahhhhh youve debated that one long enough. Sure you want to commit?
[29/01/2014 18:43:03] Me: Yeah, well… I mean you’ve given pretty strong hints that you went to [erotic club] and if you did, I’m SURE you got laid.
[29/01/2014 18:43:05] Her: One sec need to help mum set the table
[29/01/2014 18:43:18] Me: Well can I confirm you went there? I only want to know if I know you went there. Otherwise it’s a gamble.
[29/01/2014 18:43:21] Me: No probs
[29/01/2014 18:49:19] Her: K back soz
[29/01/2014 18:49:24] Me: ‘soz’ is lame
[29/01/2014 18:49:26] Her: Hmmmmmmm should I confirm…
[29/01/2014 18:49:31] Her: Whatevvvs youre more lame
[29/01/2014 18:49:53] Her: Defintely feel I shouldnt say after that BUT im super nice
[29/01/2014 18:49:55] Her: Soooooo yes
[29/01/2014 18:50:00] Me: Did you have sex there then?
[29/01/2014 18:50:12] Her: I have had sex in [erotic club]
[29/01/2014 18:50:23] Me: You know what I mean!!!
[29/01/2014 18:50:39] Her: BE SPECIFIC OR ILL BE AS VAGUE AS I WANT
[29/01/2014 18:50:40] Her:
[29/01/2014 18:50:41] Me: Fine
[29/01/2014 18:51:02] Me: Did you visit [erotic club] on the 5th and have sex there?
[29/01/2014 18:51:05] Me: Oops not the 5th
[29/01/2014 18:51:08] Her: 5th?
[29/01/2014 18:51:09] Me: That was [number 22] night
[29/01/2014 18:51:12] Me: I mean 19th
[29/01/2014 18:51:15] Her: It cant have been the 5th I went after your bday
[29/01/2014 18:51:36] Her: [number 22]? He was before I left [first place on her year abroad]. That wasnt may that was like jan or feb
[29/01/2014 18:51:42] Her: Dinner soon btw
[29/01/2014 18:51:47] Me: Yes. I made a mistake and corrected it and said the 19th.
[29/01/2014 18:51:49] Me: In May.
[29/01/2014 18:51:51] Me: 2012
[29/01/2014 18:52:08] Her: I have no idea if it was the 19th. Id have to checkmy notes
[29/01/2014 18:52:23] Her: Ill just trust you and your ocd excel of my life
[29/01/2014 18:52:35] Her: But I did go around then and I may have had sex…
[29/01/2014 18:52:48] Her: But you wont find out until sunday. If thats what you wanna ask
[29/01/2014 18:53:21] Her: …
[29/01/2014 18:53:32] Her: Have to go soon!
[29/01/2014 18:54:38] Me: Let’s go for it. I want all the details of your trip to [erotic club] in May 2012
[29/01/2014 18:54:42] Me: Sorry I was thinking
[29/01/2014 18:54:54] Me: Then I went to get a glass of water because my throat is still sore.
[29/01/2014 18:54:59] Her: Poor baby
[29/01/2014 18:55:40] Her: Anyway ive really gtg and after dinner I said id call the boyf which means my phone (and my hands ;)) will be busy

So, I’ve been quite busy but here’s the letter my girlfriend wrote! She told me more details after which I’m happy to divulge when I get a little more time.

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Hey Sweetie!
I’m going to be honest, I’ve really really wanted to tell you this one for a while now! I’m actually a little sad I’m not going to get to see your face and your cute expression of amazed shock as you read this but I think this story couldn’t be more appropriate for my slut anniversary! YIPPEE!!
So, it was the last night I was staying with [number 21 – fuck buddy from the first place she went on year abroad] and that entailed as much sex as you would imagine. The next afternoon I went to meet [friends] (after [21] finished filling me with what must have been the 100th load :)) and I got some lunch with them. We made a plan to go to [erotic club] later so we went to [female friend 1] and [female friend 1’s boyfriend]’s flat to have a few drinks and get ready. I know you’d love me to say I was in super high heels and stockings and stuff but you know what [first year abroad place] is like so flats and a plain dress… but under the dress was that very nice black bra and g-string set. As a verteran [erotic club]er, I was feeling particularly daring so I went in just shoes and thong, which was pretty exciting.
We all got drinks and went to the room at the back and were dancing and chatting for a little bit. I remember feeling a pair of big, rough hands on my hips and [female friend 1] and [female friend 2] gave me a subtle nod to say he was good looking so I let him continue. His hands went into my pants and started rubbing my clit which was great but every now and again I realised all my friends were right there. The other times I’d messed around here it’d been just me and the guy so it was scary but really exciting to basically being fingered in the middle of a group of people. I think this went on for a bit, as his hand that wasn’t rubbing me moved to my breasts and he tugged on my nipple rings a bit. It was only after a few minutes that I turned round and actually saw the guy. Here’s exactly what my notes say – Good-looking but not stunning. Has a great jawline. Body had a little bit of flab but clearly muscle underneath. 7, maybe 8 out of 10.
We used our hands on each other while we kissed. His dick was average length but it was very thick, which was exciting. I got onto my knees (bare knees on club floor – I was a bit unsure for a second haha) and got a condom from my bag. Sucking a wrapped dick is never the best experience (but your incessant badgering that even oral is unsafe has been noted! SEE!) but I felt super naughty because the others were still watching. I sucked him for not too long, then stood up again and kissed him. I then felt another pair of hands caressing my hips and it was [female friend 2]!! I turned round so that my back was to the guy and [female friend 2] was kissing me. He was rubbing my clit and she had her fingers inside me and it was sooooo good. It did NOT take long for me to cum and I noticed [female friend 1] looking excitedly scandalised. I dropped my knees again and stuck my head under [female friend 2]’s skirt and licked her out. I had intended to give her an orgasm… but my neck got tired after a while haha.
I had worried that the guy might get bored too, but he was still there and still hard haha. He had taken the condom off though (and his pants) so I took mine off too and stashed them in my bag before handing him another condom. I then bent over and leant against this square pillar/table thing they around the place for people to rest their drinks on. [female friend 1], [female friend 2] and [female friend 1’s boyfriend] were still watching as he entered me but I was bent over looking at the floor. He literally pummelled me. Like I don’t even know how he got to speeds like that. I almost fell over a couple of times and I definitely knocked my head against the pillar haha. Once I became comfortable with his pace I reached down to touch myself and I swear it only took like 15 seconds to cum. I went so weak at the knees we had to stop and I led him over to the sofas and then I lay on my side. I put one of my legs in the air he grabbed it then fucked me while I rubbed myself again. I don’t think I came again but I do remember making a lot of noise because he did hit some really good spots. After a little while he pulled me up so I was sitting up and we started fucking again in missionary. We kissed loads even for a few minutes after we came. I then said ‘that was amazing, thanks’ and he replied in another language that I assumed was thanks, which were the only words we said to each other ;). I went back to [female friend 2] who was waiting for me with my bag but the other two had disappeared to have sex. Apparently, they found watching me quite arousing, which was weird… but also pretty cool.
That’s all for now… but it’s not the end of the story… and I’m sure you’re going to bug me for more, especially when I tell you that this story goes from a run-of-the-mill two men in one day to the first time I had sex with four men in one day :o!!! Enjoy wanking off while [her current boyfriend] is deep inside me!
Love you!