This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. This chapter's a bit unlike the others, in ways that will quickly become clear.
As always, many thanks to the reader who proposed the idea for the story and whose input has helped guide me as I wrote. Thanks as well to the other readers who've offered feedback and suggestions.
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Jess woke up in Ian's bed, her head resting on his chest, his arm around her shoulders. She was stiff and sore, as if she had an intense workout and went to bed without stretching properly. It was a bit ironic—she had indeed had an intense workout the night before, but stretching had been a big part of it.
Ian's enormous organ had stretched her cunt out, much better than her boyfriend Kyle had ever managed. After their first fuck shattered the bed, he had pinned her to the wall and fucked her until she screamed for more. He didn't flag after dumping his first load into her pussy, either. They had returned to the wrecked bed for their second fuck, rutting like beasts until both of them lost control and collapsed into unconsciousness. And then, at some point during the night, Jess had woken up to find Ian hard and ready, and she mounted his sleeping form and rode him until he woke up and took control, forcing her face-first against the wall separating his room from her boyfriend's and driving his prick into her until he unloaded in her a third time.
They didn't go back to sleep immediately after that last fuck; instead, they continued to kiss and cuddle for an hour or so, before Jess knelt between Ian's spread legs and serviced him one final time, sucking on his monstrous cock until it pulsed and throbbed in her mouth and unleashed a final heavy load for her to greedily consume.
She could still feel his seed dripping slowly from her cunt and puddling beneath her. They were both naked; Ian was stretched out on his bed, his enormous cock limp against his thigh. Jess had curled up in his arms, pressing her body against his as they slept. Jess looked around the room, surveying the destruction. Apart from the bed, they had managed to do some damage to the walls; the headboard had knocked a hole in the wall, as had Ian's fist at one point. There was a stain on the carpet marking the place he had first cum in her, where their mixed juices had spilled from her to pool on the floor. Their clothes were scattered around the room haphazardly.
The scene reminded her of the time she had come to visit her boyfriend Kyle to find that he had been partying with Kyle the night before. The two of them had wrecked Kyle's room, with the help of some of Ian's friends—although Ian and Jess had done a lot more damage and probably had a lot more fun as well. Thinking of this reminded Jess that she had cheated on Kyle, who loved her. And what was worse, she had only gone to Ian's room to keep him from keeping Kyle awake. Ian had a habit of bringing over random sluts and fucking them senseless, all night and every night. Poor Kyle hadn't had a good night's sleep in weeks, and it had been wearing him down. Jess agreed to sleep with Ian in exchange for his leaving Kyle alone—but when she did, the two of them had a loud, long fuck. There was no doubt in her mind that Kyle hadn't slept a wink.
Jess knew she should feel guilty for all of this, and she did, just a bit. But the guilt was overwhelmingly swamped by a feeling of wicked pleasure. She had fucked Ian, and it had been the best fuck of her life. And Kyle had been just next door, probably trying all manner of things to get the noise out of his head. She started to worry, though, at the possibility that Kyle knew it had been her next door.
She got out of bed, moving slowly and quietly so as not to disturb Ian. She poked around the room until she found her phone. There were nine texts from Kyle and four voice-mails. The first text read, "Ian's fucking some whore again—probably that slut from dinner. Can I come over to escape?" The next, sent only ten minutes later, said "They're really loud. She's a screamer." And then, "Sorry about letting him sit with us at dinner. Really really sorry. Please let me come over. Just need somewhere to sleep, I promise." The rest of the texts got increasingly pathetic, as the night wore on and Kyle was tormented without respite by the fucking couple next door.
Jess played the first voice mail. She heard Kyle's voice along with loud white noise in the background, as he said "I promise I'm not lying, babe. Please listen to this." Then he must had held the phone up toward the wall, because she heard herself, screaming her head off over and over, and the rhythmic thud, thud, thud of Ian driving her into the wall again and again. Kyle's voice returned. "See? This one's the loudest yet, and they've been at it for almost an hour. Please please please let me come stay the night in your room. At least call me back or text me." The other messages were more of the same. Kyle might have been crying in the last one; it was hard to tell; his voice was almost drowned out by Jess's wails, even through the wall, as she cried out for Ian to fuck her harder and make her forget her boyfriend's name.
Kyle had unintentionally provided her with a record of the best sex of her life, and also shown that he hadn't realized that she was the one getting ravaged by Ian and his horse cock . It wasn't surprising; on the rare occasions that she had let Kyle fuck her, she had been quiet and demure. She thought Kyle knew what he was doing, but now that she had been fucked by a real man she knew she couldn't settle for a two-pump chump like Kyle.
She heard a noise from the bed and saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Jess looked over to see that Ian had woken up, in more ways than one—he was sitting up against the wall, one knee raised, and his hand was shuttling up and down on his fully engorged shaft. Ian was looking directly at her as he stroked himself, his hand moving at a languid pace. "Good morning, she said, smirking slightly. She walked over to the bed, swaying her hips lasciviously as she went. "And good morning to you, too," she said, leaning down to plant a kiss right on the tip of Ian's cock. "I can't believe you're up for more after last night."
