It was Valentine's day, and my girlfriend, Elizabeth, was travelling again. It was the way of life to be dating a flight attendant, so it was to be expected. But it also always drove my insecurities and my desires wild.
We'd been together for years, and I never had any reason to think that she was unfaithful, but part of me couldn't shake the idea. When she would tell me she was staying in a hotel for the night before a return flight, I couldn't help but wonder. At home, her libido was huge; sometimes, I struggled to keep up, and I knew she was being hit on, especially when she was in her uniform. Her tight white blouse showed off her bust, the silly blue scarf thing being the only coverage for the gaping strain of the buttons. Her tight black skirt and high heels made her look unbelievably tempting.
I was sure that when she checked into her hotel and went down to the hotel bar for a drink, someone would hit on her, maybe the bartender or a businessman travelling. The idea that she was sleeping around behind my back made me feel sick to the stomach and incredibly aroused at the same time. I know it's wrong, getting turned on by the idea of your girlfriend fucking others and you not knowing. At the same time, whenever I thought about it, I couldn't help but think about all the possibilities and risks. Elizabeth is allergic to the pill, and when she tried an implant, she ended up very sick, so we use condoms. But she doesn't take condoms with her. I know I shouldn't have checked her luggage to see if she was bringing condoms with her. I know it's creepy, but I couldn't help myself. If she were taking condoms with her, it would have let me know she was cheating. But there was nothing, which made me think that either, she wasn't cheating on me or relied on the guys to provide protection. Of course, there was the possibility that she didn't use protection at all.
As I sat at home, waiting for her phone call, she always phoned me after checking in to her hotel. I was rock hard. My mind went over the possibility again and again. I felt like I could throw up from tension, but at the same time felt my cock throbbing in arousal.
Suddenly my computer started to ding, a video call from Elizabeth. I hit answer straight away. "Oh wow," I said as the camera turned on. My girlfriend, 600 miles away, was standing in front of the computer wearing nothing but lingerie.
"Happy Valentine's," she said, "I'm hoping to break this in soon," she said about the incredibly erotic and revealing lacy lingerie.
"Sorry, how soon?" I stuttered.
She laughed. She knew of my secret fetish and sometimes played it up for me. "When I get home, silly. You don't think I would fuck someone else on Valentine's day, do you?"
My voice squeaked as I replied, "No, not on Valentine's day," I told her. "You look incredible. I wish I were there."
She pouted at the camera, "Me too, honey, now I don't have long. The girls and I are having some drinks to make up for not being able to be with the men in my life. So I'm going to get dressed as we talk."
Now it was my turn to pout, "I was hoping we could, you know," I faltered.
"You were hoping we could have a little one-on-one time online?" she asked me. I shrugged while I watched her pull on a long, slim and red dress showing a lot of cleavage. "Just think of how hot it will be when I get home if you are all frustrated?"
I laughed, "And how sore I will be till then?" I said.
She just laughed and smiled sweetly at me. "I will try and give you a call if it's not too late when I get back from drinks. Have a great night, and I will see you tomorrow afternoon."
She blew me a kiss and stepped up to her laptop, and pressed a button. I went to close down the app before I realised that I could still see her, and the white-blue glow of the screen no longer shone off her skin. I quickly hit mute as I realised Elizabeth had turned her screen off instead of shutting her computer down.
My mind raced as I watched her take her room key and leave. Did she know? Did she do it deliberately? Was it just a mistake? I knew I should shut down the app, that this was like spying on her, but as I thought about it, I realised I was humping nothing in arousal. Maybe she was going to try and make my sick fantasy come true? Perhaps she was really cheating on me, and this would let me find out.
I groaned in frustration and decided to walk away from the computer for a while. I prepared a microwave dinner and had a beer before returning to the computer. Still, my mind couldn't stop thinking through everything. Being aroused, specifically about Elizabeth being unfaithful, made me think more about my secret fetish. I had a quick shower and got redressed in my satin boxers before returning to the computer.
I read a few stories about hot wives and looked up a video or two, hoping I could flog off and at least alleviate the sick arousal, but it didn't work. I couldn't really flog off. It wasn't the stories I desired, and it wasn't the videos of hot wives. My desire was for Elizabeth to do that to me, and I couldn't seem to get off on the fantasy like I usually would; instead, it just made me more aroused.
I jumped online to play a game or two, hoping mindless violence would distract me, but that, too, failed. I was clumsy in my distraction, missing shots I usually would have gotten.
About two and a half hours after Elizabeth left to drink with her workmates, I heard giggling and quickly quit the game, leaving my teammates short. What I saw on the screen shocked me, scared me and aroused me. Elizabeth led a man into her hotel room, closing the door behind them before leaning into him to kiss.
He was tall, handsome and well built and even as I started to cry, I felt my cock harden with arousal and poke from the fly of boxers. They whispered to each other as they kissed, and Elizabeth unbuttoned his shirt. Then she stepped back from him and pulled the dress over her head, revealing the sexy red set she had told me only a few hours ago that she wanted to break in.
"Damn, you are smoking," the man said as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her to grab her arse. After several more moments of kissing, Elizabeth's hands moved to his belt, and he pulled the open shirt from his shoulders. My girlfriend pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion, revealing his stiff cock, which to my shame, appeared longer and thicker than my own. I quickly went from crying to sobbing, even as my cock throbbed and oozed precum.
I had never felt so aroused or sick as I watched him push my girlfriend back onto the bed and kick his way out of his pants gathered at his ankles. As he crawled naked on top of her, I heard him say, "I can't believe your boyfriend lets you out of his sight."
I moaned and brought one hand to my cock; using my precum as lube, I started to masturbate myself. He knew she had a boyfriend and seemed happy with it. "He trusts me," Elizabeth replied. I could hear, more than see, the smile in her voice as the unknown man kissed his way down her body, paying particular attention to her cleavage. As he reached her stomach, his hands pulled at her panties, and she lifted her arse to give him better access.
"Oh my God," I moaned as I saw this unknown man kiss her soft bush. As he started to eat her, Elizabeth reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and revealing her perfect firm breasts. Then she guided his hand to her tit as he continued to eat her to a screaming orgasm.
"God, you are so much better at that than my boyfriend," she said to him.
I sobbed again, even as I continued to stroke my cock, my precum was thick and whiteish, and I realised I was oozing cum, but unable to release it. I momentarily thought that this must be what milking feels like before my eyes were drawn back to the screen as the man said. "I want to fuck those tits."
Elizabeth giggled, "Just my tits? Your cock is big enough that you can probably fuck my tits and mouth at the same time."
