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This is the fourth story in the series. It follows the events of " Going black at the park", " becoming a BBC addict" and "The Party". If you have not read those stories I strongly suggest you do so before reading this one. I am posting this story in the gay male category because the other three are in the same category. However it could just as well have been in the loving wives category. Sadly, literotica asks us to choose one. I hope everyone still enjoys.
To say I was nervous on the way home would be an understatement. Although I knew what had happened to me last night, my mind was still struggling to process it. I sat back and closed my eyes in the backseat of the taxi cab. I wondered what I would tell my girlfriend when I got home. I had not even called to let her know I would not be home. I opened my eyes and glanced down at my phone. I thought it strange that I did not even have a single missed call.
I shrugged, figuring that perhaps there was no cell service at the townhouse where I had spent the night. Besides I was kind of glad that she had not called with everything that had happened the night before.
When I finally got home I paid the driver and climbed out of the car. I noticed right away that Julie's car was parked in it's usual spot. She should've left for work almost an hour ago.
I walked up to the door and took a deep breath before reaching out and turning the door handle. The house was strangely quiet. I walked room to room but strangely there was no sign of my girlfriend. To be honest I was almost too relieved that she was not home to really be worried.
I had breakfast and decided to take another shower. Although I had showered before leaving the townhouse, after the events of last night I could still almost feel the sperm clinging to my skin. I walked up to the second-story bathroom and got undressed. I turned on the water and climbed into the shower. I let myself sink down and sat at the bottom of the shower, letting the warm comforting water run over me.
The water felt amazing and I sat there for a long time. My eyes were closed and I focussed solely on the feel of the hot water against my skin. It must've been an hour or more before I finally got out and dried off and got dressed.
As I walked out of the bedroom, I could hear voices downstairs. I recognized my girlfriend's voice as well as that of another man. Although I could not make out individual words I did hear Julie laugh.
I slowly went down the stairs and caught sight of her through the open doorway leading into the living room. She was on the couch and she seemed to be straddling another man, and kissing him deeply. I could not see the man sitting beneath her. All I could see was her long blonde hair which flowed down to her lower back. I could see her shapely cute little bubble butt and her long shapely legs were folded beneath her to either side of the legs of the man.
I was struggling within myself with how I should react. Part of me felt betrayed and angry. Those feelings were severely tempered by the events of the recent weeks. How could I really be mad about her being with another man after all I had done? Another part of me felt arousal and I decided to wait and see what would come next.
