Finding Out The Truth 2

I knew something was wrong. The signs were there if you looked closely enough. She was on her phone ALL THE TIME. She went to the toilet with her phone, even showered with her phone. She was constantly typing furiously away at the phone, smiling all the time as she typed away. You know that kind of smile I'm talking about. The flirty jokes smile you do when you're flirting with someone. Inwardly I fumed. And fumed. And fumed. It was eating me up but I am a typical African black man. I will not show the woman that she's gotten to me. Nope, not at all. And anyway it's not like we were married or something.

Mandy was my first Tinder relationship. We had been dating for close to a year after an intense three week courtship after matching on Tinder. She was, and still is a very sexy girl. Petite body, small boobs, witty and sexy. She had a dark skin tone, Lupita Nyong'o style which I absolutely loved. She accentuated her skin tone with an African swagger that was distinctive and stylish. I loved watching her dress up in the morning. All corporate-like, white blouse and a matching grey skirt suit were her favourite. She finished it off with brown high heels and well tended dreads that gave her a unique sultry sexy African look that I just loved. She was constantly late for work in our first few months dating as every time she'd get dressed she would get me so horny that I'd jump on her, hike her skirt up and pound her pussy hard and fast till we both came.

As time went by and things mellowed, we also mellowed. The sex life was ok, nothing spectacular. Relationship was ok, nothing spectacular. In hindsight, that was the problem. Everything was OK, nothing spectacular. Deep down inside I was bored to bits but I'd never admit it to her and I guess she was as bored with the relationship as I was.

The first time I noticed something was wrong was when I woke up in the middle of the night to find her cuddling on her phone, the bright light on her phone illuminating the dark room. Mandy was a sound sleeper, she was asleep within five minutes once her head hit the pillow. Staying awake two hours after we 'went' to bed was unheard off. We didn't live together, we weren't ready for that yet. I went to her place over the weekend because she didn't like my bachelor pad. When I asked her who she was chatting to she hurriedly switched off her phone and turned around to face me, telling me she couldn't sleep and was browsing Twitter. I knew that was bullshit but what could I do?

My opportunity to find out what was going on presented itself a week later. She forgot her phone at home when she went to work. I only found out because she wasn't replying to my messages and I called her office line. As soon as I hung up the phone, I dropped everything I was doing, gave my boss a dodgy excuse about some emergency at home and I took the rest of the day off.

I immediately headed to her place. The feeling of doubt and dread couldn't leave me. I had to find out who she was chatting to. I knew she didn't have a password on her phone, nor did I. It was something we agreed on when we first started dating. No secrets between us.....haa, the irony was laughable now.

I got to her house around 2pm. Got in with the keys she'd given me. Found her phone in the bedroom pedestal with the charger still plugged in. Logged onto her Whatsapp and immediately messages started flooding in from a guy called Jason. My feelings of doubt turned into horror, anguish, anger and jealousy as I read through the messages. They'd been chatting for 3 weeks, sometimes chatting from 6am in the morning to 11pm at night. The chats were a mix from the generic, 'how was your day', to the steamy, 'I like it hot, wet, dirty and wild.'

I couldn't believe this was the same Mandy. When we met, she was all about trust and honesty in a relationship now, less than a year later, here she was shamelessly flirting and sexting with a nerdy sounding guy called Jason. I could feel my anger boiling over. I felt like a incompetent fool, cuckolded by my girlfriend who would rather chat to somebody else than make love to me.

I sent the entire Whatsapp message to my email address, put back the phone as it was and left the house. I stewed in my car for a bit and then decided to go to a bar. It was a Friday so by 5pm the pub was full of the normal weekend. What was supposed to be a couple of beers turned out into a tequila filled binge drinking session fueled by vengeful thoughts of how I'd beat up Jason and dump Mandy.

I left the pub totally drunk, five hours after I got there and drove to Mandy's place. Staggered in dead drunk to find her on the couch, snuggled in her sofa, heater on, warm blanket around her, a glass of wine on one hand, phone on the other hand.

'Who the fuck is Jason?' I shouted at her as I walked in the house. No preamble, no greeting. Straight to the attack.

She looked at me in surprise.

'What?'

'Jason. You've been chatting with him for weeks now. Don't deny it, I read your Whatsapp,' I shouted. 'You've been making a fool of me for weeks. Telling me you're not horny while you're busy sexting with Jason. Would you rather fuck Jason?'

'You know what, fuck you!! How dare you go through my phone? Yes, I'd rather fuck Jason. He's hotter than you,makes more money, doesn't drink all the time like you do, isn't boring in bed...I'd rather fuck him. I haven't but I'd rather fuck him anytime.' She angrily shouted back.

I stared at her in shock and anguish.

'You know what. Call him. Call him. Right now. Let him come over and fuck you then,' I said shouted angrily.

'Fuck you...you know what. I'll just do that. He's been wanting to be with me but I've refused because I have a boyfriend...fuck that. I'm calling him now,' She said. Her fingers went into overdrive as she texted Jason.

'You're full of shit. Talking about trust and honesty while you are busy sex chatting with everyone on the net. I'm done with this shit.' I said as I walked off to the bedroom.

'Jason will be here in ten minutes, get your things and get the fuck out before he comes.'

'Fuck you and fuck Jason. I'll take as much time as I damn want,' I said as I angrily packed my clothes into a plastic bag. 'You know what, I'll even wait for Jason and give him a piece of my mind,' I said.

'Haa....Jason will beat your stupid drunk ass if you try something.'

"We'll see about that,' I said grittily.

Three minutes later, while I was still furiously packing my stuff, there was a knock on the door. Mandy was up in a flash, running to open the door. I stomped over to see this Jason guy for myself. Inwardly I was hoping he'd say something stupid so I had the excuse to start a fight. The alcohol in my blood wanted retribution.

Jason stepped in the lounge and embraced Mandy. I looked at him and immediately knew there was no fighting happening that would be started by me. He was huge! Like 2 metres tall, broad shoulders, narrow hips, dirty blonde hair and totally white. I stared in shock as I realized Jason was a white fellow. I had never bothered to ask Mandy and she hadn't bothered to tell me. Not only was he a white dude, he was a very good looking and massive dude who would totally wipe the floor with me if I tried anything stupid. I'd seen his type many times before in pubs. The pumped up white rugby boys, moneyed and itching for a fight at the drop of a hat. My paunchy 1.8 metre frame was no match for this guy and I knew it. I stared at him speechlessly as he stared at me with a slight smirk on his face.

'Mandy says you want to talk to me, I'm here.' He said.

I just stared at him speechlessly.

'You got a problem with me chatting up your girlfriend?' He taunted.

Mandy smirked at his side, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

He glanced over my side and saw my pile of clothes scattered all over the bedroom.

'Your going away? You can't go now? We've just started.' He said. 'I haven't fucked your girlfriend yet, I'm gonna fuck her right in front of you and there's nothing you can do about it,' He said. 'Sit the fuck down.'

He stepped up to me and stabbed my chest with a meaty finger and pushed me into the couch. Looked at me as if inviting me to start something. I looked at his huge hands and my manhood crawled back into itself. I looked down. We both knew he'd won. He was the alpha man here, not me.

He turned around to Mandy and kissed her passionately. Mandy was caught by surprise but she responded enthusiastically, sticking her tongue out, french kissing him deeply as I watched, my face dark with humiliation.

He casually bent over and picked her up like she was a child. Laid her on the sofa. In one swoop, he removed his t-shirt to reveal a muscled torso, the stuff of women's romance novels. I knew I was no match for him. Years of lazy middle class living had resulted in a big beer belly, here was a fit good looking man in his prime, an alpha male, seducing my woman right in front of me and there was nothing I could do about it but watch.

'Take off your clothes.' He told Mandy.

The lust in Mandy's eyes was there for us to see. She didn't need to be told twice. She tossed away her t-shirt and unclasped her bar. Her gorgeous black breasts fell over as they were released from the confines of her bra. He reached over and cupped them tenderly as he kissed her. Her arms were all over his broad shoulders, caressing, stroking and scratching him in a frenzy of passion.

He casually looked at me and told Mandy, 'remove your panties.'

I knew this was a message to me. I got your woman and there's nothing you can do about it. Mandy eagerly arched her hips and removed her shorts and panties leaving her totally naked for us to see. She resumed her position, his legs and torso between hers, ready to sink into her at any moment.

'Remove my jeans.' He told her.

She quickly reached up, unstrapped his belt, pulled down his jeans, helped him wrangle them from his feet. He was left with some fancy white Jockey briefs.

He smirked at me as he delivered another blow.

'Remove my briefs.'

Mandy reached out and hooked her fingers into the briefs, pulled the briefs down and gasped in shock and wonder. My eyes widened as one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen popped out. It was massive and veiny, visibly enlarging menacingly as Mandy and I both looked at it. It has to be at least ten inches long and three inches wide. Mandy tentatively reached over and fondled it. The cock sprang up with her touch and a dollop of pre-cum appeared on the massive white head.

'Suck it!'

She didn't need another word. She reached up and engulfed the cock with her small mouth. The shape of the cock looked obscene in her mouth as she slowly slid her fingers and mouth over the big veiny cock. I stared in fascination, my cock now hard, straining in my jeans.

I'd seen men's cocks many times in the gym but this was the first time I'd ever seen a hard cock live. I was reasonably well endowed, I had a nice 7 inch cock which most women loved. They said it fit perfectly in them. But his cock was something else. It was a specimen of beauty and virility. It was the kind of cock that made men waste millions of dollars in penis enlargement schemes. It was a work of art!

Mandy slobbered over his cock as he looked on with a smile on his face. He turned over to look at me, smiling and smirking at the same time. Safe in the knowledge that he was the alpha man here and there was nothing I could do about it. He suddenly grasped Mandy's face while still looking at me. He started fucking Mandy's mouth as Mandy tried to push him away in vain. He would rape her mouth for like a minute and then stop, give her time to recover her breath and then start again. After a few minutes, Mandy was just a husk of herself. She had tears in her eyes, snot running down her nose, saliva dripping from her face as her mouth was ruthlessly fucked. Her hands had fallen down her side, powerless to stop the inevitable.

He suddenly stopped and looked at me.

'Get me a condom,' he said.

Mandy turned to look at me to see what I would do. I hesitated for a moment before I meekly went to the bedroom and returned with a condom. They were both looking at me now, Jason had his usual smirk on his face, Mandy had a look of scorn and disgust on hers.

'Open it.' Jason said.

I tore up the wrapper and handed the condom to him. She took it and masterfully sheathed it on his massive cock, struggling to fit it in fully. When she was done, he stepped back, wrapped his hands around the back of her knees and effortlessly pushed her back, her butt now suspended in midair, primed for his cock.

'Put it in,' he said.

She reached out, grasped his cock and placed the head on the mouth of her pussy. I could see the faint glistening of her arousal as he slowly started pushing in,her hand guiding his cock into her pussy. She gasped and made funny sounds as the cock entered her pussy. Her other hand was clenching and unclenching the sofa, her face a grimace filled with pain, lust and desire. He started making small pumps as he went in.

'Oh..oh, that feels soo good!' She said.

'Does it baby? You like it? You like this big white cock fucking your black pussy?'

'I love it..love it!'

Her eyes widened as he reached rock bottom.

'I've never been so full in my life. Fuck me baby.'

He slowly started pumping up and down. Mandy reached up and twined her hands around his back, gyrating her hips against his cock as he started speeding up the pace. Soon they were slamming into each other making nasty obscene noises as he fucked her.

'You like that baby? You like that white cock fucking you?'

SLAM SLAM.

'I love it. Fuck my black pussy with that white cock. Make me your black slut.'

SLAM SLAM.

'You want that...you want to be my black slut?'

SLAM SLAM.

'Yes. Yes. I want to be yours. I want to be your black slut,' Mandy screamed.

He stopped, pulled out and looked at her.

'I don't fuck my sluts with a condom.' He said.

She didn't hesitate. She reached out and removed the condom and placed the cock back at her pussy lips.

'Fuck your black slut,' She said.

He went into overdrive. He was pummelling her with long strokes, his hands tightly gripping her knees as his bare cock battered her pussy. He looked at me as he fucked her.

'This is how us white boys fuck black women.' He said to me, 'can you fuck her like this?'

'You can't keep her because you don't know how to fuck her. She needs to be fucked like a slut. Isn't that so baby?' He asked.

'Yes yes...fuck me like a slut, a whore. I'm your whore. You own me. Fuck me.' Mandy wailed.

This seemed to spur him on to greater heights. He violently pummeled her, his back glistening with sweat, her face a mask of lust and delight.

"I'm cumming. Your black slut is cumming." She screamed.

Her whole body shook as her climax took over. It was like she had been electrocuted, her body quivered as waves and waves of pleasure overcame her. This set him off. With one shout he came violently into her.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' He screamed.

He continued pumping into her, his cum now overflowing all over his cock and her pussy mingling with her juices to give off an intoxicating smell. He kissed her deeply as they both came down from the highs of orgasm. He looked at me and smiled.

"That's how you fuck a woman," he said as he laughed.

Mandy joined him, laughing weakly in delight.

"Take your sorry ass and get the fuck out of my house. I got a real man now.' Mandy said.

Jason looked at me with a smirk on his face.

"You heard her...get the fuck out!" He said.

I hung my face with embarrassment and humiliation as I got up and walked to the bedroom.

"I think he came...look at his pants!" Mandy said while laughing.

I looked down in horror to see it was true. A wet blotch was spreading all over my pants. I had cum without even touching my cock. Tears of humiliation came to my face as I packed the last of my clothes. I stumbled to the door not caring if there was anything of mine left in the house, not daring to look at the lovers. I just wanted to leave the center of my humiliation. I opened the door and stumbled into the night. I could barely see my way to the car. Got in and drove home while crying. Got home and almost fell as I rushed into the house, whipped off my pants and stroked my cock again as the tears of anger and humiliation coursed through my face. As I came the second time that night the picture in my mind was that humongous white cock fucking my former girlfriend's tight black pussy.