Cheating Young Girlfriend

Ever since we met in college, I was wary of what other people would say about my girlfriend. As a nineteen-year-old sophomore, Annabelle was the girl that seemed innocent until you got to know her. I had known her since late freshman year of high school and had watched her blossom from awkward young petite blonde with absolutely no sexual experience to extremely sexual more mature young petite blonde in a matter of two or three years.

When I began to court Annabelle my senior year, she was a virgin with little appetite for sex. After roughly two years of seeing her, she had transformed into an unprecedented level of sexual appetite and eagerness. As a tight young petite blonde, Annabelle had limited herself and I knew it. My desire for porn and erotic stories eventually caused me to succumb and draw her in. At first, it started innocently enough, with my own subconscious pushing for us to roleplay various scenarios. We began with the most obvious scenarios, such as delivery man and bored housewife. After some basic prodding, Annabelle began to take to these roleplays with an extremely wet center every time. I began to test her sexual limits with my hands and fist until I could no longer push her with my fingers or penis alone. Her favorite roleplay, however, occurred towards the end of her climax and involved a hypothetically large member inserting into her and finishing her.

On a whim, I used a debit card my grandmother had given me for Christmas to purchase a toy for Annabelle and I to play with as we rang in the New Year. My mistake was ordering her toy while I was blackout drunk at a Christmas party. The party had caused me to miss the 22nd with Annabelle and my family. Annabelle added to my frustration by sending me a picture of her in red underwear and matching bra humping the fake Christmas tree we had purchased. As glanced at that photo and finished off a bottle of schnapps at my desk, I had the sudden inclination to order sexual toys. A few clicks in, I realized her "gift" had no way of arriving by Christmas, yet ordered the most realistic but inconspicuous dildo I could find in a drunken stupor. I thought, in my drunken state, that I had ordered a soft looking pink dildo that Annabelle could play with in front of me.

Instead, somehow I had ordered a realistic cyberskin black dildo. Amazon did not alert me of the difference in memory until the package arrived. Mortified, I checked my phone on Christmas Eve and saw the recent delivery. I reviewed my drunken purchase and felt ashamed. Hoping I could return it, I created a return able as I finished work for the day. Unbeknownst to me at the time, my girlfriend had answered the door semi naked and signed for the box. Without thinking, my girlfriend took the box to the bedroom and opened it, believing the contents to be a BLU Ray or xbox controller. Instead, the plastic lining of the cyberskin dildo revealed itself and my she tore into the packaging without thinking. With little interest but plenty of repent horniness, Annabelle explored the inside of the package on her own for the next couple of hours. Near the end of the work day, I checked my account again and saw that the package had been delivered. I clicked on the product details and saw firsthand my drunken mistake. The sexual toy that I had ordered for my young girlfriend and I to experiment with was 9" long and simulated the girth of a real BBC. I checked the shipping details and was startled to know it was updated to show delivered at doorstep.

Instead of confronting the impending "delivery" head on, I let the issue resolve itself naturally. Of course, without the actual dildo product, I had presumed the "misguided" toy had been delivered to the wrong address and I continued with regular life when I received my credit back in the early part of January. During a fairly routine dive into the year's expenditure's, I saw the delivery of the toy. While Annabelle went to the store, I browsed the walk in closet, expecting to find nothing but curious nonetheless. After poking around briefly, I found the cyberskin black dildo. I had presumed it lost but inspected it deeper and found it smelling like sexual fluids and tucked it away.

I decided to ignore the discovery and let the toy move around the bedroom seemingly without my knowledge. This continued on for 2-3 months until my girlfriend used my laptop for a project and forgot to logout. Not only did she forgot to logout of the course website but Annabelle forgot to logout of her Apple ID and the media and subsequent photos synced. Knowing there was a tight deadline, I browsed her computer whilst she used the toilet. In just a few minutes, I had logged into her website alternate accounts and checked the results. Not only did Annabelle have an Adult Friend Finder account that auto populated, but several other dating websites popped up as well. Curiously, I checked each browsing history address and loaded the websites that came with it.

Not only did nineteen year old Annabelle have pictures of others sent to her, but she had sexually suggestive images on each of the profiles that I browsed. Strangely, as I perused my girlfriend's robust search history, my penis hardened and remained erect throughout. Never before had the thought of my girlfriend's vagina being "misplaced" and enjoyed by another intrigued me. Yet, the thought rang to the forefront of my mind as I poked around on my laptop computer. Finally, I could hold the thought in no longer as I found the 9" cyberskin dildo in Annabelle's panty drawer. I came almost immediately panty drawer. I came almost immediately upon the discovery but hid it unto myself. I saw now the length and girth that came only with a toy of that size. I continued to place the large dildo in the usual spot and marveled at each time I could sneakily pick it up and insert it in Annabelle while we had normal sex.

Nearly three months after Griffin began to notice Annabelle coming home with an increasingly less tight inside, he got surprisingly wise. And yet, as Annabelle and Griffin's relationship changed, no one spoke of the difference head on. That is, until the discovery that would change their deep and painstakingly managed relationship forever. One afternoon, I got back early and parked my car in the driveway. I walked into the living room from the garage and heard the unmistakable sound of moaning. Instead of feeling my blood boil and my face grow red hot on its own, I stuck through that feeling and continued to listen to the muffled moans and screams. Instead of attacking the source of the animal noises, I stood in the entrance and listened for seemingly forever.

Finally, the source of the sounds got the best of me and I quietly crept up to the master bedroom. When I arrived at the top of the stairs, I was hit with the depth and scope of the infidelity occurring in that moment. My typically shy girlfriend was laying spread eagle on my desk as a large black gentleman stood between her legs and thrusted forward again and again.

I watched in shock as at least seven inches of hard black penis rammed into my young white girlfriend every second. I could see Annabelle's face from my vantage point and it was clear she was contributing to the majority of satisfactory sounds. Rather than breaking up the action, I hid and tugged at my penis as my little girlfriend eventually came and let the black cock pull out and shoot all over Annabelle's face and mouth for almost a full minute. Watching the thick ropes of cum tarnish my sweet girlfriend's face proved too much for me and I lost my short strokes soon after. In no time at all, I was left standing to the side while my girlfriend went inside a restaurant to eat with the large black man whilst covered in his cum and not responding to my own text messages.