My Indian girlfriend made me a cuckold at university,
The first time I saw her, i was in the first year of university. We were both studying finance. She was absolutely beautiful, quite short, about 5’1. A pretty face, thin body (size 6) 32DD breasts ( I learnt later) and a nice ass that I loved to watch as she walked. She always wore heels.
I told a female friend how much I liked her. It just so happened that this friend had spoken to her a couple of times. She told me her name, but also warned me.. ‘she’s got a few issues..’
I didn’t know what to make of that. But I was delighted to see her open profile on Facebook. I spent hours trawling through her pictures, admiring her.. and I’m ashamed to say fantising and wanking over her . As I got past the more recent pictures I saw the older ones. Her last boyfriend was a big black guy called Sean (6ft+ , muscular, strong and intimidating) .. he looked way too big for a small girl like her. But there were so many pictures of them kissing while she looked into the camera.
I stalked her Facebook over the next year or so, and over the summer saw her change her relationship status back to single. As the second year of university began, her new pictures were of drunken nights out. There were a few of her 21st birthday party, where she was grinding on the dance floor with a white, but handsome and nerdy looking guy with glasses, her had his arms around her as she pressed up against him.
I finally got to meet her as a small group of classmates formed a extra study class. We were both a part of it, and we got talking over a group coffee break.
We got together shortly afterwards, the sex was amazing. She was insatiable, dirty and kinky, she had a really high sex drive. As a virgin, I was amazed, and truly spoilt. Her favourite was being fucked against a wall, but I wasn’t strong enough to give that to her.
We had a slightly on and off relationship for a while, and we took a break over the summer. We got speaking again towards the beginning of the third year. We both told each other that we hadn’t been with anyone else during the few months that we were broken up. I went to visit her for a few days before the term started, we didn’t do anything for the first three nights, but on the fourth day I took her shopping , treated her to a few things, and we finally had sex again when we got back. The next morning she left early for work. I stayed over at her place, planning to do some studying.
I opened up her laptop, and noticed that her Facebook was logged in. I shouldn’t have, but the curiosity got the better of me. I looked through her private messages
There were quite a few, two from close friends of mine, trying to flirt with her, she’d ignored them both.
One however, was a guy called Dean. His profile picture was a good looking, muscular white guy with two hot girls next to him. It looked like they worked together at the cinema.
The messages were along the lines of:
Dean: wish you were here again baby. My cock is missing you