My Indian girlfriend made me a cuckold at university

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I was once chilling at her place when Shane knocked on her door. He came with a small gift bag, some bath gels for her birthday. He saw me sitting on the bed, but didn’t pay me any more attention. They spoke for about half an hour while I sat there listening to them. Every so often his hands would creep up to hold her waist, he ‘d whisper something into her ear and she would giggle. I excused myself, annoyed at being ignored to get some water. When I got back 10 minutes later, he excused himself and left. As soon. As he’d gone. She saw me on the bed, and straddled me. She was soaking wet like I’d never seen before. She gave me the ride of my life. But she made me wear a condom, which she’d never done before

I was really confused about beside myself for the first few weeks after this. On one hand it turned me on so much . Just picturing my delicate, beautiful girlfriend being used by these guys. On the other I hated being lied to. It was constant torture worrying about where she was, and who she was with. It was eating me alive. She’d made a new friend during a group coursework called Amish. They were spending a lot of time together, and even went to the cinema a few times on their own. She insisted they were just friends, but I was uncomfortable with how quick they were to let their touch linger on each other’s while I was there.

It all came to a head when we were sitting watching TV one evening at my place. Her phone kept buzzing and it began to annoy me. I eventually snatched it off her. She fought desperately to take it back from me. Tears flowing from her eyes as I pushed her hands aside. She sat helplessly as I read the latest message from Gary. The phone buzzed in my hand.

(Newest to old)

Gary: sure. Just knock on my door when you get back baby. I’ll be up.. and so will he:)

Shreena: Just stuck at my friends place Wish I was with you right now. Are you at home? Wish I was wrapped up in your big arms. Xxx

Gary: don’t worry baby. Everything will be ok. I’ll look after my girl.. what are you up to babe?

Shreena: thanks so much for everything I’ve been so stressed out lately. I really appreciate the other night.

I quickly scrolled through… there were hundreds of messages between them.

What the fuck is this I asked? Furious. ‘We’re just friends. Give me my phone back. You have no right to read my messages’ was her reply. Her anger also starting to rise. But she was biting her lip. She was squirming. ‘ Don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t give me that crap. How stupid do you think i am. ‘

She snatched her phone and walked straight out of the front door. I didn’t hear from her for two weeks , but I resolved that I wouldn’t contact her again. I cried a lot. And o was heartbroken. But I couldn’t help wanking over the thought of her with these other guys several times a day.. imagining what they were doing to her..

Two weeks later, she messaged me saying. “I don’t want us to end. I love you’. Can we talk?

I replied back saying ‘I love you too. Yes. Do you want to come over? We should talk in person. ‘

She was reluctant, and wanted to speak over the phone. I held my ground, and a few hours later she was over at mine wearing a tight fitted black dress and showed off her ass perfectly. We spoke very briefly to begin with, tje awlward conversati9nal topics you normslly cover after a fight. How are you, how have you been? By the time we got round to addresing the elephant in the room i was so tired and fed up of being lied to. I just said ‘ I know about Dean, I know about Amish, Gary and Shane. ‘ (I didn’t know about all of them, I just suspected, but I bluffed) I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It hurts me so much. I can’t stand it. I’ve been thinking about it every hour of every day the last two weeks. But it’s not the other guys. It’s the lying I hate the most. I can’t live like this anymore. I need you to stop lying , I need you to he honest with me. I can’t be with someone I don’t trust’. She began to cry again, and when she replied her bluntless caught me by surprise. ‘You’re right. About all of them.. and there’s a few more too (My eyes widened at this point). The truth is, I love you. I really do. But, I’m just not that attracted to you. It’s not that you aren’t attractive, you are. And I’m sure there are girls out there who would really find you hot. But for me, I like taller, bigger men. But i still love how safe and secure I feel with you. I don’t want to lose that. ‘ I replied ‘i have to he honest… As much as I hate to admit.. the thought of you with these other guys kind of turns me on a bit. Just imagining what you’re both doing together, how they all seduce you into their beds.. or yours. I’ve been thinking a lot. And i think I’m willing to let you continue doing it. I don’t want to stop you. You and speak to, and fuck who you want. But there’s one condition. I want to know everything. I want to know all the details, I want to see all the messages, and you have to tell all the guys about me. I need 100% transparency from you.”

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