There were people all around. It was Friday night, and the guys of the apartment had decided to throw a small party. I knew it would be a good time, so I invited my girlfriend from out of town. I didn’t see her that much, so it would be fun to be able to drink and party a bit with her. I was wearing some jeans and a stupid shirt with a catchphrase or something. My girlfriend, Jenny, was wearing white short shorts and a black shirt that I wasn’t a huge fan of because it had no sleeves and had such a large gap where her arms went that if she lifted her arms you could see her bra. The short shorts were tiny, allowing me to look from her ankles all the way up to her thighs, where the lights shined off her smooth skin and body.
She and I had been at the party for a while, just chatting and relaxing, but I noticed that she kept glancing at one of my roommates, Mathew. He was a bit shorter than me but had good looks that made him pretty attractive to women. He was wearing a polo shirt and some khaki shorts. Jenny had mentioned to me once that she thought he was attractive, and I had told her that, while I knew it was stupid to be jealous, it made me uncomfortable that she thought about him that way. She had said she understood and she wouldn’t mention it again, but as she glanced at Mathew the thought came back up. I quickly brushed it aside; I really wasn’t the sort to get mad over a glance. As the night continued though, I couldn’t help but feel they were making eye contact and there was some sort of energy there.
Later on, after more drinking, Jenny and I were dancing. I loved the way she danced. She was so sensuous, the way she could push her ass up against you and tease your cock. By the end of every song I was rock hard. Every song was a lap dance with her. After the third song or so, I said I had to go to the restroom. When I came back, I saw that she and Mathew were now on the dance floor, with Jenny grinding up against his frame while he looked down at her, enjoying the sensation. I caught her eye and gave her a glance that implied I wasn’t very happy about this. She gave me a look and held up a finger, “one more dance”, she mouthed. Again, I reminded myself that I wasn’t the jealous type and if my girlfriend wanted to dance while I was away it was totally reasonable for her to dance. Still, I couldn’t help but imagine Mathew’s cock getting hard while Jenny teased it with her body, rhythmically pressing her ass to his crotch. I sat down at the table and drank some whiskey while they finished the dance. Finally, they both walked over, laughing with each other about some joke Mathew had made. Jenny was smiling at him, and when they sat down they sat down opposite me. Again, not unreasonable. People don’t have to sit next to each other to be together.
All three of use talked and drank together and laughed about things. One minute I glanced over my shoulder to say something to a friend and when I looked back Jenny was looking at Mathew, her eyes serious and her face flushed. His arm was under the table, but I dare not look. He wouldn’t do that anyway, and I’d look insecure if I asked them about it. “I have to go to the bathroom” she blurted, glancing quickly at me, “I’ll be right back”. She got up from the table and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I made casual conversation with Mathew till he said he wanted to go check his phone since it was charging, and he went down the hallway to his room. I got on my own phone and browsed reddit, something I did when I was bored. About ten minutes after they left, though, I still hadn’t seen Jenny. I went to check on her in the bathroom, only to find the lights off and door open. Out in the hallway, I heard a moan. To the right was Mathew’s room, the light peeking out from a gap in the door. Inside, I heard another groan that sounded like Mathew’s. I looked in through the gap and saw Mathew standing up with his shorts down, with a brunette head bobbing on his cock. I didn’t have to see her face to know it was Jenny. I instantly felt humiliated and frustrated. I wanted to scream at her and ask her why, but what could I say that wouldn’t make me feel even more humiliated than I already was? Mathew grabbed her hail into a ponytail and moved her head deeper onto his cock, his eyes closing as Jenny deep throated his dick, moaning while his balls rested on her chin. Mathew’s eyes opened, and he happened to glance towards the door. He must’ve seen me, because his eyes flashed in surprise for a moment before settling in to a stronger gaze. He moved his hand and continued to throat fuck my girlfriend. Her moans became louder as his cock went in and out of her mouth, his hand forcing her to fuck her own throat. He looked down at Jenny and said, “your boyfriend’s here”. She came off his cock and looked around at the door, where I stood.
“I’m sorry baby,” she said, her hand slowly stroking his wet cock, “we were dancing and I could feel his dick through his jeans and I just had to have it”. Mathew smiled at me, “it’s not her fault, she couldn’t resist” he said, exhaling quickly as Jenny slowly licked his cock from his balls to the tip, relishing the feeling as her tongue slid over each vein. “Besides, she’ll be done soon enough, and then we can all go back to the party. C’mon man, just let her finish up and we can pretend like this never happened. If not, though, I could always just tell the other guys what happened. Somehow I think that might look bad for you.” I looked at him incredulously, “are you fucking crazy? You want me to let my girlfriend keep sucking your cock?” As I finished my sentence, Mathew yelled “hey guys!” and I quickly stepped inside and closed the door. “Don’t fucking do that, man” “Fine, just wait like five minutes, and this will all be over.” Even while we talked, Jenny was using both of her hands to jerk him off while her mouth enveloped the end of his cock. I was speechless. She popped his dick out her mouth, a trail of spit running from the tip to her tongue. “Just a little bit longer baby, then we’ll be done, I swear.” She returned to his cock, and Mathew moaned once again. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Deep throat that cock, I want you to work for it.” Jenny picked up the pace, his cock sliding gracefully down her throat. At each thrust, her throat made a wet sound, a sound I knew meant she was giving a great blowjob. “God you suck dick like a total slut, Jenny. Looks like Stephen trained you well.” He gave me a wink. Jenny made an agreeing sound as she continued to bob her head on his cock enthusiastically. “Are you a slut baby?” “Mhm” she said. “You like sucking my cock?” She agreed as much as one can with a cock in her mouth. “You like being a college whore, don’t you? You get drunk and dance on guys and then next thing you know you’re on your knees in a stranger’s room with his cock in your mouth. What does that make you?” He said, looking down at her expectantly. She took his cock out, her hand never ceasing to slide up and down his slick shaft. “A college whore. I can’t help it!” She gave a smile, and returned to her work. I sat on a chair to the side, not really thinking anything, just watching it happen. I was too shocked to think anything, but I didn’t want to leave, because if I did they might fuck.
Mathew reached over to his desk and grabbed his phone, sliding up to open the camera and pointing it at Jenny. “Dude, no pictures, c’mon. I thought you said we’d forget about this.” I pleaded. The last thing I wanted was for anyone else to know about this. Hell, I didn’t want to know about this. “Shut the hell up man, I won’t show anyone.” I didn’t believe him but with his cock in my girlfriend’s mouth I felt like that was the end of the discussion. He pressed the record button and Jenny gagging on his cock played back on the screen. He reached down to get a better angle so when he pushed her head down again, his cock sliding into her mouth could be seen in its entirety, emphasizing the depth his cock extended down her throat.
He continued to record her sucking it for a minute or two more before he began to groan. “Oh fuck yeah, baby, keep sucking it like that, lemme see those eyes”. She gazed up into the camera fucking her face with his cock. “Fuck, yes, fuck” he said, his eyes closing.
“Fuck baby I’m going to cum, I want to cum on that pretty face, I want to cover you in some cum you little whore”. She only sped up, milking his cock with her hands, breathing hard. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” He said, before pulling his cock away from her mouth while simultaneously pulling her hair so she looked up at him. He jerked his cock quickly until he began to cum, strands of the milky liquid landing on Jenny’s face while she gazed innocently up at the camera. He continued to jerk his cock, resting it on her forhead, until Jenny could barely open her eyes, her face covered in his cum dripping down her face, over her lips. He let go and she immediately grabbed his cock again, sucking it slowly and passionately while his cum dripped over face. He groaned even more, saying, “open your mouth, let’s see that load, slut”. She opened her mouth and showed the camera, the cum pooling in her mouth and at the same time dripping over lips and into her mouth. She resumed cleaning his cock, eventually working her way to his balls, licking them while his dick rested on her cum covered face. He recorded it all.
“Fuck, Jenny, that was so good. You look like such a cum slut right now! Maybe that’s what you are” he said, looking through the camera at this college girl on her knees slowly sucking any remaining cum from his cock. She popped his dick out of her mouth, resting on her knees and looking up at the camera. “Definitely”, she said, smiling while a bit of cum dripped over her chin. She looked away from the camera, over at me. I sat in the chair, speechless once again. She quickly glanced at the camera, a mischievous look coming over her face as she rose to her feet. “I’m sorry I had to do that Stephen, it was just too good. But you’re my boyfriend, I swear.” She leaned over, her lips moving with a layer of cum on them. She came towards me and kissed me on the lips. I could feel Mathew’s cum on her lips, and I tried not to taste it when she used her tongue to french kiss me. When she rose back up, I noticed Mathew was still recording everything. “Th-thanks” I said. I was pretty sure that meant we were still dating.