Fateful Infidelity
It was a lovely Friday afternoon, and I was preparing for an evening birthday party to which I had been invited with my boyfriend. The celebration was to take place in a nearby cottage that our host had rented from the local foresters. The plan was to celebrate all night, enjoy ourselves, and return the next day. I was looking forward to spending more time with my boyfriend after a busy week. Therefore, it was necessary to prepare properly for the event. I already had the gift wrapped, and a bottle of homemade plum brandy had been chilling for several days. Now all that remained was to get myself ready. I was excited about the idea of us finding some time for ourselves later that night. These thoughts stayed with me as I got ready. However, time was short, and my boyfriend was due to pick me up at any moment. I got dressed, packed my things, and waited for the doorbell. When he arrived, we set off in high spirits, looking forward to the walk through the woods to the clearing where the cottage was located.
Even from a distance, we could see the place was already jumping, so we picked up the pace so we wouldn't miss out on anything. When we got there, it looked like some people had been partying since yesterday. After greeting everyone and wishing the birthday boy well, the party focused on clinking glasses, and one bottle after another started vanishing from the booze stash. There was a shitload of alcohol and all kinds of stuff, but beer and homemade moonshine clearly ruled the room. People were talking about everything under the sun, music was blasting, and as the hours ticked by, the singles started hooking up. The cabin wasn't exactly huge, but it had a few rooms, so it was no surprise that couples kept sneaking off for a bit. Around midnight, the whole situation was a total clusterfuck, and it wasn't even clear who belonged to who anymore. I was sitting next to my boyfriend and started rubbing his crotch under the table to let him know I wanted to bounce and slip away somewhere too. It looked like everything was on track for us to go get laid. But unfortunately, every single room was taken, and the hornier ones who couldn't hold it in anymore were fucking just about anywhere. It was hot and exciting as hell, but for once, I wanted a little bit of privacy, so I decided to wait until a room opened up. In the meantime, I was slowly fingering myself under the table so we could get right to it the second a room cleared. At times, I got the feeling my boyfriend didn't really share the same excitement and need as I did. I tried to provoke him and sat in a way that he could see me playing with myself. He probably liked it, because his pants were getting fucking tight. "Fuck, I wish someone would hurry up and get out," I thought to myself, starting to squirm nervously because I really had to piss. So I headed for the bathroom, which was also taken, to no one's surprise. There was nothing left to do but go outside. Luckily, it was warm and pitch black, so it was chill. Even though the light from the cabin windows slightly lit up the surroundings, there were plenty of dark spots to hide in. Right then, it hit me that we didn't have to wait for a room to free up and we could just fuck outside somewhere. "As soon as I get back, I'm proposing that," I told myself. After I pissed, I decided to do a lap around the cabin to clear my head and get some fresh air. This idea turned out to be a fatal choice just moments later. Even though there were curtains in the windows, you could still see inside. In one of the windows, a familiar figure caught my eye, so I stepped closer to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and that I wasn't just imagining it. Unfortunately, I wasn't. It was my boyfriend, eagerly banging some blonde bent over the bed. I just stood there frozen, unable to believe my fucking eyes. Pissed off, I turned around and went back inside the cabin. I had the urge to storm in there and give him a piece of my mind, but instead, I grabbed one of the bottles sitting on the table and decided to chug the whole fucking thing.
As the bottle emptied, my anger and disappointment started to fade. I sat numbly in a corner, watching everyone have fun while I felt completely detached from the world. It made me sad, but thanks to my new liquid friend, I gradually started to think about other things. The night was still young, so I made up my mind that I'd spread my legs for the first guy who wanted it. "I'm not letting my whole night get ruined," I thought, sitting down provocatively like some bar hooker, flashing my horny crotch, and waiting for someone to bite. I wasn't left unnoticed for long. "What are you doing here all by yourself?" a guy asked as he walked past. "Where's your boyfriend?" "Don't worry about it. Want a drink?" I shot back, offering him the almost empty bottle. "Holy shit, you're on a roll. You drank that all by yourself?" he asked in disbelief. "Yeah!" I snapped. "And now I'm waiting for someone to fuck me." My cunt was already dripping and ready, so we could get right to business. "How about we have some fun together then?" he asked cautiously. "Why the fuck not, let's go," I urged him, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the door. "Wait, where are you going?" he asked, clueless. "Where do you think, since all the rooms are taken," I explained. "And you want to do it outside?" another clueless question. "Stop asking fucking questions and come on," I told him, dragging him out. We found a dark spot behind the cabin, I squatted in front of him, and started sucking his dick. My plan was just to get a quick fix, take the edge off my anger, and go back. When I felt he was ready, I turned around, leaned against the cabin wall, and guided his cock straight into my hole. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable position because my legs were already giving out. Spreading wide, I dug my heels into the ground and held on, waiting for him to cum. But it wasn't really working for me. Even though I was horny, that whole bottle had totally wiped me out. Even though he was banging me beautifully and I was rubbing my clit with my finger at the same time, I just couldn't make myself come. He was sliding into me slow and deep; I could feel he was savoring it and had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He wasn't exactly packing a huge dick, but he knew exactly how to tickle the right spot inside my cunt. With every single thrust, I got more and more turned on. Slowly, he started picking up the pace. I had to stop touching myself and lean both hands against the cabin just to stay on my feet. I could tell he was about to blow his load soon and wanted to ask him where he wanted to cum. Right then, it hit me that I didn't even know who the fuck was standing behind me or what his name was. It threw me off a bit, and I thought about how completely messed up, yet strangely exciting it was. It was the first time I'd ever done anything like this, and I didn't mind it at all—in fact, I felt a twisted kind of inner satisfaction. These dirty thoughts were cut short by the wet drops of cum splashing onto my burning ass and trembling thighs. I stayed leaning against the wall, waiting for some kind of afterplay, like a touch or a kiss. Instead, I just heard him quickly and silently walking away, which was another first for me, since until now, all my sex had been emotional. When I snapped out of it and calmed down, I walked a little further from the cabin and pissed standing up, because my legs were so stiff I couldn't even squat down.
I headed back to the cabin, where the wild party had died down. Some people had already split for home, and the rest were just scattered around the room, totally hammered. I sat back down in the same spot where, surprisingly, my unfinished bottle was still waiting for me. I scanned the room to see if I could spot my "boyfriend" anywhere, but no luck. It was probably better that way, since I didn't know how to act anyway. "See, you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up," I told myself. My idea of a final wild ride was slowly fading away. I got up and, stumbling around, went to find a place to crash for the night. Walking slowly through the room, I could feel the last few guys checking me out, looking for someone to talk to. I perked up a bit and kept walking toward the rooms. "That one's taken, don't go in there," a voice called out behind me. I turned around. "That one's open," he continued, pointing toward a door. "Thanks," I said, giving him a provocative little smile. I grabbed the knob, opened the door super slowly, and peeked inside. I wanted to make sure the room was actually empty so I wouldn't walk in on anyone. Nobody was there, except for a trashed bed. I slipped inside and threw myself down with all my clothes on. My craving for sex hadn’t worn off yet, so I decided that before I fell asleep, I’d pleasure myself. The bed was right across from the door, and I imagined what might happen if someone walked in unexpectedly and saw me giving myself over to pleasure without restraint. I decided to act on this kinky fantasy. I got up, quietly cracked the door open, and lay down on the bed so that the light coming from the next room would fall on my spread legs. I fingered that unsatisfied hole, thinking about the fuck behind the cabin, and watched the door intently—which didn’t go unnoticed for long. I caught a glimpse of a shadow and heard a muffled whisper. Suddenly, the door opened, and my heart began to race. Instinctively, I wanted to close my legs, pull the blanket over myself, and pretend to be asleep. "What’s wrong with you, you idiot? This is exactly what you wanted the whole time!" I told myself and just stayed lying there right how they caught me. "Can we join you?" one of them asked. Instead of answering, I pushed the blanket onto the floor to show them there was plenty of room next to me. The whole room was swallowed in a gloomy twilight, with only a sliver of light coming through the cracked door from the other room, so I had no idea who had actually come in. They surrounded me and started clumsily undressing me. I had no idea if they were trying to be kind and tuck me into bed, or if they were looking for something else. I was completely limp, submissive, and in the state of mind I was in, I wasn't going to fight either option. I just didn't care. When they finally managed to undress me between the two of them, I spread my legs wide in the hope that maybe one of them would climb on top of me and I wouldn’t have to continue on my own. I didn’t need any foreplay or caresses anymore; I just longed for the satisfaction I hadn’t yet received. But what followed surpassed even my most eager expectations. One of them grabbed my legs, pulled me to the edge of the bed, gripped my ankles tightly, and tried to spread me even wider, all while wiggling his cock around my pussy, rubbing it against my clit and wet labia without actually penetrating me. While he was playing with me and stimulating his cock against me like that, the other one knelt down next to my head and placed his cock on my eager lips. I couldn’t resist and started licking it from the base to the tip. Just as his colleague thrust all the way into me, making me arch my back and moan with pleasure, he took advantage of my slightly parted lips and thrust himself deep into my mouth. They were pounding into me from both sides, and I couldn’t even move. They switched places several times; occasionally one of them would pull away for a moment, then they’d switch back, and the cycle continued. My legs, which had been straining toward the ceiling the whole time, were passed back and forth between them, so I didn’t even have a chance to change position. This tension was further intensified by the orgasms that finally came after each switch. I didn’t have the slightest idea which one of them had just made me come, and I didn’t care at all. I was experiencing that same wild sensation as I had just a moment ago behind the cabin. Lost in the throes of pleasure, I noticed at the last moment that one of them was already trying to finish off on my tits with his hand. Unfortunately, his plan didn’t work out. He was jerking off so fiercely and frantically that when he finally came, he splattered my face, neck, and hair with his cum. After this cute little squirt, he wiped the last drop from the tip of his cock against my erect nipple, rolled over onto the bed, and passed out, while I, with my last ounce of strength, blissfully endured the thrusts of his friend. He unexpectedly lifted me up by my legs until my ass was in the air. But he had no idea that this change in position would backfire on him, because his cock started hitting my overfilled bladder. I wanted to warn him, but aside from passionate moans, I couldn’t make a sound. I managed to hold back until the moment he decided to go for it and pulled me by the hips so he could thrust into me as deeply as possible. I couldn’t hold back any longer and started squirting all over his stomach. This hot shower was accompanied by two orgasms in a row, which I intensified with a scream. He pushed me away sharply to quickly pull out of my hole, took it in his hand, and drenched my whole pussy with cum. He slapped my ass and lay down next to me on the other side. I lay there limp, my legs spread wide in a V between the two guys, smearing the cum over my sweaty body and waiting to see if anything else would follow. I didn’t even have the strength to pull my legs together, let alone get myself together, and, pleasantly exhausted, I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, I blinked in disbelief, looking around and trying to piece together the night before. What hazy memories I had felt like just a wild dream of a disappointed, horny slut. I got up to see the situation from a different perspective. It was even worse. Two naked guys were passed out on the bed, and a third one—who I didn’t remember at all—was sleeping on the floor right next to it. Clothes were trashed all over the room, and mine were hidden somewhere in that mess. “Holy shit, what a disaster,” I thought to myself, “so it wasn’t just a dream after all.” Stunned and confused, I quietly crept around the room, picking up my clothes. I got dressed, grabbed my heels, and slipped through the door into the main room. Luckily, nobody was there. I made myself some strong coffee and tried to put together the pieces of yesterday. Looking in the mirror, I figured it’d be smart to chug that coffee and hit the road home as fast as possible before I scared anyone. Just then, the door to the room I’d woken up in opened, and my overnight guests walked out. We greeted each other like we were meeting for the very first time. They were probably in the same boat as me, and from their blank stares, it was obvious I was just easy prey for them to get off. But from what I could remember, I got my share too. This birthday bash didn't exactly go according to my original plans, but it definitely opened me up to new feelings and experiences that kicked off my slutty lifestyle and an insatiable craving to just wild out and have sex.
