It started with drinks
1090 Words
The night started out with Clarissa drowning her sorrows over alcohol.
She was trying to numb the pain in her heart with a few rounds of whiskey and beer. More like trying to forget what she witnessed earlier in the day.
The memory of walking into her boyfriend’s apartment only to witness his naked, sweaty body pumping furiously into her best friend’s equally naked body on the dining table was just too painful to bear.
She had wanted to surprise him.
It was supposed to be their 10th year anniversary and she had hoped that he would finally propose. He was her childhood sweetheart, her first love and she had given him her virginity.
All she ever wanted was to marry him, maybe have a couple of kids and grow old together.
When she opened the apartment door earlier, she had heard strange moaning sounds and thought he had hurt himself.
Worried, she hurried inside and saw a pair of smooth tanned legs wrapped around Nick’s pale naked butt. Articles of clothing were scattered around the floor.
Nick was standing against the dining table, thrusting into the woman beneath him. They were both naked and groaning loudly, oblivious to Clarissa standing there.
Instead of screaming at them, she moved closer and saw that the woman was her best friend, Bella.
Despite her heart breaking into pieces, she noticed Bella’s fantastic figure as Nick groaned and pounded into her, his hands groping her large breasts.
Bella has large pert breasts, her n*****s a soft pink, puckered and hard from Nick’s groping and her long, slim legs seemed to go on forever.
Nick then gripped her tiny waist as he thrusts into her and started sucking on her large breasts. They were both grunting and groaning, eyes closed, deeply enthralled in ecstasy, unaware of Clarissa standing so near she could almost touch them.
Tears filled her vision.
Nick had never f****d her like that. Not at the dining table. They had always done it on the bed in the room. And it was not as passionate as how he was pounding into Bella. It was as if he was overtaken by someone else filled with lust and passion, just the way he was pounding into her best friend, their raw loud groaning and grunting was making her horny.
Why had he never had this kind of raw, hard passion for her?
Was she that boring?
Their s*x lives were mediocre and boring most of the time. They would undress, get into bed together, he would kiss her, grab her small breasts, give her n*****s a few twists, then squeeze lubricant on his hands and rubbed his member till it was hard.
He would then get on top of her, pulled on a condom and pushed into her and groaned as if it was the best feeling for him.
He would thrust into her in a smooth rhythm, taking turns to suck on her n*****s and rubbing them with his thumb. While it was pleasant and his rough handling of her breasts turned her on, she felt as if something was missing. She was not getting wet enough and while the pressure built, she just could not c*m.
Then he would c*m, grunting loudly, and withdraw. He pulled off the condom and headed to the bathroom to wash up before coming back to bed, kissing her on her forehead with a “that was good honey”, lie down on his side of the bed and promptly fall asleep.
She would be left still thrumming with desire. Nick had never made her c*m in their 10 years together. Recently, she bought herself a vibrator and she had taken to using that once Nick had fallen asleep next to her, snoring loudly, dead to the world.
That silicon gadget, all seven inches long and always erect, was the best investment she has ever made. She used it in so many ways and it made her c*m so hard so many times, it did not even bother her that s*x with Nick was boring.
She had never slept with anyone else so she thought it was supposed to be like this with a partner. That was why they invested vibrators.
She stared at a totally different Nick pounding into Bella on the table. Bella was squirming and writhing.
“Oh, I’m cumming, oh Nick, oh, oh, oh,” Bella screamed, her legs tightening around his butt as she bucked under him while he groaned and pounded even harder into her.
“Yes, Bella, oh you are so hot, oh f**k, Bella, oh, yesss,” he groaned, thrusting into her again and again, sweat dripping off his forehead onto her heaving round breasts.
She pulled him down to the valley between her breasts, “Oh Nick, c*m inside me, give it to me hard, I want to feel you emptying everything inside me,” she moaned.
It took a moment for Clarissa to realise that Nick was not wearing a condom. He had always worn a condom with her.
Always.
Yet, he is now doing it raw with Bella. He was pounding at Bella as if his life depended on it. The whole building could collapse around them and they would not have noticed, so engrossed with each other.
Instead of screaming at them, she quietly snuck away and left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind her, as if not wanting to alert them.
From the apartment, she headed straight to the local pub. She needed something strong to wash away the image of Nick pounding into Bella burned into her brains.
She was on her umpteenth shot of whiskey when a tall, dark and handsome stranger approached her. He had piercing blue eyes, jet black hair and a tall, muscled frame.
They started talking and before long, she was laughing with him, drinking more shots, downing it like water. After what seemed a few hours of drinking, he kissed her deeply and suggested they go somewhere private.
Nodding in agreement, the thought of Nick thrusting into Bella still in her mind, she kissed the stranger back.
Maybe he could erase that horrid memory from her brain. She needed to forget.
They hailed a cab and fumbled into her apartment a few minutes later, kissing and groping each other urgently.
She led him to her room and what followed was a night of passion, all thoughts of Nick and Bella almost gone.
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