The taste of another mans cock hit different

Before you start judging, yeah, I already know I’m a slut who gets off on going behind my man’s back. That’s just the truth, and honestly, it makes me wet even admitting it. This night in particular still plays in my head like a porno I can’t stop replaying.

So we went out to the club, me and my ex. First off, let me say this straight: men really shouldn’t bring their girls to the club if they can’t handle attention. The moment you step through those doors, you’re basically throwing your girl to the wolves. And in my head, that already gave me the excuse to do what I was dying to do anyway.

We were standing by the bar when this guy slid up, all confident, smooth as hell. He bought us both drinks, chatting my ex up like they were boys. But I saw through it instantly. His eyes weren’t on my man, they were on me. And the way he kept smiling told me he wasn’t just thinking about me alone, he wanted both of us. He was aiming for a threesome. Too bad for him, I knew my ex would never go for that.

But me? I wanted him. So when my ex got caught up with some friends nearby, I slid a little note into this guy’s hand: meet me outside the bathrooms.

Ten minutes later, I was slipping away while my ex was still distracted. And sure enough, there he was, leaning against the wall outside the girls’ bathroom, waiting. My stomach flipped, my pussy already wet. We slipped inside quick, locked the door, and I immediately dropped to my knees like I’d been starving.

I wrapped my lips around his cock, deepthroating, gagging, letting him use my throat like a toy. He grabbed my hair and facefucked me hard, the sound of my choking echoing in that dirty club bathroom. My mascara was running, spit dripping, and I loved every filthy second.

When he finally came, he shoved it deep, and I swallowed every drop, loving the taste of another man’s cum in my throat while my ex boyfriend was just steps away. That’s my favorite kind of secret.