I fucked my boyfriend’s hung ex for years behind his back… and when I confessed during sex he got harder

My boyfriend and I lived with his ex for years when we first got together. Three guys under one roof. It worked until we were ready to move out on our own. We’ve stayed friends with him ever since.

A while after we moved out, I got my dick pierced. My boyfriend was obsessed with it. A few days later we went over to his ex’s place to drop off dinner and my boyfriend insisted I show him. I pulled it out right there. His ex’s eyes locked on the jewelry and he told me how nice my cock looked… that he’d never actually seen it before.

A few weeks later I got the text:

“I can’t stop thinking about your pierced cock. I want to play with it.”

I told my boyfriend I needed to run to the store and drove straight over.

The second I walked in he was on his knees. He pulled my cock out and just stared at the piercing for a second before he started worshipping it—licking around the jewelry, sucking the head, taking it deeper while he kept saying how long he’d wanted to see me naked. Clothes came off fast. I put him on his back, pushed his legs up, and fucked him missionary. He moaned the whole time, telling me how good my cock felt inside him. When I came I dumped every drop in his ass. He never once complained about the creampie.

We kept doing it for years. Every couple of weeks I’d invent another excuse—store, gym, work, whatever—and go over there. He’d suck me, I’d put him on his back and fuck him, and I’d leave my load in him every single time. His cock was at least three inches bigger than mine—thick, easily 9+. Sometimes after I finished I’d stroke him or let him fuck my mouth, but most of the time it was about me using his hole.

I was constantly paranoid. I always came home and showered right away because I was terrified I still smelled like sex, or that my breath smelled like cock and cum. There were nights I was sure my boyfriend was starting to notice the excuses. The fear only made it hotter.

Six years later I finally told him.

We were having sex. He was already hard and turned on and the conversation drifted to other guys I’d fucked. He wanted details. So I told him the truth—that I’d been fucking his ex for years, that I’d creampied him every single time, that I’d loved it.

His whole tone changed. He got more excited. He asked if I liked fucking him. I said yes. He asked how I liked his huge cock. I told him I loved it. Then he smirked and said if his ex still wanted my cock, I had permission.

I haven’t fucked the ex again since that night (though I would in a second). What actually happened is my boyfriend started encouraging me to fuck other men. He says I should always satisfy them. We’ve had several threesomes since then. I’ve even bottomed for another guy while my boyfriend watched and stroked himself. Now he regularly asks if I’ve found anyone on Grindr or the other apps.

Confessing the worst thing I’d done behind his back somehow made us stronger… and a lot filthier.