I find losing control hot!

I hate it… I hate it… Fucking him in front of me, with me watching was on thing, but doing it behind my back without telling me was another him. I FUCKING HATE IT… BUT IF I HATE IT SO MUCH WHY WAS MY COCK THE HARDEST IT HAS EVER BEEN.

I needed to know one thing. “So, was it good?”

She must have been expecting me to break up with her right than and there, or at least start a yelling match about her cheating on me, because she looks completely stunned “wh… what … was that?”

My throat felt dry and cores as I repeated myself “I ask if it was good.”

Her face blushes in surprise as she says “You’re really asks if I enjoyed it when you were not watching… Why?”

I really couldn’t answer that question because I didn’t know the answer myself yet, so I stuttered “I don’t know. I just do.”

Sarah voice nervously cracks as she asks, “Would you be happier if I said it was or wasn’t.”

Honestly at this very moment I don’t know which would make me happier, but one thing I know as that “I want to hear the truth.”

I watch as she looked away, it was clear that she was debating on whether or not to lie. It’s not like I could tell if she did. But then she glances back down at the bulge in my pants before turning back to me with a resolve face as she answered. “It was good.”

To my surprise it actually made me more excite to hear that, so I nervously asked, “How good?”

I watch as her eyes glance nervously down at the bulge in my crouch as if she wanted to confirm I wasn’t mad at her before she completely ignored my question as she asked, “Liam are you turned on?”

“I don’t know.”

She nervously bites her lip “Liam… I was honest with you. So please be honest with me…”

She was right and all I could do was whimper “Yes.” The room falls to a nervous quiet as my last question nags at me “so”

Her eyes nervously look at me “So what…”

My teeth chatter together as I say, “So how good was it?”

Her eyes lock onto the floor as she answers “It was one of our better times… At least it was for me.” she doesn’t even give me a chance to fully process the answer before she asks, “So how turn on are you.”

I had to answer honestly “Very.” but before I could ask my next question she ask “So what about it turns you on so much?”

Neither my mind nor my body was prepared to answer that question, so I blurt out “No… It’s my turn to ask the question.”

She looks shocked but conceded “Ok ask.”

“So was he rough or gentle?”

She looks at me with a hesitant look “Would it turn you on more to not know?”

“I don’t know.”

She looks at me with an angry glare as she groans “Liam you need to be honest. “ What right does she have to look so angry. She is the one that slept with Wiley without telling me. She is the one that dodge with last question, but yet I was still the one feel guilty about not answering so I whimper “Sarah I honest don’t know. I never had this happen before so I can’t tell you which way will turn me on more.”

She looks me in the eyes with a hungry look as she whispers, “We should fuck!”

“What”

she whispers, “We should fuck now!”

“But Wiley…”

She looks me in the eyes as she whispers “Don’t worry about him… He is so tired be properly feel asleep the moment his head it the pillow.”