John overthinks

Inside Brad's hotel room, Leah was awash in emotions she had never experienced before. She enjoyed every minute of making love with Brad. She felt alive and free; she wasn't thinking about her small size or that she wasn't attractive because of her glasses or height. All she was thinking about was the pleasure that Brad gave her.

On the way back home, Leah couldn't stop herself from smiling. She was happy and content with a newfound sense of confidence.

In the days that followed, John couldn't get Leah out of his mind. He thought constantly about how intimate Leah and Brad were, and it made him incredibly jealous. He wondered why she hadn't chosen him; he felt inadequate and small next to Brad. He begged and pleaded for another chance, but Leah wasn't interested.

Every night, John would come home from work and take a shower. However, as he washed, he was thinking of Leah and what it would be like for her to fuck Brad's big white cock. He thought of the pleasure that Leah must be getting and how much more satisfied she must be.

John sometimes went as far as to masturbate at the thought of Leah and Brad making love. Eventually, he came to accept that he was no match for the foreign man, and he had to move on.

Leah, for her part, was never happier. She had finally found someone to share her life with; someone she felt liberated and free to be herself.

John couldn't shake the images from his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Leah's face contorting in pleasure as Brad thrust into her. He imagined the way her body would move to meet Brad's powerful hips, the way her lips would part in a silent gasp as she took in all of him.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as he thought about how Leah must feel, stretched open and filled to the brim by Brad's big white cock. He wondered what she would sound like as she begged for more, how she would moan and pant as Brad took her roughly from behind.

John had always known that Leah was sexually adventurous, but he never realized just how much she would enjoy being with someone like Brad. He imagined Leah's fingers digging into Brad's muscular back as he pounded into her, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin.

He could almost hear Leah's breathy cries of "yes, yes, yes" as Brad hit all the right spots, her body trembling with pleasure as she reached her peak. And then there would be the sweet release, the way Leah's body would go limp and sated as she basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

John knew that he could never compete with someone like Brad, someone who was so confident and self-assured. He knew that he was better off moving on, finding someone who would appreciate him for who he was. But even as he tried to push the thoughts of Leah and Brad out of his mind, they lingered there, haunting him like a ghost.

He knew that he would always wonder what it would be like to be with Leah, to experience the kind of pleasure and connection that she and Brad shared. But for now, he could only dream, and hope that someday he would find someone who made him feel the same way.