The day was incredibly stressful

At work, you pushed yourself to concentrate on your job to distract yourself from what had happened at the apartment. No time for surfing the internet, you had to drive any thoughts of Jesse and David out of your head. You worked harder than you ever had before and got a ton done.

Shortly before lunch, you got a text message from Jesse. It read, “Can you come home for lunch?” Your heart skipped a beat. Did she want you back?! Then the next message came in. “Bring pizza and viagra.”

You picked up the stuff and went home. Before you even opened the front door, you could hear moaning from the other side. When you went in you saw David on his back on the couch with Jesse slowing grinding on top of him. You hadn't had the nerve to suggest cowgirl position after months of dating, but David had her on top of him within six hours.

“Great, you're here,” said David, bringing up his hands to hold Jesse's waist. It was amazing that a girl with an ass and tits that big could have such a small waist. David looked at you and said, “Did you bring the ****?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Good. Get me a beer to wash them down.”

You went to the kitchen to set down the pizza and get a can of beer for him, then headed back. He took the pill you held out, then drank the beer with one hand as he reached up and fondled one of Jesse's incredible breasts with the other hand.

Not knowing what else to do, you stood next to the couch and watched Jesse move up and down faster and faster on his big cock. She hadn't looked at you since you came in, she just stared at David as she fucked him.

David looked at you and laughed, then threw the empty can at your chest. “Go ahead and whip it out, you little perv. You know you want to.”

You took out your cock and started to stroke it.

“Get on your knees,” added Jesse, still without looking at you.

You dropped to your knees and moaned as you watched your roommate fuck your beautiful ex-girlfriend. She looked at him with an intensity she'd never had for you. Every time he slapped or pinched her tit, she made a little noise you'd never heard during your love making. She put her hands on his chest and bounced faster and faster on his big cock, making her pretty blonde hair and her huge breasts bounce wildly.

You came harder than you ever had before. It felt good, really good! You spasmed again and again as the waves of pleasure went through you.

As you started to take your hand off your small cock, Jesse finally turned to you and spat out, “No! Keep jerking! You're a little jerk-boy, and you're going to keep going!”

You grabbed your cock again and resumed jerking. It was sore, but you jerked slowly. Pretty soon it became obvious that Jesse was about to cum, and that turned you on, getting you hard again. As she arched her back she scratched David's chest. She froze up in her orgasm, but he started driving into her from below. He really was more muscular than you remembered, and he shook her whole, gorgeous body with each thrust. Soon he pushed her off of him, and she scrambled back on the couch as he stood up on it. He grabbed her by the hair and shoved his huge, monstrous cock towards her. She smiled as he came all over her beautiful face. She loved it! She smiled and cooed as he smeared his semen over her delicate features.

When he was done, He collapsed, but Jesse got off the couch and stood in front of you. She grabbed your head and pulled it into her crotch. “Guide me down, John. That's right, nice and slow.”

She was more assertive this time, guiding your head to where she wanted it to be. As she pushed your head deeper between her thighs, she said, “John, I've decided that we were just on opposite paths. You were a nice guy trying to pretend to be dominant, and I was a dominant girl trying to pretend to be nice. We're both going to be a lot happier now that we both know our places.”

Then she pushed you away, knocking you onto your back. “Now stuff your little cock back into your pants. You need to get back to work before they get upset with you for taking a long lunch break.”

You did as she said. You didn't even have time to stop to eat, so you just grabbed some snacks from the break room and ate as you worked. Again, you worked hard, trying not to focus on the hard-on in your pants that wouldn't go away. Your boss didn't seem to notice it as he dropped by and told you that you could go home. You'd already stayed two hours late without realizing. Maybe you did notice the time, and you just didn't want to know what would happen when you got home.