Confusing times

The next few days passed in a blur. While I didn't hear from Jade, my thoughts constantly strayed back to her no matter how hard I tried to forget what had happened. Whenever my thoughts did linger they quickly turned from images of Jade and her lithe, sexy body, her soft smooth pussy, to the treat she held within. The unexpected surprise that had left me feeling so dirty and conflicted, and more turned on than I had ever felt in my life.

I found that I would get rock hard whenever I let myself wonder, allowing myself to question who had been the one to fuck her, to fill her, whose cum had I tasted? The shame I felt at this arousal seemed to only enhance it and by the third day I started to worry that something was wrong with me. That I might go mad unless I got some answers... not so much about my ex's new lover, but about myself and my recently awakened desires.

It was almost a week after the incident, one evening as I was leaving the local supermarket that I turned out of the store, not properly paying attention to where I was going and almost ran headlong into Jade. Flustered, I apologised profusely taking some time to register the tall, dark stranger at her side. My apology trailed off as I gazed up at him with a stunned expression before turning back to Jade, only to find her wearing that familiar smirk. "Oh hey, this is Tom..." she said airily, letting all that the introduction implied hang in the air unspoken.

Tom reached out to shake my hand, his firm grip encompassing my own tightly as we shook. Somehow in that moment I knew that it had been him that I had tasted, him that was fucking my ex better than I ever possibly could and I felt my cock stir inside my pants.

"N-nice to meet you..." I eventually stammered as he released me, heat rising in my cheeks as I looked between the pair awkwardly, finally adding. "Well, I should be off, happy shopping." I gave them a curt farewell nod and hurried away, eager to disappear as quickly as possible.

That night I found myself constantly replaying the encounter in my mind, cringing at myself, yes but also recounting the sensations that overwhelmed me as I shook Tom's hand. It was so intensely erotic, knowing I had tasted his cum, that soon I was stroking my cock, eager to cum purely so that I could lap it up and imagine it was his. I never quite got to that however as my phone dinged, interrupting me and when I saw that the message was from Jade I immediately stopped what I was doing to read it.

"Tom just left... cum over."

I almost came on the spot. I stared at the message for several minutes as my cock throbbed. I wanted to go, wanted nothing more yet part of me knew that to do so would change everything. To do so would be to admit to myself, admit to Jade that I wanted this. Where would it lead? Where would it end?

My stomach churned as I considered what to do...