Discovering a new fantasy after getting cheated on

The chill of autumn hung in the air when I first met Emma. Her warm smile and vibrant spirit drew me in, creating a connection that felt both exhilarating and tender. Navigating the unpredictable waves of college, I found solace in her company. Emma, a few months younger, added a refreshing chapter to my life.

Physically, I was an average guy, standing at 5'10", with dark, messy hair and a lanky build. Emma, a vision of grace and charm, boasted a petite frame, captivating hazel eyes and naturally hanging breasts, which were a real turn-on for me. Despite living two hours apart, our budding connection transformed into a medium-distance relationship that added an extra layer of complexity.

In those early months, our weekends were a blend of laughter, shared dreams, and an undeniable chemistry that made the distance between us seem insignificant. Our love life was a refreshing breeze, each encounter bringing us closer. Moreover, we were both really open about our sexual desires, kinks and fantasies. She always had the fantasy of being into sexual acts, and receiving penetration through more than one hole was a huge turn-on for her, but I got the hang of it throughout our experiences. She accepted my foot fetish and my not-so-common desire to just smell her feet from time to time, which she was super fine with.

It was a perfect combination for a healthy relationship.

As our relationship deepened, the constant flow of messages and late-night calls gradually dwindled. What was once a flood of communication was reduced to a trickle, and the frequency of our talks became sporadic.

Concerned, I finally mustered the courage to address the change.

"Emma, is everything okay? You seem a bit distant lately," I typed, my fingers hovering over the phone.

Her response, though reassuring, had a hint of detachment. "I'm fine, just caught up in a new project at work. You know how it goes."

Accepting her explanation, I gave her the space she needed, hoping that our connection would regain momentum.

Days turned into weeks, and a week turned into more. Despite our physical distance, the emotional gap widened. We agreed that I would visit her on the upcoming weekend, the thought filling my heart with anticipation.

As the day approached, the disconcerting pattern of sparse messages continued. When I sought clarification, she informed me of a sudden visit to assist a friend in the same city she was living in. "It won't take long, promise," she reassured me. "I'll write you a message when I'm done so you can start your 2-hour drive."

Yet, as hours passed without word, worry turned into frustration.

My messages went unanswered until late in the evening, around 11 p.m., when a tired, sleepy and apologetic voice message arrived.

"Hey, I'm so sorry for not texting you. The thing with my friend took longer than expected. We shouldn't plan another meeting any time soon. I don't want to disappoint you again like I did today." And that was everything she said for leaving me hanging and waiting for a response for almost half a day.

In the background, a manly, unfamiliar voice added a weird layer to her message. Confused and hurt, I finally picked up the phone to call her, the words catching in my throat.

"Emma, what happened that took you so long, and why haven't you had 2 seconds to shoot me a message telling me it's going to be a while, and we won't see each other today."

"And who's there with you?" I added rapidly, trying to keep my voice steady as mixed feelings rushed through my body.

"I already told you. It took longer than I anticipated. And oh, he's just a friend," she replied nonchalantly and distantly.

Silence took over our conversation, as I was too stunned to say anything.

"I'll call you back later. Bye," and she immediately hung up.

The mixed rush of emotions left me standing there. I had a weird feeling earlier that day that she might not be at her friend's place at all, and maybe she was up to something else.

A bundle of emotions went through my body at that time as I felt cheated on, but at the same time I experienced a strange feeling of arousal. I couldn't make much sense of it at first, but after a few minutes, it got clearer.

It was a weird arousal of the simple thought that she was with someone else this whole time, I was waiting on her reply to come and drive two hours to see her.

As the thought that she fucked someone else rushed through my head, I felt that my penis was getting increasingly harder. It didn't make much sense at the time, as I had never experienced such an intense feeling before.

Just the thought of her laying submissive and powerless on her back just as she was when I was fucking her, but this time in someone else's house, on someone else's bed, moaning out of pure pleasure with her cute feet up dangling back and forth in the air as someone else is pleasuring, tasting and smelling her body with her knowing all this time she is not going to see me today, just made me hard as a rock.