Roommate fucks My Girlfriend on the Bunk bed

I was starting a new chapter in my life, and I was really happy and excited. I had gotten into the degree I wanted, and I was finally becoming independent from my parents, ready to live my life on campus. At the same time, my girlfriend had also gotten into another program at the same university, so we thought about moving in together. Unfortunately, due to money issues and dormitory regulations, we couldn't, so she ended up living in a dorm 20 minutes from campus while I lived just 5 minutes away. Many people might think that at this point I'd want to start trying new experiences and meeting other girls, but nothing could be further from the truth. My girlfriend and I had been together for 4 years, since we were 14, and we were deeply in love. Our sex life was good, and I felt satisfied. On her end, I think she felt the same way. It's true that sometimes jokes came up about threesomes, swapping, and mutual fantasies—like how she'd like to fuck several guys at once or someone with a huge dick, like in porn movies, just to try it, but with my consent, and that she was happy with my member. Finally, the long-awaited day arrived, and I moved into the dorm. When I got there, I couldn't help but notice that my roommate was a very handsome and muscular guy—the kind that girls subtly turn their heads to watch as he passes by, the kind who never has trouble hooking up and steals the girls from the rest of us. Although my first visual impression left a bad taste in my mouth, once I got to know him, my opinion completely changed, because he turned out to be a really kind, calm, and polite guy. We started telling each other about our lives and realized we had several things in common, like both of us really liking video games, or that we'd been with our respective partners for almost the same amount of time, though we were a bit longer than them. I saw his girlfriend lived a couple of blocks from our building. The time came to split up the beds, and as we already knew, there would be two bunk beds. Joking, but half-serious, I said, "I call the top one!" and we ran to the room. I was surprised to see that the bunk beds weren't the same, like I expected; instead, the top one was a twin size, while the bottom one was much wider, a full. - Hahahaha Well, I'm fine with you taking the top one. Said my roommate. I thought you'd read that the bunk bed was a full-size bunk. - Haha Yeah, well, it was a joke, you know, we'll do it by drawing lots and that's it. I said. - Well, I don't want to pressure you, but I'd like to have the bottom bed, since my girlfriend lives next door and it's safe to assume she'll come over more often than yours. I'm not saying we're going to do anything, okay? But we'll be able to sleep more comfortably. - Well... -I stammered- The truth is, that's not a bad reason... But I also want to sleep well with my girlfriend. I said. We argued for a while and, in the end, we decided to settle it all in a one-on-one match in a video game we both knew. To make it more exciting and avoid future arguments, whoever won would keep the bottom bed forever without the other having any right to complain. We were playing and I was winning, but we were very close. The truth is, I was having a really good time. For some reason, at the last moment, I felt sorry for him and thought that, really, what he had told me about him using it much more was true, and finally, I let him win in a subtle way. My roommate let out a shout of joy, and I pretended to be sad for a while, congratulated him, and that's how the school year started. Months passed, and unfortunately, our relationship soured. It's not that we hated each other or anything like that, but we had very different ways of managing the apartment, and that led to arguments and misunderstandings, but despite that, we didn't get along either. So bad that I wanted to leave the apartment. It didn’t help that my girlfriend’s reaction when she met him was off—staring at his body for too long and taking forever to respond when someone spoke to her, like her mind was elsewhere. As for my girlfriend, she was having her own problems at the student apartment. Her roommates were unbearable and constantly at each other’s throats. It got so bad that one day she showed up at our door crying and asked if she could stay for a while until she found another place. I told her to come in and went to talk to my roommate, who I found looking pretty down. After I explained the situation, he agreed to let my girlfriend sleep with me for a while, in the top bunk, as long as we didn’t do anything weird. We accepted without hesitation, and my girlfriend started sleeping in my bed. Somehow, time passed, and before we knew it, she was living with us. At first, a week went by without any issues, and no complaints from the building management, which made me happy. Plus, my girlfriend and my roommate got along really well, and he even told her she could stay as long as she wanted, that she’d proven herself trustworthy and that she kept me in line so I wouldn’t mess up the apartment more than necessary. “Thank you so much, that’s a relief,” my girlfriend said. “I was worried you’d get tired of it and rat me out to the building management, and they’d kick me out. Honestly, I’ve been looking for a place and can’t find anything decent.” “Don’t worry, gorgeous,” he said. “I’m not planning on doing anything like that.” He said with a laugh. Night 1 A couple of days after that conversation, in the middle of the night, I couldn’t help but wake up when I noticed a strange noise coming from somewhere in the room. It was a very faint but repetitive sound, like a clicking. Plus, I could feel a slight rocking motion in the bed. After listening to that familiar noise for a while, I couldn’t help but... realizing what was happening. My roommate was masturbating! I looked at my girlfriend, but she was completely asleep, not reacting at all to what was going on. I thought about watching, but since I slept on the wall side and my girlfriend on the side with a good view, I decided not to move too much to avoid creating an awkward situation for everyone. I decided to forget it and move on without mentioning anything… Night 2, 3, and 4 This kept happening every following night, which got on my nerves, but not enough to overcome the embarrassment of talking to my roommate about what was going on. Besides, I didn’t want to upset the balance of my girlfriend’s situation in the apartment. Night 5 On the fifth night, I was woken not only by the sound, which was more intense than usual, but also by a much stronger rocking motion than I was used to from previous nights. It seemed like tonight he was masturbating with a lot of enthusiasm. I struggled to fall asleep, but I couldn’t, and eventually, after a while, I gave in to my own curiosity. Slowly, I moved over my girlfriend, who had turned to the outer side a while ago, facing away from me. I took advantage of leaning over to look at her face, and I was relieved to see that her eyes were closed and she didn’t have to put up with this. She hadn’t said anything to me these days either, so she probably hadn’t noticed what our roommate was doing at night. Very slowly, I peeked through the gap, and what I saw surprised me immensely. My roommate was lying down, shirtless, with his pants pulled down, furiously masturbating with his muscular arm. I could see him contracting and moving with his eyes closed, imagining who knows what, and how his huge hand massaged his equally huge cock. It must have been at least twice as long as mine, or even a bit more, and it was hard to tell how thick it was, but considering that His hand was bigger than mine, so his member must have been much thicker. I was hypnotized, watching a man with such a perfect body—the kind I'd always dreamed of having—get more and more aroused until, suddenly, he let out a silent groan and came. And how he came! Cum burst out in spurts, three main jets hitting his chest and a few more landing on his abs; I couldn't see the rest because of the angle I was at. Stunned, as I pulled back I glanced at my girlfriend again, and I thought I saw her expression shift to something tenser, like she was pretending to be asleep, but after thinking about it for a while, I convinced myself I'd imagined it. The next day, I decided to talk to him once and for all. I went straight to the kitchen and found him talking to my girlfriend. He smiled at me and told me to come over, that my girlfriend had suggested comparing hand sizes and they wanted the three of us to do it together. Surprised, I went over and did as they said. When we compared our hands, my roommate could see that his was considerably bigger. It had a whole segment longer on each finger, and the palm was a bit wider too. "Definitely," I thought, "his cock is much thicker than mine." We kept comparing among ourselves, joking around for a while.

When my girlfriend left the kitchen, I took the chance to bring up the topic with my roommate. "Hey, listen, I couldn't help but notice lately... at night... you know... I don't know what's going on, but I can't sleep, not to mention my girlfriend is right above and could see you perfectly," I said. "Wow," he looked at me with a worried face, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to bother you or anything." He looked down. "It's just that I haven't told you, but a week ago my girlfriend and I broke up, and since then I haven't been able to... you know... let off steam. I thought I was being completely silent, but clearly I wasn't. It won't happen again. Don't worry. "I'm so sorry... I had no idea," I said. "Well, try to take care of it in the bathroom next time, and we'll call it even," I told him. We talked a bit more about his breakup and then went on with our lives. A couple of weeks passed, and my girlfriend had fully gotten used to living with us. She didn't even bother wearing underwear around the house when my roommate was there, which bothered me a little, but I didn't mention it so I wouldn't seem prudish. The situation seemed stable since my roommate never masturbated in bed again, and my girlfriend and I, though cramped, slept well in our bed. Or so I thought. One night, while I was watching a series with my roommate, my girlfriend came up to me and said she had something serious to tell me. Worried, I stopped what I was doing and followed her to the bedroom to hear what she had to say. "You know I have exams coming up soon," she said. "Yes," I nodded. "And I depend on the scholarship to keep studying this major," she said. "Yes, of course," I said. "The thing is, and I don't know how to put this... I'm not sleeping well at all in this cramped bed. I'd like us to move to the bottom bunk, at least for a while, until the exams are over." "Are you crazy?" I exclaimed. "We can't do that!" I regretted losing that stupid video game. "We bet the bottom bunk and agreed it was non-negotiable." "But I need it!" she said. Exasperated, I looked at her and said, "It can't be, I'm sorry." She looked at me, and I saw her eyes fill with tears as she started hyperventilating. "If I fail my exams, we won't see each other anymore!" she said. Hearing that felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped on me. I started thinking of solutions, but I didn't think my roommate would agree to switch beds after he'd won it. I thought for a while as she cried beside me, and finally, I said: Well, fine, I'll try talking to my roommate to see what he thinks. I saw how my girlfriend's eyes lit up at that glimmer of hope and couldn't help thinking how beautiful she was. My conversation with my roommate didn't go as well as I'd hoped. I couldn't convince him to swap the bunk beds with us. We argued for a while about the deal we made, and finally I told him he'd let me win. "Oh, so... that's how it is, huh?" he said. "I'll offer you a rematch. If you win, you keep the bottom bunk, but if I win, there's nothing more to discuss." "Alright," I agreed, betting everything on one card. I thought it was my only shot at getting what I wanted. We fired up the game and played the same level with the same characters again. This time, he seemed to be taking it very seriously. The match was one of the closest of my life—it was amazing how evenly matched we were. Finally, my girlfriend hugged me from behind to cheer me on, but without meaning to, all she did was make me lose focus and ultimately lose the match. "Well, looks like that settles everything. Sorry," my roommate said. "No! Wait!" I stammered. "No buts!" We talked for a good while, but I'd already lost all my bargaining power. My girlfriend was sad, until her face lit up and she said, "What if I just move down alone? Would you mind?" "What?" I looked at her, surprised. "Think about it, it'll only be for a while, and then we'll go back to sleeping like always." "Are you crazy?" I said. We argued, and the conversation escalated until my girlfriend started crying. Finally, I let myself be beaten, on the condition that they sleep completely separate. They both eventually agreed. Even though I'd rather it hadn't happened, so I wouldn't be the bad guy in this story. Night 31. That night we went to sleep, and for the first time, my girlfriend didn't come up with me. She stayed downstairs, next to my roommate. The three of us talked for a while and finally they fell asleep. I say they fell asleep because I couldn't sleep a wink all night. I was consumed by jealousy, though I had to admit they never got close to each other at any point. A few nights went by and I started to relax. I even managed to sleep. Night 36 Almost a week had passed and I was sleeping peacefully, I had gotten used to the new situation and, honestly, the extra space in the bed was quite noticeable. But that night I would be woken up by a familiar noise... In the middle of the night I woke up and immediately knew what was happening. My roommate was masturbating again. And my girlfriend? What was she doing? Quickly, but carefully, I leaned over the bed to see what was going on. Luckily, the situation was better than I expected. My roommate was masturbating facing the wall, back to back with my girlfriend. I watched him while staying alert for any movements that might indicate my girlfriend was about to wake up, but she seemed asleep. ------- Over the following days, this event kept repeating, to the point where I almost expected it, but I never found the moment or the willpower to talk about it with anyone. Night 41 That night everything went as usual. At some point during the night, my roommate started masturbating. Like the other times, he kept a rhythm that gradually sped up and held his breath when he was about to cum. That day would have been like the others, but while I was staring, absorbed, as that guy masturbated next to my girlfriend, and watching to make sure he didn't try anything weird, my girlfriend, still asleep, turned over and accidentally dropped her hand onto my roommate's member. I couldn't believe it! My girlfriend's hand was resting on top of my roommate's huge cock. The cock was so big and so hard that it managed to hold the weight of my girlfriend's sleeping hand. I stared wide-eyed at my roommate and saw how he, surprised, He stood stunned, staring at that hand which, by reflex, was grabbing his cock. Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of it and quickly turned around, stopping his masturbation. I guess the surprise had killed his mood. Night 42 That night, it took me longer to fall asleep knowing what had happened the night before. I couldn't get the image of my girlfriend's hand on my roommate's cock out of my head—and who knows what he was thinking! By the time night came, the shock had mostly worn off. It had been an accident, and surely that would make him stop masturbating once and for all without me having to do anything. When we turned off the light, they whispered to each other more than usual, with a few stifled giggles mixed in with the murmurs, which struck me as odd, but I chalked it up to the awkwardness my roommate must have felt with my girlfriend, remembering the previous night. Little by little, I drifted off to sleep, amid whispers and laughter. That night, I woke up and heard rapid breathing. I heard the sound of masturbation I'd grown used to, but the rhythm wasn't the usual one—it was slower, with gentler movements. Well, damn, it seemed like I'd have to talk to him again after all. That night, he came much faster, which surprised me. When I peeked over, I saw them both lying down, staring up at the ceiling, but separated by about 20 inches, and I felt more at ease. Night 48 The nights passed, and I'd gotten used to the new rhythm. Now he masturbated this way every day. It seemed like he liked it more since he moaned louder, but otherwise, I'd fall asleep afterward, and everything was fine. But that night, something was different. In the middle of his session, I suddenly heard a giggle I recognized all too well… My girlfriend. Startled, I leaned over to look at the bottom bunk, but in my haste, I couldn't help making noise. When I looked, they were both staring up at the ceiling, with the sheet covering my girlfriend's entire body and up to my roommate's chest. Roommate. In his crotch, you could clearly see a huge tent. "Is something wrong, babe?" my girlfriend said. "What? Oh... No, no! Not at all," I said. "I thought I heard a noise and was wondering if something was up. It sounded like you were laughing." "Well, the truth is I woke up for a moment, and as you can see, I found the sight between our friend's legs here amusing, and I couldn't help but laugh. Sorry I woke you, babe." We chatted a bit more while my roommate pretended to be asleep, and then we went back to sleep. I tossed and turned in bed for a while; for some reason, what I'd seen left me uneasy, and I couldn't fall asleep.

After a bit, curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist looking again. They were both in the same position—she was completely covered, but he was already uncovered, with his cock out, fully erect, and my girlfriend staring at it with wide eyes. It felt like time stood still. I watched for a few seconds to see how she'd react, my heart in my throat. She was completely still, but couldn't take her eyes off that enormous cock just inches from her hand. Finally, she looked at my roommate, checking he was asleep, and then looked toward me, so I pretended to be asleep. She seemed to relax and pulled a trembling hand out from under the sheets, slowly reaching toward the erect penis, and gently gripped it just below the head. I was frozen, watching the scene. She left her hand resting there for a few seconds, then started moving it up and down very slowly... until my roommate made a slight movement, and she got scared, dropping what she was doing and going back to sleep. The next day, I was angry and frustrated with her all day. Finally, noticing my strange behavior, she asked, "Honey, what's wrong with you today? You're acting really weird." "Nothing. I said. "Come on, don't lie to me." She replied, knowing me well. After a while, she managed to coax the truth out of me, and I explained what I had seen. "Oh honey, forgive me, I'm so sorry. You know I've always been curious about what another penis feels like, and yesterday when I saw it so close and so easily accessible, I couldn't help but touch it. But don't worry, I couldn't even wrap my hand all the way around it! It would definitely hurt me a lot! Hahahaha," she laughed. After talking a bit more, we went to sleep. Night 49: That night, I was woken up by the sound I already knew so well. My roommate was masturbating. This time, I was nervous because of what I had seen the previous night, and I peeked over to look, as had become my habit. Tonight was a bit strange since both of them were covered up to their necks, which was unusual for my roommate. I could see a bulge rising and falling in my roommate's crotch. At first glance, one thing caught my attention: he was masturbating with his left hand, which was odd since he's right-handed. Also, the hand was wrapped in the sheets, which seemed strange to me. After watching for a while, I took a closer look at my girlfriend's position and noticed that I couldn't see her right arm... A thought flooded my mind: what if it was my girlfriend masturbating him under the sheets? With the poor visibility I had, I couldn't confirm it. Jealousy was eating me up inside, but I couldn't do anything except watch without drawing attention. At that moment, my roommate shifted and uncovered the blanket down to his crotch, allowing me to see his huge cock surrounded by a hand I couldn't clearly make out... I kept watching as that covered hand went up and down, faster and faster—was it my roommate's hand or my girlfriend's? Up and down... Both my girlfriend and my roommate lay still on their backs with their eyes closed. Up and down, faster and faster... My girlfriend's body began to tremble—or was it because of... to the movement of the bed? I couldn't tell. Without me expecting it, the climax arrived, and along with my partner's heavy breathing, streams of semen began to shoot out with incredible pressure, some landing on my partner's body and some on the sheet covering my girlfriend... I was mesmerized watching the spectacle when, unexpectedly, his hand gave a couple more jerks, causing my partner to let out a surprised moan, and two more powerful spurts of cum shot out. Unfortunately, this time they landed directly on my girlfriend's face, who, being asleep, didn't react. The first one went straight into her hair and eyes, the second, a bit less powerful, hit her cheek, mouth, and chin. I couldn't believe it. My partner, who seemed unaware of what had just happened, turned over and went to sleep. I didn't know what to do, seeing my girlfriend's face covered in another man's semen... My girlfriend, still asleep, turned so I couldn't see her face and continued sleeping. I tried to sleep, but I realized I was completely hard. It made me furious that my body reacted this way; I didn't understand what was happening to my body or why it reacted like that. After trying to sleep a bit and failing, I had to resort to masturbating, trying to get those images out of my head, though I didn't succeed. Truth be told, it had been a long time since I came that hard. Night 50 As usual, the sound of my partner masturbating began to be heard. Tonight the atmosphere was quieter than normal, too quiet. I realized I was completely hard again, thinking about what might be happening. I couldn't last even five minutes until I finally crept very quietly to the edge of the bed and got ready to look. They were both lying on their backs, eyes closed, covered with the sheet up to their heads. I watched for a while, but nothing seemed to happen—no suspicious movement. I held my breath for ten minutes, a knot in my stomach, observing. Finally, my nervousness began to fade, and I decided to go to sleep, but just as I was about to move away, I caught a slight movement under the sheets. Could it be that my girlfriend's hand had moved toward my roommate's package? I had no way of knowing. Again, with a knot in my stomach, this time much stronger, I stood frozen, watching. Little by little, I could see how, under the sheet, in the area where my roommate's member was, slight movements began to appear—like caresses or playful touches. Gradually, it started to get hard, forming that tent of fabric I knew all too well. The rhythm increased, and I suppose thanks to the moonlight coming through the window, I had a clearer view of the situation than ever before. Suddenly, he stopped masturbating. I froze and held my breath to avoid drawing attention. What happened next confirmed my deepest fears. My girlfriend, whispering, stirred in her spot and said something about the heat. She threw off the sheet and, with a quick movement, took off her top, leaving her breasts completely bare.

I stared at them, stunned and aroused, but what happened next was the last straw. With another movement, my girlfriend pulled the sheet down to my roommate's knees, completely exposing his enormous cock, pointing straight up toward my bed. Without missing a beat, my girlfriend's small hand wrapped around that cock beside her and began to jerk him off.

I could see perfectly how my girlfriend’s right hand, which couldn’t even fully wrap around the circumference of the cock she was gripping, gently masturbated her bedmate. I saw without a doubt how she massaged his cock at a rhythm I knew all too well, I saw how she increased the pace as time went on and how my roommate writhed in pleasure. I saw the sway of my girlfriend’s tits in the moonlight and I could feel the bed rocking with every movement she made. The moment I dreaded most arrived. The breathing of the man beneath her grew more ragged, my girlfriend’s movements faster and faster, my cock harder and harder, her tits bouncing up and down in a hypnotic rhythm with her nipples fully hard, I saw my roommate’s face turned toward them, but I couldn’t tell if his eyes were open. Silence fell. My girlfriend aimed that huge cock toward herself, and then my roommate started to cum. The first spurts of semen shot straight into my girlfriend’s face, hitting her forehead, mouth, nose, and cheeks… then the next shots, weaker, bathed her tits and belly. My girlfriend’s body was completely covered in another man’s cum, and it had happened right in front of me. I couldn’t take it anymore and came without even touching myself, then I guess I went into shock and don’t really remember what happened next. The next morning I woke up and she was already gone. I couldn’t focus in class and spent the whole day thinking about the fight I was going to have with her when we saw each other. How could she betray me like that? Luckily it was the last day of the semester before Christmas break and there wasn’t much important material. When I got home, I took advantage of the fact that it was just my girlfriend and me and let loose. “Hey, we need to talk about what happened last night.” “What’s wrong? Why are you so serious?” she said. “Yesterday—” At night, I heard strange noises and saw what you did with my roommate while I was up in the bunk bed. She got serious. "Oh, that? I was just giving him a massage. He needed to relax..." she said, unconvincingly. "What do you mean, a massage? I saw you giving him a handjob!" I said, losing my cool. Tears started to escape, and she began sobbing too. We talked for a while, and she explained that she hadn't been able to sleep for a few days because he was masturbating next to her, and one night she got fed up and asked him to stop. Apparently, my roommate told her he never masturbated by himself and that his ex-girlfriend used to take care of his "needs." Then she explained they reached an agreement: she would take care of it on the condition that she wouldn't say anything and that he'd let her sleep afterward, so she could keep sleeping in that bed until exams were over. I was frozen with rage. The bastard had been taking advantage of my girlfriend's good faith... What, he didn't know how to masturbate? Give me a break! Unfortunately, we found out my roommate had already left the apartment for the entire holidays, and we wouldn't see him for the next few weeks, so we couldn't talk to him right away. ----------------------- Christmas passed, and things went back to normal. I couldn't bring myself to bring up the topic directly when I saw my roommate, but luckily my girlfriend had already finished her exams and was sleeping with me again... Or at least that's how it was for the first week. After a week of little sleep due to the cramped space and my roommate's nightly exercises, I found my girlfriend crying alone in the kitchen on a Friday when I got back from class. "What's wrong?" I asked. She looked at me, unable to form words. I spent some time calming her down. "I have to retake three subjects," she finally managed to say, with difficulty. I was stunned. "I need to sleep in the bottom bunk again. I'm sorry. Night 66 It was the first time they were sleeping together again after what happened last time, and I was incredibly nervous. I felt a knot in my stomach that wouldn't let me sleep. All night long, I kept constantly watching, anxious in case something happened, but in the end, nothing did. The next day, I struggled through it exhausted, but I felt calmer. Night 67 When night came, the anxiety returned, and I didn't get a wink of sleep again. Once more, I spent the whole night checking every so often, keeping watch to make sure nothing happened. Luckily, nothing happened either; they just got a little closer than the previous night, but I guess that was normal, since the first night they must have been nervous. Night 68 That night, I dozed off in intervals. Sleep was overwhelming me, but every now and then I'd jolt awake and start watching them. Once when I woke up, he had unconsciously shifted into spooning position, but nothing more… and I fell back asleep. I managed to get some sleep, but it was far from restful; the next day I was exhausted, and I could feel all the accumulated fatigue in my bones. Night 69 Finally, tonight, sleep got the better of me. I slept deeply for what felt like hours. I had a bunch of dreams, many of them erotic, and in the middle of the night, I woke up. I looked down and was surprised not to see my girlfriend. Confused, I searched for her around the room and didn't find her. A bit calmer, I settled back to sleep… but then I heard a strange sound. I leaned over to confirm my suspicions and saw it. My roommate had taken advantage of my girlfriend's absence to start masturbating, as usual. I thought that, at the very least, he should have had the courtesy to wait until my girlfriend left before starting. After thinking that, I couldn't help but notice one detail. The sound I was hearing was very different from what I was used to… it was almost… wet? The bulge under the sheets at my roommate's crotch was also very different, much bigger. Big like a Head, I thought. Was that possible? Fear washed over me, and I thought about moving to get a better angle and confirm my worst anxieties. Was my girlfriend giving him a blowjob? Doubt was eating me alive, but I didn't know how to react or how to position myself to get a better view of the show without being noticed. My roommate seemed to be enjoying it like never before. He even had both hands under the sheets. The lump beneath the sheets rose and fell slowly, as if playing, and my roommate seemed very interested in looking at his member under the sheets. In my head, there was no doubt anymore. My girlfriend had given in to temptation and was giving that huge cock sleeping next to her a blowjob. I heard those wet sounds growing more and more intense, my roommate's breathing becoming rapid and uneven, the lump moving faster and with more intensity, and finally, my roommate starting to cum, trying to hold back a moan in vain. My roommate began to writhe in bed; I imagined his strong hands pressing my girlfriend's head against his pelvis, burying his glans down her throat and releasing powerful jets of semen like the ones I had seen on previous nights. Finally, I even thought I heard someone swallowing... And swallowing again... And again, and finally once more. My roommate relaxed and shot me a glance; I quickly pretended to be asleep and, exhausted as I was, I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, all my memories were blurry. Had it been a dream? No, I thought. I was almost sure of what had happened, and I had to talk to my girlfriend about it. After breakfast, I brought up the subject with my girlfriend, and she laughed. "What are you talking about? I had a bad night last night and was in the bathroom the whole time," she said. "Oh, really?" I said, not very convinced. "Yes, yes. I have no idea what you're talking about." "And how come it sounded so different?" "Well, I don't know, he must have been... jerking off with lube or something. I didn't think you were so jealous, stop being so controlling. – She said angrily. – Seeing where the conversation was headed, I decided to drop it and go talk to my roommate. The conversation with my roommate was a bit different. First, I scolded him for jerking off again, which he denied. Then I told him I'd heard him and that it sounded different now, at which point I noticed a sudden shift in his attitude. – Have you been using lube to jerk off? – I said. He opened his eyes wide, surprised. – Well, yeah, you caught me. Since it had been a while, I thought I'd use lube to go faster and make less noise. I'm really sorry. – Alright, don't let it happen again. At least you did it when my girlfriend wasn't in the room. – I said. – Hahaha, yeah, yeah. – He said. We talked a bit more, but I couldn't stand him anymore and found an excuse to leave quickly. Night 70 My tiredness still lingered, and I slept a lot that night. Every now and then I heard whispers and peeked out, but they weren't doing anything. I peeked a little more and saw my roommate trying to spoon, but she was gently pushing him away, though from her body language, I could tell she wanted it too. Over the next few days, he kept insisting. My roommate's behavior infuriated me, but what bothered me most was that my girlfriend gave in a little more each night. Night 73 That night, I decided to change my strategy. I was going to catch them red-handed. I bought two spy video cameras online and placed them strategically to see the bed from two angles I couldn't see from my usual spot. I also decided to pretend to be very sick. I took some gummy vitamins that look like medicine in front of everyone and mentioned they seemed to have a very strong sedative effect. I went to bed, bracing myself for what was coming. Like the For the rest of the days, my roommate kept insisting. Now, taking advantage of the fact that they thought I was asleep, they were spooning very tightly, but without doing anything too suspicious. I was watching them through the cameras using my phone. I heard whispers, which sounded like my roommate joking and tickling my girlfriend. I heard laughter and saw them subtly brushing against each other, as if it were nothing. On the camera I had at the bottom of the bed, I could see my roommate's huge bulge pressed right up against my girlfriend's ass; she must have clearly felt it on her buttocks. I also saw that my girlfriend was only wearing a thong, but she was covering her vaginal entrance with her hand. They kept playing for a while; I saw him slip his hand under her pajama top and move it up toward her breasts. I saw my girlfriend's face, how she closed her eyes and bit her lips, barely holding back her lust. Before I knew it, I could see that my roommate had taken off his pants and had his member fully erect at my girlfriend's entrance, but she was keeping it out with her hand, gently stroking his glans. There was a moment of silence, and I saw my girlfriend's expression change. She had made up her mind. She made several gestures at me and lightly tapped me to check if I was asleep, and I kept pretending to be. I looked at the cameras and saw it. She took the huge cock between her legs and guided it to her entrance. He started pushing gently, entering centimeter by centimeter. I could see my girlfriend's eyes rolling back as she bit her lower lip. Slowly, the cock made its way in until it couldn't go any further, and then the back-and-forth began. I could feel the bed rocking to the rhythm of them fucking right below me, and all I did was watch the cameras and see their faces in ecstasy. For a few minutes, the rocking grew more and more intense, and the sounds became strong, I could hear how the two of them tried to hide their moans as best they could. I watched my girlfriend start trembling in a way I knew all too well—she was cumming. I had never seen her come like that. She looked like a different woman, her legs shaking as if she were possessed, but he didn't stop thrusting. When she collapsed, spent, he started speeding up, and she turned her face to look him in the eyes. I listened closely: "You don't have a condom, don't cum inside. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you." What? I thought. What did she mean by that? I didn't have to wait long to find out, because he was at his limit, stifling a groan, he quickly pulled his cock out of my girlfriend's vagina, and she got off the bed, kneeling down. He stood up and started jerking off in her face. I couldn't believe my eyes—my girlfriend had never done that with me. They hadn't been standing for even ten seconds, with my girlfriend on her knees, smiling at him with her mouth open, when he started to cum. I heard my buddy moan, and the first spurt of semen shot out, traveling fast and hitting my girlfriend's tongue. The impact redirected the stream toward her throat, and she swallowed immediately. The second and third spurts hit her forehead and cheeks, covering her face completely with cum. I couldn't see the rest because my girlfriend, staring him straight in the eyes, shoved my buddy's cock all the way down her throat, practically unhinging her jaw, and all I could see were his balls rising and falling with each spurt from his member, and how, at the same time, my girlfriend's throat swallowed the semen without a moment's hesitation. I kept pretending to be asleep to maintain my alibi—the next morning, I'd show them the videos and get my revenge... Unfortunately, as I saw right then, the app I was using was a trial version, and only the first two minutes had been recorded, when they hadn't even gotten into bed yet. It was useless to me. Night 74 Tonight would be the one. I couldn't take it anymore, the way they both behaved during the day, barely hiding it and without considering that I was in that house. I pretended to still be sick, and it didn't take long for them to start. He moved his hand to my girlfriend's crotch, which was already wet and expectant. He began to masturbate her, and I heard my girlfriend's muffled moans for a few minutes. Then they got into the spooning position, and I saw through the cameras how his enormous cock quickly entered places I had never reached. They fucked in silence for a while; I only heard the creaking of the bed and a slight rocking motion. Finally, my girlfriend came, and I could see him pull out his cock and tell my roommate to get on top of her. My roommate started masturbating over her face while she had her mouth open; she stared at him lustfully in the eyes, and he kept masturbating violently, aiming at her throat. It didn't seem to be working; he seemed to have infinite stamina, in my opinion. Finally, my girlfriend took control and placed his cock between her tits, starting to masturbate him with them while keeping the tip in her mouth. His cock was so long that she could jerk off the base with her breasts while licking the glans with her mouth. I couldn't help but admire that member, since what they were doing was completely impossible with mine. The technique seemed to work, as my roommate soon began to pant and cum in spurts into my girlfriend's mouth, who swallowed his semen eagerly, though a lot of it spilled from the corners of her lips between swallows. I felt very sad seeing my girlfriend enjoy sex like that, though at the same time I was fascinated by her skills. When I went to check the video, I realized that in the excitement, I had forgotten to hit record... Night 75 That same afternoon, I made sure the cameras were recording and saving the Video correctly. Everything was ready for the final time. It all started as usual: I pretended to be sick and went to bed. Half an hour later, the two of them came through the door. This time, they weren't even pretending anymore—my girlfriend walked in without her top on, her tits out, and kissing him deeply. They quickly stretched out on the lower bunk, clearly in the focus of my cameras. They hurriedly undressed, and she proceeded to give him an intense blowjob while he finished getting naked. Then they moved into a 69 position, which I could see from both angles. They came in sync in that position, and I watched my girlfriend's vagina contract and release her fluids onto my roommate's face, while his cock pulsed as it shot his semen into her throat. They weren't even trying to muffle their moans anymore. I thought they were done, but she kept sucking until, shortly after, he got hard again. Then she got on all fours, and he started fucking her from behind violently, shaking the bed so loudly I thought it might break, making a huge racket. Now they were both screaming with pleasure, and every time he thrust deep inside her, I heard the sharp slap of their bodies colliding. After a while, they decided to switch positions and moved into missionary. He was on top, thrusting into her quickly and moaning louder and louder. She was looking up, screaming with pleasure. For some reason, I couldn't help wanting to see that scene in person, so I leaned over and watched them with my own eyes. At that moment, our eyes met. My girlfriend stared at me without blinking, while he kept fucking her. She smiled at me, and then, without breaking eye contact, she started trembling and came. "I'm coming," said my roommate. He started to pull out, but she clamped her legs tightly around his waist and stopped him. Then he started coming wildly inside her. We were still staring at each other while they filled her with semen. I could see my roommate's balls rising and falling with each wave of semen he was unloading into my girlfriend, and my girlfriend finally closed her eyes to enjoy that sensation. Night 76 Defeated after the previous night, I confronted my girlfriend in the morning, when my roommate had left the house. "How could you do this to me?" I said, crying. She looked at me and, without much pity in her eyes, said, "I don't know. One thing led to another, and as you could already see. Our roommate is a stud. I have the right to know what a good orgasm is like before spending the rest of my life with you, right?" I looked at her, surprised that she was talking about our future. But she kept talking. "From now on, we'll sleep in the top bunk and our roommate in the bottom. I hope that's satisfactory for you." I stayed quiet and nodded slightly, glad that my girlfriend had finally come to her senses. Night came, and finally my girlfriend and I went to sleep in the bottom bunk, while my roommate went to the top one. My roommate looked at me with defiant eyes before climbing up and turning over. I hated him deeply. Finally, everything was back to normal. "But I'm going to get my revenge," I thought. When we turned off the lights, and before anyone had time to fall asleep, I started touching my girlfriend and rubbing against her to get her horny. I was going to make him suffer what he had made me suffer these months. To my surprise, my girlfriend reacted positively. She started rubbing and moving her body suggestively. It had been so long since we'd done anything that I was really horny, but I couldn't help noticing something was off. I escalated the situation until I realized the problem. I wasn't hard at all. How could I not have noticed until now? I thought. Very confused and scared. My girlfriend seemed to realize it at the same time I did and looked at me with wide eyes and an angry expression. "Seriously?" she said loudly. "After all that nonsense, you can't even get hard?" I wished I was anywhere else. Then I heard a soft chuckle from the top bunk and noticed movement above me. My roommate had uncovered himself and turned on the light. Then I could hear that horrible sound I already knew too well starting again. He was masturbating. My girlfriend stood up, still in her pajamas, and said, "Do you have something to offer?" Without a word, he turned around, and I could see his erect cock hanging horizontally over the edge, just inches from my girlfriend's mouth. She smiled, pulled her pants down a few inches, and lifted her pajama top up to her neck, revealing her entire naked body, and proceeded to take it in her mouth and suck. From below, I had a perfect view of my girlfriend on her knees on the bed, sucking that enormous cock, three times bigger than mine, while her breasts bounced to the rhythm of the blowjob and her hand masturbated just inches from me. "Come on, I want to cum," my girlfriend said. I looked at her confused, but my roommate didn't hesitate for a moment. I was frozen in bed as he climbed down from the top bunk. My girlfriend took the chance to take off her top and get on all fours on top of me, holding my wrists and staring straight into my eyes. My roommate positioned his muscular figure behind my girlfriend's ass and knelt down, ready to fuck her doggy style directly with me underneath. My girlfriend looked at me with a smile and arched her back, as if inviting him. He didn't wait another minute and brought his enormous cock to my girlfriend's entrance, leaving it there for a moment, as if to make himself wanted. "Come on!" my girlfriend said hastily. "I can't wait m-" He cut her off, thrusting into her quickly. I could see my girlfriend's eyes widen in grimace of pleasure. Then they started moving in sync. I had a close-up view of my girlfriend's ecstatic face as that man fucked her. She began to moan loudly just inches from my ears, without holding back at all. She came hard, and I think she even woke up the neighbors. I was still frozen, but it seemed like my roommate had endless stamina. He pushed my girlfriend's head into the pillow and stretched her out completely on top of me. Then he stretched out on top of her and kept fucking her like that. I was suffocating under the weight of two more people on me. My roommate didn't stop, and I was in the middle of it all, still not sure why, listening to every sound, feeling the heat of their two bodies, and watching them enjoy themselves while ignoring me. After what felt like an eternity, my girlfriend turned over on top of me, resting her back against my chest and spreading her legs so he could fuck her missionary style, which my roommate didn't hesitate to do. They were both embracing on top of me, screaming with pleasure louder and louder. I could feel they were about to cum any moment. That moment I dreaded so much arrived. "I'm cumming," my roommate said. My girlfriend locked her legs around him so he wouldn't pull out, and he started cumming inside her. Meanwhile, my girlfriend, feeling the spurts of semen entering her, began to cum too. They kept cumming for a while; I could feel the bed moving with each thrust he made to drive his seed as deep as possible, until finally they both relaxed. I thought the nightmare was finally over. "Fuck my ass," she said. We both looked at her in disbelief. He got hard again immediately. "What?" he said. "I've always wanted to do it, and now I think it's a good time. I'm still really horny." She got back into doggy style on top of me, and my roommate returned to his original position. But this time, he was going to explore places even I had never been to. She stared straight into my eyes and pressed her face into the pillow. He began to penetrate her gently. I turned my head and could see my girlfriend with her eyes closed, biting the pillow hard as my roommate slowly stretched her open. He started moving forcefully, and they both began to moan. The bed shook, and I could feel every thrust hitting my girlfriend's ass reverberating against my skin. The rhythm picked up, and the moment came when my girlfriend stopped biting the pillow to scream freely. It seemed like their two bodies understood each other perfectly. Their faces and bodies accelerated toward mutual orgasm. Then I understood. I could never give her what she needed. My roommate started to come, filling my girlfriend's ass with semen, while she, on her end, began to climax like I had never seen before—her legs trembling, her arms giving out, her head falling onto my chest, defeated. Finally, the next day I decided to break up with her, but she stayed in the apartment and kept fucking my roommate every day, even having threesomes or foursomes with his friends, all while I looked for another place during the 4 or 5 weeks it took me to find one.