Category: Jade

Chris had the idea for the couples costume — Top Gun — and I was definitely on board.

There’s something about putting on a flight suit that just shifts your energy.

I’ve been so locked into training and coursework lately that I’ve barely let myself breathe. Tonight I’m not thinking about any of that.

I’m just ready to let loose.

Then my phone lit up, it’s Jake — he has my number from the swim team group chat — asking if I’m coming tonight.

I stared at the message for a second longer than I should have.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I look good, but it’s halloween – a girl’s chance to dress like a complete slut and get away with it.

And now Jake’s coming. His text sent a chill of excitement through my body.

I went back to my wardrobe and pulled out a bodysuit that I had been saving for a special ocassion.

This definitely makes more of a statement. It fits like a second skin — all those early mornings in the pool have their payoff.

Jake texted again asking what I was wearing. I stared at the message and felt my pussy get a little bit wet.

I felt Chris glance over my shoulder and I tilted the screen away, telling him it was one of the girls asking what I had on.

He didn’t push it. I typed back: “Something dark. Find me x” — and hit send before I could second-guess it.

I slipped into the club and made a beeline for the bar, positioning myself beside Chris as the music thumped through the room.

He was still complaining that I hadn’t committed to the Top Gun costume like he had for the Halloween party.

I laughed it off, nudging him lightly. “Sorry, hun, I just wasn’t feeling it,” I said, though my attention was already drifting.

I kept scanning the crowd, half-listening as more of our friends trickled in, still no sign of Jake.

Chris had launched into a long explanation about his coursework, something he was clearly passionate about, his voice animated over the noise, but it all blurred into the background.

I nodded along absentmindedly until suddenly I realised Jake was right next to us.

My stomach flipped, butterflies rushing in all at once. “Oh hey! Hey guys, this is my new friend Jake from swimming,” I said quickly, stepping over to Chris and wrapping him in a hug so Jake might feel jealous.

“And this is my boyfriend, Chris.”

“Let’s go dance!” I said, breaking the moment, and the group immediately cheered in agreement

Chris put his hand out to me with an expectant smile. I paused for a second, staring at him with a blank expression, weighing it, the guilt of what I was about to do already flickering somewhere in the back of my mind.

I turned, took Jake’s hand instead, and led him straight to the dancefloor.

The music swallowed us up as the crowd closed in, and I felt that strange mix of emotions all at once—guilty, a little reckless, but mostly just excited.

More than anything, I just wanted Jake to hold me tonight.

Jake’s hands settled on me, and I leaned in without thinking, my heart racing, butterflies flooding my chest in waves.

I could feel the weight of Chris’s eyes on me from somewhere behind us, though, and for a second it flickered in my mind, but it didn’t pull me away.

If anything, it made everything feel more intense. I was caught up in it—his closeness, the heat of the room, the thrill of doing exactly what I wanted—and I could feel the excitement buzzing through me, and my pussy was starting to get wet underneath this tight bodysuit.

When we made our way back to the bar, the shift in energy was immediate.

Chris turned to me, clearly annoyed, and started having a go at me for embarrassing him in front of everyone. His words came out sharp, cutting through the noise, but I didn’t interrupt.

I just stood there, staring at him, letting him get it all out. When he finally stopped, waiting for some kind of reaction, I didn’t argue back or explain myself.

Instead, I reached out, took his hand, and without saying a word, started leading him toward the bathroom.

I sat him down, pulled of his pants so his little pecker was out.

It was rock hard, typical.

“You don’t get to boss me around,” I said, meeting his eyes so he knew I meant it.

“And I’m not okay with you having a go at me like that in front of everyone.” I paused for a second, letting it land.

“If you’re feeling jealous, that’s on you—keep it to yourself. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

I was holding his little dick whilst saying all of this.

I wanted to get this over with and get back to the night, so I pulled him toward the edge of the bath by his cock. He followed.

The tension between us still hanging in the air. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice so it stayed just between us. “If you’ve got something to say to me,” I whispered, calm but firm, “you say it to me—not in front of everyone else. And you don’t get to decide what I do or who I dance with.”

I started jerking him slowly whilst continuing, “Oh, and if you behave yourself like a good little boy, I’ll even let you watch Jake rip of my clothes and fuck me tonight.”

Just saying that made me a little wet.

And, of course, Chris blew his load instantly.

He squirmed like a little boy, red with embarassment and cum dripping down his little dick.

I left him in the bathroom alone to clean up his mess while I went back to the party.

Back at the bar, Jake was gone.

I pulled out my phone, hesitated for a second, then typed, “Where did you go?” and slipped it back into my hand, trying not to stare at the screen.

I waited a bit before checking it again.

His reply eventually came through: “I felt like I should go… Chris seemed upset and it was getting awkward.”

I was furious.

I read it twice, exhaled slowly, then typed back, “Oh right, fair.” I paused, thumbs hovering, then added, “Where are you now?” before locking my phone again.

The music carried on around me—loud, messy, everyone else fully in it—but I felt slightly outside of it, like I’d stepped half a pace back.

A minute passed. Maybe two.

Chris returned from the bathroom more quiet than usual. I do not want to go home with him tonight.

I opened my camera, angled it just right, and took a quick selfie—nothing too posed, just enough. I looked at it for a second, then sent it to Jake with a caption, “I’m yours tonight if you want me x”

His reply came quicker this time.

“I’m at another bar now, but sure I’ll have you.”

Cocky prick, but it worked. I keep staring at his message. It turned me on so much how casual he was about it.

Like he could walk up to any girl and “have them”, which he probably could. I really couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

I sent him the address to my dorm with, “Midnight. Don’t be late x”.

My heart kicked a little, but I kept my expression neutral, like none of it was a big deal. I slipped my phone back into my hand, checked it once, then again a few seconds later despite myself.

Then his reply came through, “Deal.”

It was getting close to midnight now, and I turned to Chris who was sitting down in front of me, so I was leaning over him. He saw me texting earlier, and probably guessed what I was up to.

“I need some money for a taxi.” My voice was steady, almost too casual. He didn’t question it—just handed it over.

And just like that, I left.

When I finally got back to mine, all I could think about was when Jake would arrive. It was impossible to relax with the thoughts racing through my head, checking my phone, then looking toward the door again.

Every sound outside made my heart jump for a second before settling again. Time felt slower, stretched out, and I kept wondering how long it would take.

I felt the need to wrap my legs around something, anything, and grabbed the nearest pillow. I stared at the door, which I left open, willing Jake into the room.

When it finally opened, it suddenly crossed my mind that it could be Chris.

But thank god it wasn’t. When Jake walked in, he just stood there and stared at me.

I can’t believe this is actually happening. I feel guilty that this is no longer a fantasy I was playing with Chris anymore – Jake is here and he’s going to fuck me.

I’m a nervous wreck, mixed with emotions of guilt, lust, and nerves in my stomach, but I refused to let it show.

I slowly turned on all fours, “Where do you want me daddy?”

He could see I was dripping wet already,

“Right there” he said.

He stripped off all his clothes slowly, and I took a good look at his naked body. Wow!… I knew he was packing. I turned giddy with excitement.

He slapped his massive cock on my ass, and I could feel the weight of it. I could feel the girth of it throbbing between my butt cheeks.

He was teasing me, and he was in full control.

Finally, he entered me. Slowly stretching me out with his thick, throbbing thunder cock.

I moaned, “Oh, it’s so big daddy!”

Time stood still. I wanted this moment to last forever. I thought it might hurt so I had lube at the ready, but my pussy was so wet that we didn’t need it.

Jake started picking up the pace, very slowly.

I let out soft moans whilst he took his time. He was still teasing me. I think he still was only half way in, but I needed new bedsheets already.

Suddenly, Chris appeared at the door.

At the exact same time, Jake rammed me from behind whilst I screamed, “Oh, god!”

A pang of guilt entered my chest, as I saw Chris at the door, helpless. He looked like he was on the verge of crying and I felt really bad, but this was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life and I didn’t want anything to ruin it.

Since Jake didn’t even notice, I tried not to let anything show, and we carried on fucking for a bit.

Chris just stood there watching. Even though Jake didn’t notice I felt like it was ruining the mood.

I couldn’t ignore it any longer, so I got up and told Jake to stay where he was, and took Chris out into the hallway.

“Look,” I said, “I know I told you that you could watch if you were a good little boy but I’ve changed my mind. Not tonight”.

My guilt and sympathy had quickly turned into anger, “I’m going to lock the door.

“You can either lean on the door and listen like a pathetic little cuck, or fuck off”.

I had a feeling he’d choose the first option.

What on earth has come over me? I’ve never been so mean, but I also felt empowered. This is my body, and I can do whatever I want with it. And tonight, I’m letting Jake do whatever he wants with it.

I was pleased to see Jake was still hard when I got back inside the dorm room and locked the door. He’s so patient like that.

I straddle him whilst admiring the size of huge throbbing man dick. It’s almost the size of my torso!

Hoping Chris is still outside listening, I say “Oh my, your cock is massive!”

“It must be twice the size of my boyfriend’s”

He made some cocky joke I couldn’t remember, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

I started sucking his giant dick, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to work.

I said, “I can barely fit it in my mouth”.

He said we should try another position, and slowly slid into reverse cowgirl.

I was still dripping wet but it was quite a squeeze getting him all the way in me.

Things escalated quickly, and he took me into a Full Nelson position. It was so hot.

I squirted so hard that I got it all over the floor, and noticed some of it landed on Chris’s clothes that he left here yesterday.

He turned me to my side and started spoon-fucking me.

I let out a little squirt and moaned, “Oh, yes daddy!”

I wanted to try all positions and for the night to go on forever.

He showed no signs of slowing down.

I turned over so I could climb ontop of him, and I could feel his giant member on my stomach as we got into position.

I wish everyone had a dick like his.

We held hands so I could steady myself as I rode him.

I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. I can’t believe how much I’ve squirted tonight, and I was getting close again…

I could feel everything. His girth. His length. His throbbing veins inside my wet pussy.

I’m going to be super loose for a few days after this. I wonder if I’ll even feel Chris entering me. And whether he was still outside listening…

I moaned, “Oh, daddy, it’s so big!” as I squirted yet again.

He flipped me back as I continued to squirt. I was helpless. He was in full control.

And he knew it, the cocky prick. With a smirk on his face he watched me squirm like his good little slut.

And just like that, he pulled out and blew his load all over me.

I got on all fours and asked if he had anymore for me.

He did. He stroked his cock a bit more and aimed for my face.

I said, “You can have me whenever you want.”

A smirk appeared across his face. “I know,” he said.

The arrogance of this freshman – he must be five years younger than Chris!

He picked up his things and left my room butt naked without so much as a goodbye, and I saw him pass Chris on his way out with a big smile across his face.

Chris entered the room and sat on the bed. He was on the verge of tears, but I really needed to clean up a bit.

“Sorry baby, I’ll be with you in one minute. There’s so much cum everywhere. That man’s a monster!”

I cleaned up, got into my pink silk robe, and sat on the bed.

Chris was really upset but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. This was the greatest night of my life, let’s be honest.

This was definitely a fork in the road.

Either Chris would accept his fate as a cuckold and get on with it, or we’d break up.

I love Chris. He’s kind, he’s sweet, and he buys me things. I didn’t want to break up. And I didn’t want to argue, so I presented him with a choice.

I spread my legs and said, “don’t worry baby, you can still lick me out.”

“Oh, and mommy missed a spot.”

I stood up and Chris went to work like a good little cuck.

I’m the fastest swimmer on the women’s team and the captain, so showing up to tryouts is basically mandatory — part of the job.

I shouldn’t have been nervous, but for some reason I was. There was this low hum of anxiety I couldn’t quite shake. A new girl, a freshman, walked in. She was walking around like she owned the pool deck. No hesitation, no jitters, just pure confidence radiating off her.

She dove in, and I watched from the lane next to her. When the times went up, she had beaten my score. I stood there staring at the board for a moment, trying to process it. I didn’t let it show on my face, but honestly? I was disheartened.

That hasn’t happened in a long time.

Then her boyfriend walked in.

Wow, this man was gorgeous… was hard to ignore. Tall, broad-shouldered, with this quiet confidence that filled the room without him trying.

I caught myself wondering how she had managed to land him.

I’ve been dating Chris, who is genuinely a good guy, but something between us just hasn’t been clicking lately and I can’t quite put my finger on why. Chris is older than me, but somehow he doesn’t really carry himself like a man — there’s a softness there that I’ve been noticing more and more.

This freshman, though, had something different. He was tall. Handsome. Strong. And you could just tell he was confident, overly so… and I could see by the bulge in his swmming trunks why that might be.

When our eyes met across the pool deck, I felt a little rush of something — actual tingles — which I was not expecting.

Someone introduced us poolside, and I went straight for the hug. Perhaps a bit inappropriate when we’re both in swimwear, but something lept over me and I couldn’t help it.

The second my arms were around him I felt butterflies go absolutely wild. We held there for a moment too long, come to think of it.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see both Chris and Jake’s girlfriend were watching.

We chatted for a few minutes after that — small talk about the team, the tryouts — but I was barely tracking the words. I was just hyper-aware of how close we were standing, of the warmth coming off him after the swim.

Thank god my swimming costume was already wet, because my pussy was dripping at this point. Wow! Just putting his arms around me, I was already out of control.

When Chris and I got back to my dorm that evening, I was still buzzing — restless in a way I couldn’t really explain to him.

I looked at him, and wondered for a second if he was jealous of Jake and me flirting earlier. He definitely noticed.

I also wondered if he could sense how horny I had become.

He must have picked up on the energy because things quickly shifted, and we ended up making out.

It was nice. It was familiar. But even as it was happening, some part of my mind was somewhere else entirely.

When we slipped into our usual routine and I pulled out his dick, I suddenly realised what was missing in this relationship.

Chris puts a lot of effort into pleasuring me – he’s great with his hands and mouth. And I do love him, I think. But I’ve never had an orgasm with his little pencil dick inside me.

I’d love to know what that feels like. I reminded myself of the massive bulge in Jake’s swim trunks… I even felt it press into my thigh when we were hugging.

It turned me on so much. His dick must be twice the size of Chris’.

I could tell Chris was super horny as he stared back at me with his little dick erect in my hand.

He had no idea of the fantasy that was playing in my head.

The fantasy didn’t last long.

Chris ejaculated in almost record time, and I was actually quite frustrated – angry, even, at him. I said if he’s gonna cum that fast like a little boy then he has to return the favour.

I stood up, pushed his head down, close my eyes, and my mind wanders…

Chris does a good job down there, which makes up for what he’s lacking, at least to some extent.

But I wish it was Jake here right now.

Gosh! What’s gotten over me? This cocky freshman walks in, and he’s got me all flustered!

But I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m getting so wet. His strong arms. His handsome devilish smile. His six-pack. His massive bulge…

My legs start shaking and I squirt a little, and I moan, “Oh, Jake”

Chris backed off immediately, he was pissed…

I’ve never squirted with Chris before, so I thought he’d be pleased at least.

But he started screaming at me. I know I shouldn’t have moaned Jake’s name, and I apologised – that was a mistake.

Whoops.

But this was getting out of hand, I’ve never seen Chris this angry.

He says, “Oh, and I saw you two flirting at the pool. Don’t try and deny it!”

I wasn’t denying it.

I should have felt bad, but I found myself getting a bit fed up of his shouting.

I stood there, hands on hips, waiting for him to finish.

He finally lowered his tone a bit, which I appreciate.

He said, in a softer, saddened tone, “all this time you’ve just been thinking about Jake fucking you.”

I couldn’t help myself but as soon as he said that, the image of Jake having his way with me entered my mind so vividly, and I squirted again.

I couldn’t control it.

I just stood there in the middle of the room, squirting at the thought. My legs started shaking and I lost my balance a bit.

What’s gotten over me!? This was wild. I was head-over-heels for someone I had just met. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly.

As mad as Chris’ face looked, somehow I knew this turned him like crazy.

And sure enough as I looked down, I saw his little dick was rock hard.

Our fight didn’t last long – he still looked angry, no doubt. But he was more horny than angry and we both knew it.

He’d love to see Jake plough me, let’s be honest.

I threw him back onto the bed and climbed into position, “You want mommy to make it up to you?”

We agreed that he could fuck me, but only if I could carry on thinking about Jake.

This was a new rush of excitement, watching him squirm with jealousy but unable to control his little pecker or his dirty mind.

We were both fantasising about Jake shoving his massive cock inside me. What a rush!

I wonder if Chris would want to hide in the cupboard and watch.

What’s gotten over me!? This was all happening so suddenly. The shift in dynamic. I was becoming a complete bitch and turning my boyfriend into a pathetic cuckold.

When his little pencil dick was inside me, I taunted him with a soft moan, “Oh Jake, it’s so big”

Got him. He cums all over his little cock almost instantly, and flushes red with embarassment.

I smile back at him, knowing full well who’s in charge of this relationship now.