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There were people all around. It was Friday night, and the guys of the apartment had decided to throw a small party. I knew it would be a good time, so I invited my girlfriend from out of town. Escort Moscow I didn’t see her that much, so it would be fun to be able to drink and party a bit with her. I was wearing some jeans and a stupid shirt with a catchphrase or something. My girlfriend, Jenny, was wearing white short shorts and a black shirt that I wasn’t a huge fan of because it had no sleeves and had such a large gap where her arms went that if she lifted her arms you could see her bra. The short shorts were tiny, allowing me to look from her ankles all the way up to her thighs, where the lights shined off her smooth skin and body.
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She and I had been at the party for a while, just chatting and relaxing, but I noticed that she kept glancing at one of my roommates, Mathew. He was a bit shorter than me but had good looks that made him pretty attractive to women. He was wearing a polo shirt and some khaki shorts. Jenny had mentioned to me once that she thought he was attractive, and I had told her that, while I knew it was stupid to be jealous, it made me uncomfortable that she thought about him that way. She had said she understood and she wouldn’t mention it again, but as she glanced at Mathew the thought came back up. I quickly brushed it aside; I really wasn’t the sort to get mad over a glance. As the night continued though, I couldn’t help but feel they were making eye contact and there was some sort of energy there.

Later on, after more drinking, Jenny and I were dancing. I loved the way she danced. She was so sensuous, the way she could push her ass up against you and tease your cock. By the end of every song I was rock hard. Every song was a lap dance with her. After the third song or so, I said I had to go to the restroom. When I came back, I saw that she and Mathew were now on the dance floor, with Jenny grinding up against his frame while he looked down at her, enjoying the sensation. I caught her eye and gave her a glance that implied I wasn’t very happy about this. She gave me a look and held up a finger, “one more dance”, she mouthed. Again, I reminded myself that I wasn’t the jealous type and if my girlfriend wanted to dance while I was away it was totally reasonable for her to dance. Still, I couldn’t help but imagine Mathew’s cock getting hard while Jenny teased it with her body, rhythmically pressing her ass to his crotch. I sat down at the table and drank some whiskey while they finished the dance. Finally, they both walked over, laughing with each other about some joke Mathew had made. Jenny was smiling at him, and when they sat down they sat down opposite me. Again, not unreasonable. People don’t have to sit next to each other to be together.
All three of use talked and drank together and laughed about things. One minute I glanced over my shoulder to say something to a friend and when I looked back Jenny was looking at Mathew, her eyes serious and her face flushed. His arm was under the table, but I dare not look. He wouldn’t do that anyway, and I’d look insecure if I asked them about it. “I have to go to the bathroom” she blurted, glancing quickly at me, “I’ll be right back”. She got up from the table and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I made casual conversation with Mathew till he said he wanted to go check his phone since it was charging, and he went down the hallway to his room. I got on my own phone and browsed reddit, something I did when I was bored. About ten minutes after they left, though, I still hadn’t seen Jenny. I went to check on her in the bathroom, only to find the lights off and door open. Out in the hallway, I heard a moan. To the right was Mathew’s room, the light peeking out from a gap in the door. Inside, I heard another groan that sounded like Mathew’s.

 I looked in through the gap and saw Mathew standing up with his shorts down, with a brunette head bobbing on his cock. I didn’t have to see her face to know it was Jenny. I instantly felt humiliated and frustrated. I wanted to scream at her and ask her why, but what could I say that wouldn’t make me feel even more humiliated than I already was? Mathew grabbed her hail into a ponytail and moved her head deeper onto his cock, his eyes closing as Jenny deep throated his dick, moaning while his balls rested on her chin. Mathew’s eyes opened, and he happened to glance towards the door. He must’ve seen me, because his eyes flashed in surprise for a moment before settling in to a stronger gaze. He moved his hand and continued to throat fuck my girlfriend. Her moans became louder as his cock went in and out of her mouth, his hand forcing her to fuck her own throat. He looked down at Jenny and said, “your boyfriend’s here”. She came off his cock and looked around at the door, where I stood.

“I’m sorry baby,” she said, her hand slowly stroking his wet cock, “we were dancing and I could feel his dick through his jeans and I just had to have it”. Mathew smiled at me, “it’s not her fault, she couldn’t resist” he said, exhaling quickly as Jenny slowly licked his cock from his balls to the tip, relishing the feeling as her tongue slid over each vein. “Besides, she’ll be done soon enough, and then we can all go back to the party. C’mon man, just let her finish up and we can pretend like this never happened. If not, though, I could always just tell the other guys what happened. Somehow I think that might look bad for you.” I looked at him incredulously, “are you fucking crazy? You want me to let my girlfriend keep sucking your cock?”

“Fuck baby I’m going to cum, I want to cum on that pretty face, I want to cover you in some cum you little whore”. She only sped up, milking his cock with her hands, breathing hard. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” He said, before pulling his cock away from her mouth while simultaneously pulling her hair so she looked up at him. He jerked his cock quickly until he began to cum, strands of the milky liquid landing on Jenny’s face while she gazed innocently up at the camera. She leaned over, her lips moving with a layer of cum on them. She came towards me and kissed me on the lips. I could feel Mathew’s cum on her lips, and I tried not to taste it when she used her tongue to french kiss me. When she rose back up, I noticed Mathew was still recording everything. “Th-thanks” I said. I was pretty sure that meant we were still dating.