My boyfriend and I have been together for almost three years. He’s always been the sweet, supportive type, never one to get jealous, always trusting me completely. But lately, I’ve been pushing the boundaries of that trust.

It started with innocent flirting, just a bit of fun to break the monotony. But then, one night, I met a guy at a party. He was bold, direct, and made no secret of how much he wanted to have sex with me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist. We ended up in his car, parked a few blocks from my place, and I let him have me right there in the backseat. It was rough, spontaneous, and the thrill of doing something so wrong had me coming harder than I had in years.

When I got home, my boyfriend was waiting up for me. He didn’t ask questions, just smiled and pulled me into bed. As I lay there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew. The way he touched me, the look in his eyes, it was like he could sense what I’d done. But instead of being angry, he seemed almost… excited.

This pattern continued. I found myself seeking out those forbidden encounters more often, always wondering if my boyfriend knew. There were subtle signs, a knowing glance, the way he’d linger on my body longer than usual, like he was imagining where someone else’s hands had been. It turned me on even more, the idea that he might know and wasn’t saying anything, maybe even getting off on it.

Last weekend, I had another fling with a guy I met. He was rough, taking what he wanted without asking, and I let him. When I got home, my boyfriend was in the living room, watching TV. I kissed him, half expecting him to taste the other guy on my lips. He didn’t say anything, just smiled at me with that same knowing look.

We ended up having sex that night, and it was different, more intense, more urgent. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was picturing me with someone else, if that’s what was driving him wild. The thought made me wetter, and I rode him harder, imagining his mind filled with images of me with another man.

I’m almost certain he knows what I’ve been doing, but instead of confronting me, he seems to be enjoying it. It’s twisted, but I can’t deny that it’s brought a new level of excitement to our relationship. And as long as he doesn’t say anything, I’ll keep pushing the limits, curious to see just how far I can go.