So, it was just a regular day, Thursday, I got home from work like normal. But I can tell there's something up with Becca, and she says she not happy with our relationship, and wants to talk. And I'm like, yeah, what's on your mind? So she starts talking to me, and suddenly I feel like I'm at a performance evaluation with my boss, she even gives me the compliment sandwich. She starts off by saying that she really appreciates how supportive I am of her career. Her career, by the way, is a travel vlogger, so she basically just makes videos of herself drinking by hotel pools, and posts them on Instagram. She ends with how I'm a stable and steady force in her life, meaning I have a fucking job and an apartment. But the negative she throws into the middle of all this bullshit, is that I'm not satisfying her enough, physically.

That hurts, and I just kind of sit there, letting it sink in. And she can see I'm upset by the comment, so she's like don't worry, she has 'a plan' that will solve everything. With a lot of beating around the bush, she finally says that she wants to 'bring someone else in'. And I'm like what the fuck, are we subcontracting a drywall job, what does she mean 'bring someone else in'. And she's all like don't be mad, don't I want her to be happy? So I'm like, what does she want, like is she suggesting a threesome? And she's fucking appalled by that, not her, she's not that kind of girl, she just wants to try to see if we can find someone to meet her physical needs, while I still provide for her emotional needs.

So, I'm trying to wrap my head around this, and I'm like, so you want to fuck other dudes, and you want me to just be ok with it? And she's like, no, not just be ok with it, she wants me to be 'involved'. Involved? What the fuck does she mean by that? She says she wants me to be there for her, physically present, while she does this, that if she just fucks the guy, that would feel too much like cheating, and she doesn't want that. She wants to know that we are in this together. So I have to watch some guy fuck my girlfriend, so she doesn't have to feel bad about it, and I'm doing all of this 'for our relationship'.

Look, I know what you are going to say, I should have just told her that I don't want any part of this, that she can go and be free and fuck whoever she wants, and fuck her for even suggesting this. I didn't say that. I'm kind of afraid of losing her, and I can tell that she hasn't been enjoying the sex as much as she used to. Maybe this will kickstart things for us again, I don't know. I ask her how she would even find someone willing to fuck her while her boyfriend watches, and she says she has the perfect guy in mind. She already has a guy in mind. But, I might know him, in a six degrees of Kevin Bacon kind of way, Tyler.

I fucking know Tyler. When our sales department got too big, they split us into different teams, and Tyler reports to my counterpart on the other team. But they use mafia slang for their positions over there, like under boss, lieutenant, enforcer, it's fucking stupid.

I haven't agreed to anything, but I'm trying to ask her how she plans on bring this up with him, how does that conversation go, and maybe we need to set some ground rules. She says she already talked to him, and he's down. What the fuck! She already talked to him, what if I had said no? She says she knows me better than I do, and that she needs to get dressed, he'll be here in 45 minutes, and I need to go pick up some beer. I can't fucking believe this is happening, I just got home, I'm still in my work khakis, and now there's a guy on his way over to fuck her. What the actual fuck.

While I'm driving to the store, I give myself a pass for not speaking up earlier, it was just thrown on me, I was caught off guard. I didn't know how to react. Now, I'm out of there, I can think. I can just keeping driving. Call out of work for Friday, take three days to clear my head, tell her she has to move out of my apartment. But I don't do that. I go to the corner store to get some beer. And of course they don't have the Sam Summer Cherry what the fuck ever he wants, so I have to go to another store. And of course there's a line. I'm standing there, still reeling from the crushing blow that my girlfriend would rather fuck some other guy than me, and all the while I'm getting more and more anxious because she said 45 minutes, and I'm worried that I am going to be late bringing beer to my girlfriend's new fuck buddy.

When I get back to the apartment, he isn't there yet, I hate it when people are late. She looks like she's going clubbing, her makeup is done, hair styled, black mini skirt, baby doll tee that shows more than just a hint of underboob, her perfectly flat stomach, and navel ring. She never wears a bra with this shirt, and when I hand her the beer, I can see she isn't wearing panties when she bends to put it in the fridge. It's getting to be too much, and I ask her to hand me a beer, and she's all like no, don't be rude, those are for him, wait until he gets here and ask him for one. She wants me to ask the guy who is about to fuck her in front of me if I can have one of the beers that I just bought. So that I won't be rude.

That's it. I'm reaching down, trying to find the self-respect, the words to say that I don't want this. That I think it's a bad idea, and that I am very uncomfortable. You and I both know that I wasn't going to say it, but before I even had the chance to not say it, there is a shave-and-a-hair-cut knock at the door. She's giddy like teenager, and motions for me to answer it.

He's wearing camo Crocs, grey sweatpants, and a Tap-Out t-shirt. I say hello, or fucking something, and he does that reverse nod thing, where you tilt your head back just a little, kind of sticking your chin out. He sits on the couch, I sit on the chair, Becca practically runs over with a beer, just one, and hands it to him. She sits down next to him, turns herself on the couch so that her chest is pointed towards him, and they look at each other, she grins, and giggles a little, he leans in to kiss her, and at the same time lifts up the front of her shirt, exposing her tits. He's kissing her, and squeezing her nipple a little, nothing crazy, then he leans back, and just whips it out. He's uncut, and it looks like a flesh colored sock pulled over someone's arm, with some extra fabric bunched up at the top.

He's not fully hard, and already he's bigger than me, by more than a little. Have you ever seen a picture of a normally sized man standing next to Shaquille O'Neal? That's what a comparison of our dicks would look like. The normal sized man is not by any means small, or inadequate, but next to Shaq he looks insignificant.

Becca wraps as much of her mouth around his cock as she can, she looks like a snake trying to swallow an egg. With about a third of him inside her mouth, she starts stroking his shaft with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Maybe I would be able to bring my A game if I was getting that kind of attention. I watch the veins on his dick plump, he gets fully erect in her mouth and it's more than she can take, she coughs and gags a little bit, sitting up, looking at him, a little embarrassed. He kind of looks around, trying to find the bedroom, she stands, and leads him off, giving me the follow along motion.

When I walk into the bedroom, he's already naked laying on the middle of my bed, she's pulling her shirt off, her skirt already high enough on her hips to be out of the way. She straddles him, hovering her pussy over him while she wrangles his huge cock in place, and just like that, he's inside her. He's been in the apartment maybe 4 minutes. I have to spend a solid 20 minutes on oral, just to get her wet enough for me to put it in, when she's ready. She was actually dripping on his dick before she put it in her.

Now I know what Rod Stuart was talking about when he said 'some guys have all the luck.' But she can't take it all in, she's only letting herself go about halfway down, before she raises up off of it, in very slow, timid, uneasy strokes. They do this for about a minute, and either her discomfort, or his impatience get the better of them. She moves to her knees, ass up, and he is kneeling behind her, they are facing away from me now, all I can see is his back, crack, and sack. She lets out a loud gasp, I guess he's all the way in now, and he takes a few, short, soft strokes. He goes from this, directly into high speed, hardcore, pussy pounding, no transition at all. His balls are the size of mandarin oranges, swinging hard, making a dry slap against him, and then a very wet slap against her. She's trying to move herself forward, but he has a firm grip on her hips, she's trying to hold in her words, but she keeps stammering 'fuck'.

I'd say 4, 5 minutes tops, he cums inside of her. Her pussy is stretched so tight around his gigantic dick, the jizz makes a squirting sound as it sprays out of her and back towards him. He pulls it out of her, and she almost jumps off the bed, bow leggedly shuffling to the bathroom, her hand pressed tight against her vagina, trying to hold the cum in, but it drips, leaving a trail behind her. I'm listening to the sound of another man's cum rain out of my girlfriend's vagina into the toilet, as I'm watching him wipe his dick on her shirt, before tossing it on the floor.

He's dressed, and is yelling to her from the kitchen, to call her when she's ready to do it again. I see he has the rest of the six pack in his hand as he walks out the door, leaving it slightly open behind him.

Becca asked me if I think he likes her, and if I'll run to get her some Midol, she's already pretty sore. So I'm in line, again, getting pain medicine for her sore pussy, and she's texted, saying he's coming over again tomorrow, and that they want me to record it for them next time. He wants to show her off to his friends.