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In just two weeks, I gathered a folder on my phone filled with Ramona and Ken's private moments—sex videos, photos, and screenshots of their explicit conversations. Ramona shared every detail of her personal life with me, treating me like a her best friend. She even had me help choose her outfits for visits to Ken, always opting for the most revealing attire, which I enjoyed. Ramona insisted that I only think about them when I masturbated, and I obliged.

Due to my new job, I couldn't talk to Ramona as often—usually after work or in the mornings, due to our four-hour time difference. Shortly after starting my job, I became close with someone at work, called Leela, without Ramona knowing. On the night, Leela and I had “sex”, Ramona sensed a change and confronted me, I eventually confessed after initially denying it. Ramona was furious.

“You spineless little bitch! I considered giving your sad, pathetic ass one last chance and this is what you do! I’ve never seen a worthless doormat like you! Which loser let you fuck her with your damaged shrimp dick?.” Ramona wouldn't let up, her voice escalating.

“I’m sorry Ramona I thought you were falling in love with Ken, and I panicked. I’m so sorry.” I silently replied.

“That doesn’t give you permission to sleep with another woman, you fucktard! You lost the only chance you had with me. Now go fuck yourself.” said Ramona, and hung up.

In reality, when I tried to be intimate with Leela, it didn't go well. Unfortunately, I had trouble getting hard, and my mind was occupied with the thoughts of Ken ravaging Ramona. I made up a work excuse to visit the pharmacy for help, but even after taking viagra, it didn't work out. I focused on other ways to satisfy Leela, but I could not make her cum.

I tried calling Ramona many times but she never picked up.

Finally, at around 2am, Ramona answered my call, and asked. “Why the fuck are you calling me, loser?,” her voice was cold and distant.

"I'm busy right now. I do not have time for you, you sissy faggot.” she said bluntly.

“I figured you’d be with Ken. I won’t take too long. Can we please talk?” I begged.

“I’m not with Ken. Who I’m with is non of your business, bitch.” she replied, with a harsh tone, followed with a gentle moan and two different voices in the background, one sounded similar, but I couldn’t figure it out, and the other one was new.

“Ramona, are you okay? Who are you with?” I asked, sounding worried.

“I’m with real men, unlike you, you sad little loser" she said, followed with yet another longer moan, and deep grunt from one man, as the other said, “Take this up that juicy ass baby!”

I was shaken up after hearing all this. Was Ramona really having a threesome? Who are those men? Is she okay? All these questions were running on my mind.

“You’re a worthless excuse of a man, Nick," she spat. "You’ve always been a beta loser." she said. Her words were brutal, and they cut deep.

I wanted to defend myself, to explain, but she didn't want to hear it. "Real men don't cum for the thought of the woman they love, getting fucked my other men,"

“I’m sure you’re getting horny for this too. You sick loser! What a pathetic loser!” she said, struggling to catch her breath.

Following that, all I heard was Ramona go, “Unghhh- ungghhh- unghh-ahhhh-daddy- yesss-daddyyyy-just like that!”, followed with loud shots from both men, fucking Ramona super hard as she screamed her lungs out, for next few minutes until she hung up.

I tried calling her but it went to voicemail. I ended up crying all night as I struggled to come to terms with everything. Guilt and shame weighed heavy on my heart. I knew I had to change. The woman I love was having a threesome with a stranger and someone I surely knew. I just didn’t know who.

A few hours later, at 5am Ramona's message unfolded before me.

Ramona - “The only reason I answered your pathetic call was to make you feel bad. That doesn’t mean you can call me whenever you want. I knew you'd be listening in, desperate to hear me in the arms of other men. You're a disgusting piece of shit!"

I stared at her messages, trying to process what she was saying. I was filled with both dread and excitement.

Me - “I’m so sorry Ramona, I initially thought you answered my call because you forgave me. Can we please talk?”

Ramona - "Forgive you? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Ramona - "I'm fucking the guy you asked me to stay away from, and his friend, you dumb donkey. And you know what? I’ve gotten fucked by him when I was with you, years ago, and he’s so much better than you. He actually makes me cum and takes total control of my body. He fills me up like you never could."

The thought of those two men fucking Ramona, sent a pang of jealousy coursing through my veins and tears threatening to spill. It was then that I realised that Ramona was right. I had been a complete and utter fool. How could I have ever thought that I was worthy of a woman like her? I wasn't good enough.

Ramona - “ Not happy hearing the truth?"

As the tears fell down my face, I typed ;

Me - “I can’t stop crying right now. I’m really sorry for what I did. I swear to God I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Please forgive me Ramona. I’ll do anything.”

Me - “I never thought you cheated on me when we were together back then.”

Ramona - "I cheated on you with Karan right after we had “sex” the first time. I had to fake being a virgin to you and it wasn’t that hard. You finished in 3 strokes and I needed a good cock from a real man. It’s that simple.”

I didn’t know what it hit me. I was feeling jealous, I was crying and I also had a boner. All my emotions came together and I told her exactly what happened with Leela, continued apologizing and begged for another chance as I cried a river and rubbed my wet tip down there.

Ramona - “You fucking pathetic, worthless piece of shit! What are you even good for? Your stupid ass got a girl to fuck and you couldn't even do that right! I can't believe how disgusting and pathetic you are. You couldn't even get a hard-on, you piece of shit. You’re not a man. I'm going to show you what a real man looks like.”

And she sent me a file on WhatsApp. It was a 3 minutes video.

As I opened it, my heart sank. On my screen, was the love of my life, in the throes of passion with a stranger, and Ramona’s supposedly friend, Karan. He was a bully back in the days. All three of them were naked, and they double penetrated Ramona. The sight was a dagger to my heart, and I felt a strong sensation down my pants. I tried to stop watching, but I couldn't. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, as the woman I loved was getting fucked like a pornstar. Ramona was a goddess, her body a perfect vision of femininity and sexuality. And the men who were pounding her, were fit, tall, with chiseled physique and humongous veiny cocks, easily 7”-8”, and they were everything I wasn't.

Ramona - “I hope you're jerking off to this loser! You should be crying tears of joy that a woman would even look at you, and you can't even fuck her. You can't do anything right! You are worthless and useless and pathetic and I can't believe any girl would even consider having sex with you after seeing that shrimp dick. I bet you were thinking about me and Ken. You probably came to the thought of him fucking me while you were supposed to be fucking her about me. I bet you're jerking off to this and thinking about how pathetic and stupid you are, because that's all you are. Pathetic. Stupid. Worthless.”

Me - “I did think about you and Ken the whole time. I couldn’t help it. I’m really sorry about sleeping with her. Please forgive me Ramona. I’ll do anything for you. Please.”

I didn’t know what else to say. Ramona destroyed me with her words and made me realize that I’m an absolutely pathetic beta loser

Ramona - "Oh you’d to do anything for me? I have a few things in mind. You better do it right. I wouldn’t bother talking to you otherwise.”

Me - “I promise, I will. Please tell me what I must do.”

Ramona - “First of all, message her and tell her that you’re a gay faggot, and you have a limp dick. Secondly, quit your job, and take the other job you were telling me about. Thirdly, send me a detailed email about how you’ve been begging me to listen to my sex stories with other men, and how you jerk off to it all the time. Finally, I need a video of you, in heels, wearing nothing but a hot red thong, and red lipstick. Shave your entire body, except your eyebrows and head. Buy a blonde wig, length up to your shoulders, and I need you to record a video of yourself kneeling down on the floor, and repeating those words-

‘ I’m a cheating, limp dick loser, and I love watching Ramona getting fucked by other men. I can only masturbate to the thought of Ramona getting fucked by real men, unlike me. I’m a stupid, pathetic, worthless, loser who will be faithful to Ramona and let her do anything she wants. ‘

Repeat this for 10 minutes I’m. Slap yourself as you do it. You have 24 hours. In the mean time, I’m going to fuck them over and over and you're going to fuck off. I’m going moan and cry and scream of pleasure, knowing that it's not you, but it’s your bully and his friend, fucking my ass, my pussy, my mouth, completely dominating me, and making me cum, over and over and over.

And it will kill you. It will absolutely fucking destroy you. Because you will never be them. You will always be beneath them. Like our doormat.

If you do as I say, like a good boy and if you're lucky, I may let you watch. I may let you watch as they fucks me. I may let you watch as I suck their cocks. I may let you watch as they make me cum and maybe, if you're very, very lucky, I may let you cum too. Maybe. But, only if you're a very good boy.”

Me - “Ummm Ramona but that’s a bit too extreme, don’t you think? I mean I can do the first three but the video.”

Ramona - "Great, then you can go fuck yourself pining over me for the rest of your life. I’ll block you for good. You can forget about me”

Me - “No, I’ll do it. I love you a lot and I’ll do anything for you.”

Ramona - “Good boy. I’ll text you later, loser. Do not text me unless you do everything I asked you. I need proof. Bye for now!”

I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking how low I’m about to stoop, but then I realized that it’s my mistake in the first place, and I need to do whatever it takes to be in Ramona’s life.

To be continued……