Not wanting to endorse this, but if you have never been there you can't comment either. I was a college senior, he was graduated and working and she was a coworker of his. He was fucking her on the side. I went to see him over spring break of my last semester. We did everything girl and boyfriend's do, went out, met some of his friends, looked at places where 'we' could live. We were serious and he knew full well that I was moving to town to live with him and get married. We had talked about it for two years. Get married as soon as I graduated.

But he was fucking her on the side. And she just could not stay away and she came over to his apartment to confront him about me, about why he was fucking her and he was still dating me. Unlike me, she knew everything about me, everything, down to the fact that he had fucked me in junior high. She claimed that all it was between us was old stuff, embarrassment that he had fucked me. She was his real thing, I was the past.

I sat there and couldn't say anything. She didn't leave. She just stood there looking at me. When she spoke again she said she was going to get naked and get on the bed and he had to choose, was he going to fuck her or fuck me. She got naked, she got on the bed and spread eagled herself. I told him to go fuck her and he did.

I knew that my thing with him was all over. I went back to school, hurting inside but not mad. It had just ended. Two weeks later she called me and said she wanted to come up to school and apologize and fix things. What do you do? She came, she didn't have a place to stay so she stayed in my apartment with me. We talked, she told me that if I wanted to marry him she would back out, after all we had been together since my junior high days. And he did fuck me and that meant something, he should marry me and she would back out.

So he and I got married. We did just as we planned, I graduated, moved in with him and we got married six weeks after my graduation. We moved to one of those new apartment complexes with covered parking and swimming pools and party house. And two bedrooms. And she came over after we moved in and he fucked her. After he fucked her he was all down on himself and she was acting all weird and apologizing and everything. I told him he could fuck her, and I told her she could fuck with him. I didn't care, it did not bother me. Some other girl maybe, but not her. I asked her to stay with us that night and we would sleep together and he had to decide who to fuck, we wouldn't help him.

He liked that and we liked that and she moved in with us and we slept three to a bed and he chose. If he chose her I stayed and watched if he chose me she stayed and watched. We got good at watching and caressing while he was fucking away. We got good at kissing while he fucked away. We got good at doggy fuck and eating pussy while he fucked away. We got good at kissing, eating pussy and hand fucking while he watched. We got good at fucking when he wasn't there. If he wanted it we gave it to him.

Wanting to have sex with a girl is just a thing about letting yourself. Once you kiss a girl you won't stop. Once you kiss a pussy you won't stop. Once she lets you suck on her tits you won't stop. It is just the way it is, once you go down on a girl you always go down on a girl. Kind of like the day he fucked me in junior high. He was my boyfriend. Once you eat a girl you show her that she is your girlfriend. Once you sleep with a girl you only want to sleep with a girl. Once she whisper to you that she love you, and she kisses you and tells you out loud that she loves you, well then it is time for you to tell her that you love her too.

I am not saying that you stop loving him, you don't. You just love him differently. Like I said, if he wants it we give it to him. And if he wants it we watch and we make sure that he is doing it right. Sure he wants it to get off, but if he is going to do it then he should do it right. Work for it. We are worth it. He will never get better pussy and this pussy sleeps with him.