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I’m Mike, twenty-two, and for two solid years I’d been with Jaime, my eighteen-year-old girlfriend, a petite little cutie with small, perky A-cup tits that fit perfectly in my palms and a round, firm, heart-shaped ass that made every guy who saw her do a double-take. We had a good thing. Great sex, lots of it. She loved riding my thick eight-inch cock, loved when I grabbed those ass cheeks and spread them wide while I pounded her from behind. I trusted her completely. Never once thought she’d cheat.

That trust shattered on a warm Friday night when she threw a small get-together at her parents’ house while they were out of town. I couldn’t go, I was stuck pulling a late shift at the warehouse. I called her three times between ten and midnight, each time hearing her phone ring and ring before it went to voicemail. I pictured her laughing with friends, maybe a little drunk, having fun without me. It stung, but I trusted her. I gave up around one a.m. and crashed.

Three days later she showed up at my apartment looking nervous, eyes down, fidgeting with the hem of her tiny denim shorts that barely covered that incredible ass. We sat on my couch and she finally spoke, voice soft and shaky.

“I have to tell you something, Mike… I fucked Josh at the party.”

The words hit like a sledgehammer. Josh, my buddy, the tall, lanky guy who’d been hanging around our circle for months. My first instinct was pure rage. I saw red. I wanted to drive straight to his place and beat the shit out of him. But then the image of Jaime, my Jaime, naked and moaning while another guy’s dick was inside her flashed through my head. My cock twitched in my jeans despite the fury boiling in my chest.

She kept talking, trying to explain. They’d all been drinking. The family part of the get-together had wound down, a few friends lingered, then it was just her and Josh out on the big trampoline in the backyard under the stars. She was buzzed, giggly. He put his arm around her. She leaned into it. His hand drifted to her small tits, massaging them through her thin tank top, then slipped underneath. She didn’t stop him. It felt too good, his fingers pinching her hard little nipples, making her pussy clench.

One thing led to another. He laid her back on the trampoline’s bouncy surface, tugged her shorts and panties down, spread her smooth thighs, and buried his face between them. She described how his tongue licked up and down her wet slit, how he sucked her clit until she came hard, hips bucking, crying out into the night air. Even after the orgasm, she was still aching, still horny as hell. She pushed him onto his back, yanked his jeans down, and wrapped her lips around his cock.

She admitted it was smaller than she expected, maybe five inches, not thick like mine, but it was rock-hard and leaking. She sucked him eagerly, bobbing her head, taking him all the way until her nose pressed against his pubic hair. Then she climbed on, straddled his hips, and sank her dripping pussy down onto him. She rode him right there on the trampoline, bouncing, her perfect ass slapping against his thighs, her small tits jiggling with every thrust. He didn’t last long. She kept going until she came again, then they both passed out for a bit before sneaking back inside.

The whole time she talked, my cock was swelling in my pants, throbbing painfully against my zipper. I tried to hide the bulge with my hands, but she kept glancing at it, a tiny knowing smile flickering across her face. The anger was still there, hot and sharp, but it was twisting into something darker, hungrier. I couldn’t stop picturing it: Jaime’s tight little body writhing on that trampoline, her pussy stretched around Josh’s smaller dick, her moans echoing in the dark.

I stood up suddenly, heart hammering. “You’re a fucking whore,” I snarled, but even as the words left my mouth I was moving toward her. I pushed her back onto the couch, grabbed the waistband of her shorts, and yanked them down along with her panties in one rough motion. My own jeans came down just far enough to free my aching eight-inch cock. It sprang out, already leaking pre-cum.

I didn’t care about being gentle. I didn’t care if she was ready. I just

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