The Sex Files: ‘I Cheated On My Boyfriend’
Warning: NSFW content!
Every month, an anonymous STELLAR reader divulges their memories of the best (and sometimes worst) ride of their lives.
“Things hadn’t been going well between myself and Dave; in fact, in the past six months, everything had changed. He’d gone from being caring to not giving a f*ck about me, he was rude to my friends and made snide remarks about everything from my body to my personality. I was desperately unhappy, but he was so controlling and unpredictable, that I wasn’t sure how to go about leaving him. So for too long, I stayed.
Around the same time, I struck up a friendship with a guy called Conor who I met at work. He was best mates with one of the girls in my department so he was a regular fixture at our table in the canteen. Every time he’d pass me, he’d make the effort to stop and chat.
If I’m honest, I had a bit of a crush on him and I was pretty certain he felt the same way about me. He treated me so differently to the way Dave did. He was always touching my arm, really listening to me when I was talking to him and always took a genuine interest in me and how things were going. Things didn’t escalate between us until the night of the work summer drinks.
Dave and I had a blazing row before I’d left the house that evening, and I was desperately upset. I stormed out, reapplied my make-up on the way into town, and started drinking all the gin I could get my hands on at the party. I had just ordered a refill when I felt a hand on my back and a familiar voice. It was Conor. I took one look at him and burst into tears.
Conor took me aside somewhere quiet where I let it all out – he comforted me and tried to stop me sobbing. I got caught up in the heat of the moment and kissed him… and for a few seconds he kissed me back in a way I hadn’t been kissed in a very long time. It was deep and meaningful. But then he stopped.
I had a boyfriend and I was upset, it wouldn’t be right, he said. The next week we found ourselves alone in one of the studios in the work gym after hours, and I think we both waited behind until everyone had gone for one reason – we simply couldn’t deny it anymore. I lurched at him and all of
a sudden we were kissing so deeply up against the studio door, pulling at each other’s clothes, until we were both naked and his hands were roaming all over my body. I was so hot for him.
Then he got on his knees and directed me on to this face, so that his tongue was in line with my clit. Waves of pleasure ran through me as he worked on me with his mouth, reaching up with his hands to play with my nipples at the same time. Knowing how naughty I was being at work of all places, and how mad this would make Dave, just made everything 10 times hotter. It was like the best kind of revenge for everything he’d done to me.
I was just at the point of climax when Conor stood up, grabbed my legs, hoisted my body up around his waist and thrusted into me, greedily kissing and nibbling my neck at the same time. I shuddered to an orgasm, and he followed suit shortly afterwards, gripping on to me as he came. That evening was the push I needed – I broke up with Dave. As expected, he didn’t take it well, but I didn’t care. I leaned on family and friends to help me through it. It’s still early days for Conor and I, and at the moment we’re just friends, but I’m not ruling out something more for us in the future.
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