Lying Cheating Girlfriend

My Lying Girlfriend’s Cheating Confession

My Lying Girlfriend’s Cheating Confession

by Carl Walker

Sue and I had been dating for 5 years. That was right around the do or die mark, where you either propose and get married, or say fuck it and break up. We fought an awful lot, which is the reason I was holding off on marriage. Besides that, I was 5 years older than her. I was 28 and she had just turned 23. I loved her, but wasn’t sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

I had a suspicion she had cheated on me in the past. One night after we argued, , she went out with her girlfriends. I heard from a girl I work with,  that Sue hooked up with some dude and gave him a blowjob. Was it true? I hoped not, but at the same time, I had a feeling it was. I never asked her about it, but it’s always been in the back of my mind.

Girls Night Out

Tonight, I was hanging at home and she was going to a party being thrown for her friend Sheila, who was getting married in a couple of months. A bachelorette party, of some sort. I wasn’t crazy about her going, because I know she gets crazy when she’s been drinking and cheating on me would become a very real possibility.

I called her the next day and she was terribly hung over. She drank a shitload of tequila and doesn’t remember half the shit that happened the night before. She was so sick, she couldn’t speak to me on the phone, so I told her I would catch up with her the following day. At noon, on Monday, this is the text I received from her.

Sue’s Confession

Hi, Sorry I didn’t call you personally. I’ve still been sick since Saturday and just wanted to let you know I don’t think we should see each other for awhile-if ever. I’ve got a confession to make and I know you’re not going to like it, but I can’t deny it happened and I wanted you to know why we should probably break up. I would have called, but didn’t want emotions getting in the way of what I have to say. Besides. you would interrupt me every 15 seconds and I can’t deal with that at the moment.

At the club the other night, I bumped into my friend Paul. You’ll remember him as the guy I work with, who asks me out all the time. He came over to the table and bought us  a round of shots. An hour later, I sucked his dick in his car in the parking lot. I didn’t mean to cheat on you, but to be completely honest, it wasn’t the first time.

Remember last November when we got in that fight and we weren’t speaking? I sucked Paul’s cock that night too. Let’s just say it’s happened more than a few times. Several, in fact. He’s fun to hang out with and each time we’ve had an argument, or a night away from you, Paul gets a blowjob. There’s nothing romantic between us. We’ve never even fucked. We just hang out and I suck him off. It’s just something I do. I like it for some reason.

At this point, you’re probably ready to smash your phone into a million pieces. I don’t blame you. I didn’t intend for it to start, but after work one night, a few of went to a bar around the corner and had a few drinks. As the night wore on, people left to go home to their families. You were working second shift that night, so I decided to stay a little while longer. It was either that or go home to another boring night of watching Netflix, alone. I didn’t want to do that again, so I hung out with Paul.

Aside from the fact that he was always trying to get inside my pants and failing, he was cool to talk with and we enjoyed each others company. I still wasn’t interested enough to fuck him, and although I had absolutely zero plans to give him head, that’s exactly what happened. Paul did the gentlemanly thing by walking me to my car. It was pouring rain out, so I did a nice thing and told offered him a ride to his car in the back of the lot. That was my downfall.

Once he got in, he looked at me and noticed that my skirt had ridden up my thigh almost to my ass. “Nice,” he said, laughing. I called him a perv, he agreed and we both laughed, as I pulled my skirt back down to a more appropriate place. I started the engine, but realized I was probably too buzzed to drive and I should probably sober up first. It was chilly so I put the heat on and decided to wait awhile and chat. That was a mistake. I should have called for an Uber.

One thing led to another and before you know it, his cock was out of his pants and inside my mouth. He had my top off and grabbed my ass while I blew him, but yeah, it happened. I wasn’t disappointed. It was rather liberating, And in case you’re wondering if I swallowed, stop wondering.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading, but I couldn’t stop.

As I read the words she had written, I was mortified. I also hesitate to let you know I was extremely turned on. Why? I don’t know. Call me fucked up. The love between us had slowly disappeared, but the sex was still good. Crazy good, sometimes. I was hoping she would tell me about other times she’s cheated. She did.

Her Sordid Tale Comes to a Conclusion

Once I did it, it was an easy habit to continue. Go out after work, have a couple of drinks and blow him in my car. Sometimes we did it in his car, a few times at his house and a couple of times at mine. He tried to get me to do it outside next to a vacant house, but I chickened out.  Why am I telling you all this? I don’t know. They say confession is good for the soul. Maybe you think I don’t have a soul, any longer. Maybe I don’t. I don’t know.

I don’t know where this leaves us. In a perfect world, I’d like things to remain the same. I could be your girlfriend and have Paul’s cock in my mouth whenever I wanted. It’s nothing personal. I love giving head and he has a pretty big dick. LOL. Sorry, I don’t mean that as an insult. He’s not too much bigger than you.

Ok, so this has probably blown up your phone, so I’ll stop here. You’re probably thinking this is the end of us. That will be completely up to you. If you can ever get over this weird thing of mine, I’d really love to continue being your girlfriend, I love you. I’m just a little fucked up. Take a couple of days and call me. If I never hear from you again, please don’t hate me.

Should I Stay or Dump the Ho?

There it was in black and white. She wanted her cake and wanted to eat it, too. There wasn’t much to process. She wanted to still be my girlfriend and wanted to suck off Paul on the side. I could take it or leave it. On the plus side, Sue is smart, attractive and great in bed. On the minus side, she’s a lying, cheating whore.

Since I had a feeling she was cheating on me, anyway, not much would change if I took her back, would it? I also can’t deny the erection in my pants caused by her telling me about her cheating on me. Maybe she could send me some pics next time she was on her knees for him. Maybe she could do it live right in front of me.

I will definitely wait a couple of days to call her, but I think I know what my decision will be.


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