u/Southern-Bit7662

I was really excited to show you the place. Now I couldn't really afford it myself, and since you weren't working, I had to find someone to help cover the other half. That is where I found someone on craigslist that didn't mind what I offered.

Cut to you moving in, and for the past couple of months, it has been a little awkward between you and my roommate. At first, everything seemed fine; you and I got to enjoy our own space, and he would usually keep to himself in the room when he was at home. It all started when he started bringing girls over, and he didn't seem to understand that the only thing that separated my room from his was just a wall. That wall did almost nothing in the middle of the night when he would do his late-night dance with whoever he brought over.

Every morning, it would be the same thing. Once the one-night stand was over, you and he would be yelling about boundaries and always talking about respecting each other. I tried to always step in between and try to make a compromise, even suggesting that he sometimes do it at the girls' place, but it never happens.

I guess that you both came to a compromise when I came home one day and found that you weren't at home. However, I heard that my roommate was, and he seemed to have found himself a really depraved slut that didn't care about making that much noise, even for our neighbours. It must have been a couple of hours; neither of them seemed to want to stop. I was outside getting a glass of water when my roommate came out with just his boxers. He seemed to be sweating quite a lot and breathless.

He told me that his latest slut has been really missing out. Hence why she was this noisy and needy. I felt weird talking about the girls with him, but he seemed to enjoy it, especially this girl. Saying how she was a whore, willing to do anything he wanted, especially raw. I was partially jealous. Because I always had to wear a condom, and when he talked about doing anal, I never got to do that with you.

I let him have his fun and then went to my room. A couple of hours pass by, and you come back home. You were in your jogging attire. So I was not surprised to see you all sweaty. It never occurred to me that the slut that was in the room, the woman that was fucking my roommate, was my own girlfriend.

That's right, you are cheating on me, and you don't even have to hide that hard. Just have to stay hidden in the room until I go to mine, and you can come back out. But sometimes, in the middle of the night, you need him, and you slip into his room and get a quickie. Maybe one of those days, I'll catch you in the living room when I want to get some water. But you both don't see me, you both don't even seem to care as I go back and peek in the doorway. He was fucking you, filling you up...

My girlfriend was now his, and I was just a cuck who barely gets you anymore.

I was really excited to show you the place. Now I couldn't really afford it myself, and since you weren't working, I had to find someone to help cover the other half. That is where I found someone on craigslist that didn't mind what I offered.

Cut to you moving in, and for the past couple of months, it has been a little awkward between you and my roommate. At first, everything seemed fine; you and I got to enjoy our own space, and he would usually keep to himself in the room when he was at home. It all started when he started bringing girls over, and he didn't seem to understand that the only thing that separated my room from his was just a wall. That wall did almost nothing in the middle of the night when he would do his late-night dance with whoever he brought over.

Every morning, it would be the same thing. Once the one-night stand was over, you and he would be yelling about boundaries and always talking about respecting each other. I tried to always step in between and try to make a compromise, even suggesting that he sometimes do it at the girls' place, but it never happens.

I guess that you both came to a compromise when I came home one day and found that you weren't at home. However, I heard that my roommate was, and he seemed to have found himself a really depraved slut that didn't care about making that much noise, even for our neighbours. It must have been a couple of hours; neither of them seemed to want to stop. I was outside getting a glass of water when my roommate came out with just his boxers. He seemed to be sweating quite a lot and breathless.

He told me that his latest slut has been really missing out. Hence why she was this noisy and needy. I felt weird talking about the girls with him, but he seemed to enjoy it, especially this girl. Saying how she was a whore, willing to do anything he wanted, especially raw. I was partially jealous. Because I always had to wear a condom, and when he talked about doing anal, I never got to do that with you.

I let him have his fun and then went to my room. A couple of hours pass by, and you come back home. You were in your jogging attire. So I was not surprised to see you all sweaty. It never occurred to me that the slut that was in the room, the woman that was fucking my roommate, was my own girlfriend.

That's right, you are cheating on me, and you don't even have to hide that hard. Just have to stay hidden in the room until I go to mine, and you can come back out. But sometimes, in the middle of the night, you need him, and you slip into his room and get a quickie. Maybe one of those days, I'll catch you in the living room when I want to get some water. But you both don't see me, you both don't even seem to care as I go back and peek in the doorway. He was fucking you, filling you up...

My girlfriend was now his, and I was just a cuck who barely gets you anymore.

I was really excited to show you the place. Now I couldn't really afford it myself, and since you weren't working, I had to find someone to help cover the other half. That is where I found someone on craigslist that didn't mind what I offered.

Cut to you moving in, and for the past couple of months, it has been a little awkward between you and my roommate. At first, everything seemed fine; you and I got to enjoy our own space, and he would usually keep to himself in the room when he was at home. It all started when he started bringing girls over, and he didn't seem to understand that the only thing that separated my room from his was just a wall. That wall did almost nothing in the middle of the night when he would do his late-night dance with whoever he brought over.

Every morning, it would be the same thing. Once the one-night stand was over, you and he would be yelling about boundaries and always talking about respecting each other. I tried to always step in between and try to make a compromise, even suggesting that he sometimes do it at the girls' place, but it never happens.

I guess that you both came to a compromise when I came home one day and found that you weren't at home. However, I heard that my roommate was, and he seemed to have found himself a really depraved slut that didn't care about making that much noise, even for our neighbours. It must have been a couple of hours; neither of them seemed to want to stop. I was outside getting a glass of water when my roommate came out with just his boxers. He seemed to be sweating quite a lot and breathless.

He told me that his latest slut has been really missing out. Hence why she was this noisy and needy. I felt weird talking about the girls with him, but he seemed to enjoy it, especially this girl. Saying how she was a whore, willing to do anything he wanted, especially raw. I was partially jealous. Because I always had to wear a condom, and when he talked about doing anal, I never got to do that with you.

I let him have his fun and then went to my room. A couple of hours pass by, and you come back home. You were in your jogging attire. So I was not surprised to see you all sweaty. It never occurred to me that the slut that was in the room, the woman that was fucking my roommate, was my own girlfriend.

That's right, you are cheating on me, and you don't even have to hide that hard. Just have to stay hidden in the room until I go to mine, and you can come back out. But sometimes, in the middle of the night, you need him, and you slip into his room and get a quickie. Maybe one of those days, I'll catch you in the living room when I want to get some water. But you both don't see me, you both don't even seem to care as I go back and peek in the doorway. He was fucking you, filling you up...

My girlfriend was now his, and I was just a cuck who barely gets you anymore.

I believe the title says it all. I don't really know what else has to be said.

Though I bet you are wondering what more is there when it comes to the role play. That, I do not mind sharing with you, as it's going to get extra smutty and naughty.

Where should we begin? How about from the start?

We met at college, bumping into each other in the library and finding out that we take some of the same classes together. It felt like a great idea to be partners in those classes, since I was pretty book smart and you were good with your hands. I mean, you were amazing with your hands. A practical and physical kind of woman. Especially when we started dating, the way you took control in the bedroom.

Now, don't get me wrong, you never did mind that I was only average down there. You were just happy that each time we have our sexy time, I can get hard for you, and I still had my hands and my mouth. Since I did not have much experience, you pretty much helped me to do the best to please you. Where to touch you, how you want it... All so that you were satisfied, enough.

That is when I introduced you to Tyler. Now he was nothing like me, but he was exactly what you pictured your dream man would be, before you dated me. Heck, sometimes you think about that "dream man" from time to time. It was a thought, it was not meant to hurt anyone. But Tyler was real, and you seem to enjoy his company quite a lot.

I didn't notice at first, but you were laughing and giggling at his silly, lame jokes. That should have been the first hint of your interest in him. Then came the hangouts, where you would sit next to him, and have your body face his, while your back was facing mine as I sat on another couch. When we go out for dinner, you always want him to taste your food and share his. Not to mention the arm touches, or hooking your arm together when we are walking after a meal. It was like I was invisible, and I was the only one.

But every night, you stay with me. Sure, you are on your side, facing away. Sometimes I fall asleep and wake up from some movement. You think I was still asleep, but I am hearing you masturbate beside me, calling for his name.

This was all just thoughts, right? You would never actually cheat on me with my best friend. So I thought...

It was supposed to be a conversation. We always had this before, and we understood one another. For some reason, this time you just wanted an argument. Always denying, making an excuse, just saying that you are just being nice. In your anger, you stormed out and said that we needed to take a break. At that moment, I thought it was the best idea. Maybe I was just being jealous for no reason, and I was playing tricks on myself.

You didn't tell me where you were going, but I wasn't going to think that you were going to see my friend. You should have your own. But when I wanted to visit Tyler, and I saw your car parked at his place, my heart dropped immediately. I tried not to jump to conclusions, maybe you wanted to just set the story straight with Tyler and admit that you are just friends....

I peeked at the front window, and just a tiny bit of the curtain was not covering the inside of the living room. There you are, straddling on his lap, his cock raw and deep inside your pussy, and you screaming, moaning, begging... "Give me your babies!"

Gosh, that was crazy to write! Hope you loved reading that. Let's talk about it and maybe write about it as well. We can keep on going the cheating route, maybe convince me that you want to be a hotwife or worse of all, cuck me and put me in my place.

Either way, I do want there to be sloppy seconds, maybe even forced to suck his cock clean after he fucked you. I am pansexual, so we can work something out.

I believe the title says it all. I don't really know what else has to be said.

Though I bet you are wondering what more is there when it comes to the role play. That, I do not mind sharing with you, as it's going to get extra smutty and naughty.

Where should we begin? How about from the start?

We met at college, bumping into each other in the library and finding out that we take some of the same classes together. It felt like a great idea to be partners in those classes, since I was pretty book smart and you were good with your hands. I mean, you were amazing with your hands. A practical and physical kind of woman. Especially when we started dating, the way you took control in the bedroom.

Now, don't get me wrong, you never did mind that I was only average down there. You were just happy that each time we have our sexy time, I can get hard for you, and I still had my hands and my mouth. Since I did not have much experience, you pretty much helped me to do the best to please you. Where to touch you, how you want it... All so that you were satisfied, enough.

That is when I introduced you to Tyler. Now he was nothing like me, but he was exactly what you pictured your dream man would be, before you dated me. Heck, sometimes you think about that "dream man" from time to time. It was a thought, it was not meant to hurt anyone. But Tyler was real, and you seem to enjoy his company quite a lot.

I didn't notice at first, but you were laughing and giggling at his silly, lame jokes. That should have been the first hint of your interest in him. Then came the hangouts, where you would sit next to him, and have your body face his, while your back was facing mine as I sat on another couch. When we go out for dinner, you always want him to taste your food and share his. Not to mention the arm touches, or hooking your arm together when we are walking after a meal. It was like I was invisible, and I was the only one.

But every night, you stay with me. Sure, you are on your side, facing away. Sometimes I fall asleep and wake up from some movement. You think I was still asleep, but I am hearing you masturbate beside me, calling for his name.

This was all just thoughts, right? You would never actually cheat on me with my best friend. So I thought...

It was supposed to be a conversation. We always had this before, and we understood one another. For some reason, this time you just wanted an argument. Always denying, making an excuse, just saying that you are just being nice. In your anger, you stormed out and said that we needed to take a break. At that moment, I thought it was the best idea. Maybe I was just being jealous for no reason, and I was playing tricks on myself.

You didn't tell me where you were going, but I wasn't going to think that you were going to see my friend. You should have your own. But when I wanted to visit Tyler, and I saw your car parked at his place, my heart dropped immediately. I tried not to jump to conclusions, maybe you wanted to just set the story straight with Tyler and admit that you are just friends....

I peeked at the front window, and just a tiny bit of the curtain was not covering the inside of the living room. There you are, straddling on his lap, his cock raw and deep inside your pussy, and you screaming, moaning, begging... "Give me your babies!"

Gosh, that was crazy to write! Hope you loved reading that. Let's talk about it and maybe write about it as well. We can keep on going the cheating route, maybe convince me that you want to be a hotwife or worse of all, cuck me and put me in my place.

Either way, I do want there to be sloppy seconds, maybe even forced to suck his cock clean after he fucked you. I am pansexual, so we can work something out.