u/__namita__

Last weekend, a group of us from office (6 girls, 8 guys) rented a place near mumbai for a weekend getaway. Three rooms total. Two for the guys, one for the girls. By Saturday night, the main party in one of the guys' rooms had devolved into absolute chaos.I was definitely feeling myself that night and so were my girlies. I was wearing a tight, form-fitting half-sleeved top and quite a short skirt. The music was loud, I and another girl were dancing pretty seductively, definitely putting on a bit of a show for the guys and soaking up all the attention. It was supposed to be harmless, drunken fun.

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But here is the genuinely sick part that didn't hit me until the hangover cleared next day. One of the guys, who is a teetotaler was playing bartender. He didn’t touch a drop of alcohol all night. Instead, he was just watching us dance and pushing drinks on all of us. Looking back, I realize he was mixing ours dangerously strong. He stayed completely sober, observing the room, purposely making sure we got absolutely tipsy. By the early hours of the morning, almost everyone had completely crashed. There were bodies passed out on beds and some on the floor. Few left to sleep in the other rooms. It was just me, him, another guy who was also pretty drunk and the other girl who had been dancing with me left awake in that room.

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My memory of what happened next is entirely shot, but somehow I ended up under the covers with him. He had watched me all night, waited until I was completely incapacitated, and took full advantage of it. I honestly couldn't tell you if we actually went all the way. The memory is too blacked out to confirm if we actually did it, but I remember what he was doing. His hands were absolutely everywhere they shouldn't have been. He was exploring, taking what he wanted, and pushing boundaries in the dark while the rest of our friends was just inches away from us. When I finally woke up I was still in the bed next to him. We were fully spooning, his arm wrapped around me with his hand resting heavy on my bare waist. My skirt was hiked all the way up. I panicked, slipped out from under his arm as fast as I could, and immediately bolted to the bathroom to pee.

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He's been completely normal all week and I know exactly why, he thinks I was too blackout drunk to remember any of it. He thinks he got away with his little predatory trap completely undetected. I know he is a predator. He orchestrated a sinister, calculated trap to incapacitate me so he could do whatever he wanted. But here is the most disgusting confession, While it was happening, I loved it. The sheer danger of it, the heavy feeling of his hands on me while our coworkers slept just inches away... it felt undeniably, insanely hot. People had their phones out constantly all weekend. What if someone got up to use the bathroom, saw us tangled up together under the covers in the morning light, and snapped a photo of me spooning him with my skirt hiked up? I guess I have to keep this dirty secret at my desk while he sits just a few feet away acting like the innocent teetotaler. He has no idea that I remember the heat of it, the danger of it, and exactly what his hands did to me in the dark. And worst of all, He has no idea that a sick, twisted part of me is turned on every single time he walks past my seat.

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I haven't taken a dick in months after a breakup, so when my roommate suggested a threesome with her boyfriend, my horny brain accepted instantly. I went into it telling myself that my main goal was actually my roommate and I was craving some girl on girl action. But things went completely off script, her boyfriend ended up treating her like a cuck in her own bed and hyper focused entirely on me. And the honest, ugly truth...I absolutely loved it.

It was blatantly obvious. Any time my roommate and I started getting wet and heavy, he would wedge his way between us. At one point, she literally took his hand and tried to place it on her own tit, and he blindly snatched it right back so he could use both hands to spread my thighs and bury his face in my pussy. I saw her face immediately drop, and felt that intense wave of jealousy on her actually made me drip.

The craziest part was how blatantly he shut her out. While my roommate was down on him, actively sucking his dick and desperately trying to get his attention, he completely ignored her to grab my face. We were passionately making out, tongues deep in each other's mouths, while she was literally servicing him right below us. He kept his eyes locked dead into mine the entire time. I didn't feel bad for her one bit lol.

When it escalated to actual sex, he completely bypassed her. He just flipped me over and started railing the absolute shit out of me. She was right there on the bed, feeling totally left out, so she leaned in to try and kiss my neck just to feel included. Instead of letting her, he grabbed my waist and pulled my ass backward, physically dragging me away from her so he could pound me deeper.

I looked over my shoulder, straight into her eyes, exactly at the moment her boyfriend groaned my name instead of hers.

Seeing the sheer panic and anger wash over her face as she realized she had lost total control of her own fantasy. He didn’t check in with her once and I didn't stop him.

The second he came, the vibe dropped to sub zero.

Now, my roommate is absolutely livid. She is directing 100% of her pissed-off energy at me. I'm playing the innocent victim, acting like her boyfriend just went rogue and I was awkwardly caught in the crossfire. I keep telling her, I didn't even want his dick like that, I wanted you.

But here is the most fucked up part, I want him again.

I know with absolute certainty that if I messaged him right now while she was at work, he would be in my bedroom in five seconds flat. I am looking at his contact in my phone, fighting the overwhelming urge to texxt him to come over, spread my legs, and let him completely ruin her relationship. I think I'm a bad person but no sex for 6 months can do that to a person.

I haven't taken a dick in months after a breakup, so when my roommate suggested a threesome with her boyfriend, my horny brain accepted instantly. I went into it telling myself that my main goal was actually my roommate and I was craving some girl on girl action. But things went completely off script, her boyfriend ended up treating her like a cuck in her own bed and hyper focused entirely on me. And the honest, ugly truth...I absolutely loved it.

It was blatantly obvious. Any time my roommate and I started getting wet and heavy, he would wedge his way between us. At one point, she literally took his hand and tried to place it on her own tit, and he blindly snatched it right back so he could use both hands to spread my thighs and bury his face in my pussy. I saw her face immediately drop, and felt that intense wave of jealousy on her actually made me drip.

The craziest part was how blatantly he shut her out. While my roommate was down on him, actively sucking his dick and desperately trying to get his attention, he completely ignored her to grab my face. We were passionately making out, tongues deep in each other's mouths, while she was literally servicing him right below us. He kept his eyes locked dead into mine the entire time. I didn't feel bad for her one bit lol.

When it escalated to actual sex, he completely bypassed her. He just flipped me over and started railing the absolute shit out of me. She was right there on the bed, feeling totally left out, so she leaned in to try and kiss my neck just to feel included. Instead of letting her, he grabbed my waist and pulled my ass backward, physically dragging me away from her so he could pound me deeper.

I looked over my shoulder, straight into her eyes, exactly at the moment her boyfriend groaned my name instead of hers.

Seeing the sheer panic and anger wash over her face as she realized she had lost total control of her own fantasy. He didn’t check in with her once and I didn't stop him.

The second he came, the vibe dropped to sub zero.

Now, my roommate is absolutely livid. She is directing 100% of her pissed-off energy at me. I'm playing the innocent victim, acting like her boyfriend just went rogue and I was awkwardly caught in the crossfire. I keep telling her, I didn't even want his dick like that, I wanted you.

But here is the most fucked up part, I want him again.

I know with absolute certainty that if I texted him right now while she was at work, he would be in my bedroom in five seconds flat. I am looking at his contact in my phone, fighting the overwhelming urge to text him to come over, spread my legs, and let him completely ruin her relationship. I think I'm a bad person but no sex for 6 months can do that to a person.