Vengeance by Way of BWC

So this story begins with a move from Atlanta to NYC. My boyfriend of 3 years and I hadn't lived together in ATL, but decided to move in together in Brooklyn.

Things were off to a really good start. Both of us had jobs lined up upon arrival. Mine was remote, and his was in person. We're both neat and tidy, live healthy lifestyles, and the harder partying is mostly behind us.

Living together made the sex as good as it was when we first got together. It was as if we were on a mission to fuck on every piece of furniture in every room.

But soon the sex slowed down. He stopped waking me up with kisses and spooning. He moved away from my advances. He'd play it off and act like it wasn't true, but it was obvious. Then we'd be out walking and he'd say things like "everywhere you look in New York, there are gorgeous people."

True... but weird to say to your girl...

So this continued, until I decided to try to "spice things up." I bought new lingerie, put on a robe, and we played Truth or Dare. Of course, he chose dare almost every time. I'd choose things like "I dare you to choose a toy from our bag and use it on me," or "I dare you to be rough with me for 30 seconds."

Finally, he said "truth." I asked him if there were any fantasies that he had that he wanted to explore with me that he hadn't yet.

It took some coaxing, but he said that he wanted to try a threesome with another woman.

I'd never considered it, and was frankly taken aback. But I wasn't discouraging, as it takes guts to say something like this to a partner.

He explained that there's an app called Feeld (which I'd never heard of) that you can use to network for kinks, like a mix between Fetlife and Tinder. He said we'd get the best results if I made a profile, as women are more likely to go for a woman running an account than a man.

I told him that I wanted to think about it; that it wasn't a "yes" or a "no." We kept playing the game, and honestly had better sex than we had in quite a while.

The next day while he was at work, I made a Feeld account. I sprung for the paid tier so that only profiles that I "swiped right" on could see our pictures. I picked SFW pics of us from vacations, the most scandalous being us in our swimsuits when we were in Puerto Rico.

I swiped around and actually found Feeld to be extremely sex positive. I had the settings set to "looking for Women," and "Interested in FFM." It wasn't seedy, but instead, open, kink-friendly, and connection-oriented,

When he got home, I sat him down to tell him my terms:

1. I choose the girl.

2. She provides recent tests

3. Condoms are a must with her

4. This is one and done. No contact with her after.

He seemed to be a little shocked that I agreed, but he kept his cool and immediately accepted the terms. I told him that I wasn't going to rush. That I'd find the right fit, we'd buy her a drink, and if we clicked, we'd invite her back home with us.

When he was at work and when things were slow for my work, I'd go on Feeld. There were some near connections, but conversations would fizzle out or the girls would be a little too eager and pushy.

Then I connected with a woman named Tish. She was a little younger than us (28),

black, and super thin, where I'm fit but curvaceous. Her attitude was fantastic, and she said that she enjoyed being a "unicorn" because she loved helping couples connect on a new emotional plane.

I thought that my man would like that we looked a little different, and I liked her attitude a lot.

When he got home, I showed him Tish's profile, and he enthusiastically said he was interested.

Ok, so I'll move quickly as I can because I know the setup is taking a while:

We took her out to drinks the next week. Things went well. She was very cute, flirtatious with both of us (which I liked), and very open to talk about what she liked and asking us what we wanted.

We clicked, invited her back to our spot, and off we went.

We got back to our place, put on some music, and lit up some weed. My man sat in the middle, and me and Tish each had a hand on one of his legs. We took turns making out with him, and immediately I could feel him squirming.

I reached down to squeeze his dick over his pants and found that Tish's hand was already there.. stroking over his jeans. She looked at me, smiled, and leaned over and put her tongue in my mouth.

My man undid his jeans himself, and Tish and I played with his dick together, our hands fumbling with each other's.

Then we made our way down, our heads in his crotch, eye to eye. I sucked his dick first. With an audience, I gave it my all. She fondled his balls as I went as deep as I could. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me a little deeper.

When I came up, gasping for air, Tish dove right in.

To say her head was impressive would be an understatement. She went deep, and fast, drool spilling down his balls. She obviously had conquered her gag reflex. He was moaning like I'd never heard him.

He said he was about to cum, and she stopped. She squeezed his dick hard, stopping him just in time.

Then, Tish asked who should ride him first. I looked at my man and said she could go ahead.

He put the condom on himself, and she straddled him as he slouched on the couch. He gripped her tiny ass, and put her little tits in his mouth.

She began to bounce on his dick, taking him all the way to the balls. She was better at giving head than me, I'll admit it. But she didn't hold a candle to my riding abilities. But he was obviously enjoying himself, telling her how good she felt as she talked dirty.

Then it was my turn. I grabbed his dick and peeled the condom off. I gently coaxed Tish to suck his dick to get it wet, and then I lowered myself into him.

I rode him with more effort than I ever had.

"Ok girl!!!" Tish said, laughing.

As I rode I felt Tish get on the floor, seated between his legs, under my ass. She went between fondling his balls and rubbing my asshole.

My man started giving all of the signs that he was about to cum. I rode him harder still, feeling that I was about to orgasm too.

"Cum in me, baby!" I yelled.

But he tossed me off of him, grabbed Tish's head and came down her throat, screaming bloody murder.

Tish came up for air. She laughed, and said that he came a lot. I sat shocked on the other side of the couch. I regained my composure, we got dressed, had a nightcap, and parted ways.

When we got to bed after showering, he said that tonight was incredible, that he loved me so much, and that he couldn't believe I gave him a gift like that.

I kissed him and told him I was glad we'd tried it, but once was enough for me, and that I loved him too.

Things went back to normal after that. Our sex was more regular and it was better; more passionate.

But within a few weeks, it started to drop off again. My man was acting weird. Distant.

I asked him what was wrong and he'd say it was nothing. Work was tough, the world is fucked up, etc.

He started spurning my advances again.

So then I did something I never thought I'd do. I checked his phone while he was asleep. Go ahead and judge.

The first thing I did was find that he had Feeld downloaded on his phone. He wasn't logged in, but it struck me as jarring, because we'd done the outreach through mine. So then I went to his iMessages.

Nothing suspect was there. But then I went to the "show recently deleted" tab. Guess who I find a long conversation with?

Tish.

My heart nearly stopped. I wanted to start beating his ass while he slept. I took a screenshot of their conversation, which showed that they'd met up one-on-one, and airdropped it to my phone.

Then I went to the couch and cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone to work already.

I got on Feeld, changed my settings to "interested in Men" and "looking for MF."

I changed the photos to ones of just me. Pictures of me in my panties. Pictures I'd previously sent my man.

The likes started pouring in. I called my manager and told her I'd be logged off for the day, and I started looking at prospects.

I wanted someone who looked the opposite of my boyfriend. Also someone that was better looking.

Then I found Jake. He was a 6'2" muscular white guy. He has a beard, brown hair, and a smile that gave off kindness and sex appeal simultaneously.

I liked him back, and made the first move.

I told him that I was in an open relationship, and that I was looking for a hookup today, and that the person needed recent tests. He said he was available, and sent screenshots of a test from 2 weeks prior. I invited him over, giving him my address, letting him know I'd buzz him up.

I was shocked that I was going through with this. I jumped in the shower and got ready. I got clean for any and every scenario (but more on that in a bit).

When I was out of the shower, I had a notification from Jake saying he was on his way. He was coming from the Financial District, and was shooting to be here in a half hour or so. I just sat on the couch nervously. I considered backing out; just blocking him, but he already had my unit number. He'd be ringing.

Then he arrived in what felt like much quicker than a half hour. I buzzed him up and let him in. He was every bit as handsome as he was in his profile. He was incredibly charming. I'd never been with a white guy before in my life, but I found myself incredibly attracted to him.

"I don't really know how to initiate this," I said with a nervous laugh. He smiled, put his hands around my waist, and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. I reached up around his neck and pressed myself against him. His hands moved to my ass and I started pushing him toward the couch.

Our hands moved all over one another. His hands seemed to cherish my body in a way that I hadn't felt in 3 years.

Then he moved to the floor, kneeling in front of the couch. He slid off my shorts and panties, and started teasing me with his mouth, kissing my thighs, and hovering over my clit, close enough so that I could feel his warm breath.

Finally I begged him to taste me, and he dove in, giving me the most intense head I've ever had. It was like the man was starving. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled his head closer to me. This man was an expert. He made me cum and after I orgasmed, he shocked me by burying his tongue in my ass.

It was a bold move, but lucky for him, I love that kind of stuff. I was soaking wet, ready for his cock. He pulled down his pants, revealing a respectable cock, maybe 6.5" and thick. I gave it a squeeze and told him that I wanted him inside of me.

I grabbed phone and leaned it against the candle on my coffee table. "Do you mind if I film some of this?" I asked. He didn't have a problem with it. I pressed record and got on the couch so that I was on my back, my ass just at the edge of the couch. Jake knelt in front of me. I spit on my hand and rubbed his cock, and then guided him inside of me.

He was gentle, and his strokes were obviously focused on my pleasure. He looked straight into my eyes, occasionally leaning down to kiss me or fondle me.

Then he started fucking me harder with full strokes. I was moaning my encouragement, so he went even harder, pounding me out, until I had to tap out for a break.

He pulled his cock out and kissed me. I reached down and stroked him, and asked him, "do you want to fuck my ass?"

He was surprised, for sure. He only managed a nod. I reached under a couch pillow and grabbed the lube I'd strategically placed there. I rubbed some on my asshole and handed him the tube, encouraging him to be liberal in the application.

Then I guided him into my ass, juuuust the tip at first.

"Slow." I said.

He nodded.

True to his affirmation, he was slow and gentle, until he was balls deep in my ass. The missionary position allowed my to hold his waist, ensuring that he went just the speed that I could handle.

Then he grabbed the phone and zoomed in on his cock sliding in and out of my ass, starting to go faster.

I'm a girl that loves anal, so this was good with me. I nodded my approval each time he quickened his pace.

Then I told him to put the phone back against the candle. I got up, and turned around, bent over on the couch, reaching back and spreading my ass.

I couldn't believe what a slut I was being.

He approached me from behind and started going to town. He grabbed me by the waist and gave me full, hard thrusts. I screamed in pleasure, telling him not to stop. His moans became more regular and finally he said he was about to cum.

"Cum inside me!!!" I screamed.

We both screamed as he filled my ass with cum, and then collapsed on the couch.

When he pulled his cock out, I looked straight at the camera, spreading my ass. Jake reached over and helped me spread it wider as cum drooled out of me.

Jake didn't stay long. I lied and said I needed to get back to work. He kissed me goodbye and I never saw him again.

Then I texted my man. First I sent the screenshot I'd airdropped myself of his conversation with Tish.

When I saw his read receipt, I followed up with a screenshot of the video. It was Jake helping me spread my ass, with his cum spilling out of me.

"Fuck around and find out," I said next.

So yea, I'm single now, in New York. Still on Feeld, so if you see a girl with the name "Angelica" on there, swipe right.