Selena was showering when I got home. I still couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. I sighed to myself and got ready for bed.

I couldn’t sleep at all. My girlfriend of four years, my beautiful, angelic wife-to-be sleeping next to me, with another man’s cock in her mouth…

What do I do? Do I break up with her and throw away everything we’ve built? I wasn’t ready for a break-up. I didn’t want my heart broken even more.

I stroked her hair away from her face, admiring her beauty. My hand slid down her sides and down to her waist, and slipped under her little thong.

“Stoppppp,” she whined, turning around. I grabbed her perfect little ass and gave it a firm squeeze, then turned back around.

I wished everything was back to normal.

Somehow, I comforted myself to sleep.

I woke up to Selena rustling her clothes. She was turned away, wiggling her ass in her little cute way, as she pulled up a pair of shorts over her round ass.

“Mmm, delicious,” I moaned out to her, reaching my arm out. She turned around and smiled at me. She walked coyly toward the bed, lifted up the comforter, and disappeared under it.

I could feel her little hands massaging my thighs. I stretched my back and brought my arms behind my head. Selena crept up to my boxers, and tugged it down gently.

I pushed my hips forward as I felt her lips surround my cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, pulling her lips back and forth on just the tip.

Then she kissed down my cock, licking the underside as she went. I groaned as she suckled one of my balls into her mouth.

She still loves me, I thought to myself.

I thoroughly enjoyed her little tongue bathing my balls. I slid my hand under the covers and caressed what felt to me was her hair.

“More tonight when I get home,” she giggled as she ducked out of the covers and ran away.

I knew I should’ve stopped probing into my insecurity.

Somehow, I was at the studio again. I wanted to be wrong about Selena cheating on me. I wanted my memories to be wrong. I wished it was all a dream.

I walked slowly through the dead corridor of the studio. I was hesitant, but also confident. I was confident that yesterday was a dream.

I took a deep breath as I peered into the dark set.

Yup, it’s them again, I thought to myself.

I wanted to crawl into a hole.

This douche bag, Tom, was standing tall in front of Selena, who was on her knees. Tom had her head in both his hands, and was hammering away into her face. Her little hands were helplessly wrapped around Tom’s legs. I admired Selena’s back view. How does he keep getting her on her knees? She hates doing that.

And then he saw me, and gave me a grin. He pulled Selena’s face tightly into his crotch, and slowly ground his pelvis into her face. He did it slowly and deliberately, as if to put salt on the wound.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Tom was having the time of his life facefucking my sweet girlfriend. I wondered why Selena would do this with Tom.

Tom pulled Selena off of his cock by her hair, letting her catch her breath. He laughed out loud as he cockslapped her face. It was loud enough that I could hear his laugh from outside of the door.

He stroked his cock with one hand, while his other hand was placed on top of Selena’s head. His fingers were spread around as if he were holding a basketball. He said something to Selena, which made bow her body down lower and look up. He grinned and slapped her face a couple times, just firm enough to assert his dominance.

“Please, not on her face,” I begged inside as Tom sped up jerking his cock. He pushed down on Selena’s head again, and pointed his cock at her face.

Moments later, she stood up and ran to the back, her palms at her chin to stop Tom’s cum from running onto her clothes.

Tom sleazily pulled up his black briefs.