I’ve had numerous fantasies of watching my girlfriend have sex with other men, but whenever I’ve mentioned it to her before she has always claimed that she would never want to do it.

I’m 31 years old, and my girlfriend is 23. We’ve been together for 4 years now, but a couple of years ago we had an argument and it led to us separating for a few days. I moved into a friends house to give her some time and space to gather her thoughts, thinking all the while that our relationship was crippling and we were going to break it off for good.

She spent the majority of those few days with her ex-boyfriend, as she would later explain.

They would meet up after work and head to the pub for drinks. One day, he invited her back to his place, where they sat around watching TV after having dinner together.

They cuddled up to each other while watching a movie. My girlfriend wearing a short, black, pleated, pinstripe mini skirt, her favourite pair of six inch high heels,and a tight fitting white tube top.He sat, all throughout the film, in a pair of faded blue jeans and loose fitting V-neck T shirt, with his arm around her waist, and she nestled into his side.

They held hands, softly caressing each others fingers. She would slowly nuzzle her head against his neck and he would run his other hand up the small of her back, tracing a line delicately up her spine.

She could notice through his jeans that his penis was starting to stiffen as she slowly writhed in her seat, her own juices starting to course through her every time his fingers travelled up her back.

She lay her hand on his leg and casually began to walk her fingers towards his inner thigh. His hard-on grew more rigid, and he spread his legs to welcome her adventurous hand. She cupped his growing member and slowly began to rub his manhood through the thick denim. He began to sit upright, and made an attempt to reach for her legs. She stopped him, saying;

“I don’t want you to do anything for me just yet, you just sit right there and enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

He rested back on the sofa, his head falling back, eyes straight up to the ceiling. She slid off the sofa, her short skirt riding further up her thighs, and proceeded to slip between his legs, both hands now firmly massaging the bulge in his Levi’s.

With a tender touch, she ran her hands up to his belt line,and unbuckled his trousers, slowly popping his button fly open. He arched his back and wriggled free from the confines of his jeans and she slid them down his legs. With her and now his trousers both at his feet he stepped out of his stone washed jeans and she stared longingly at the pronounced bulge now evident in his white boxer shorts.

Her hands reached up towards his Jockey shorts, stopping short at his thighs, she gripped his legs and pulled herself on top of him so she was straddling him. Her warm and ever-moistening vagina resting firmly against his package. She grabbed his arms, lifting them above his head and proceeded to remove his T shirt.

He sat there grinning, remaining only in his shorts and socks. She began to grind herself against him, feeling his member throb beneath her, precum oozing from his tip and saturating the cotton fabric that housed his aching cock.

She slid off of him, reaching into his now vacated jeans and producing his mobile phone, she selected the camera tool, and proceeded to take candid shots of him as he sat helplessly in his underwear.

Passing the phone to him she asked him to film her.