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She called me up at six and asked me if I was free to come over. And I, like a fool, leapt at the chance to be with her. I loved her so much and that was all I could ever think about when it came down to it, even if she did love other men besides me, I needed her in my life, to me, she was my world, my soul mate. It always helped, just not to think about it. To ignore the fact that on any day she could be with anyone else when she wasn't with me. I had to ignore it, not let it plague my mind. I loved her, I could cope. I could cope.

It seems. I lied to myself.

I got to her place at quarter to six, a little early, though I doubt she would mind that, she never seemed to be bothered by my eagerness, my joy of being with her for even five minutes of the day. And, as the door opened and I saw her in nothing but lingerie, I could have died. She was just so, amazing, almost angelic in my eyes, the most beautiful thing in the world to those eyes of mine. She stepped back, opening the door wider.

"Well, you coming in or not?"

With just a nod, I stepped forward and entered her home, instantly led to her room by her hand, noticing the skip in her step. She was unusually excited today.

"Come on, let's get started!"

She giggled, pushing me back towards the bed which buckled my knees and forced me to sit down as she instantly moved between my legs, sliding down the zipper of my jeans and taking me out from my boxers, caressing and licking at my already throbbing shaft. Soon enough she took it into her mouth, deep, down into her throat, choking herself a little as she eagerly worked at my cock, looking up at me the way she knew I liked. I settled a hand atop her head to pet her before slipping out of my shirt and pushing my feet out of my trainers as she worked her tongue feverishly along my length.

It didn't take her very long to get my jeans off, my boxers, pushing for me to get onto the bed properly, straddling my waist and guiding my dick into her slick, wanton cunt with one hand as the other pulled her knickers down and out of the way, moaning throatily as I pierced deep into her aching canal and she began to rock her hips, rolling them around on my own.

"Oh god, you're so tight, you feel so good!" I breathed out.

My hands reached for her breasts, squeezing them through the tight hold of her bra cups, tracing the flesh that leaked out, kneading the tender mounds beneath the cloth as she continued to buck her hips onto mine. Then the door opened and someone else came in, naked. Another man and she didn't seem surprised or worried about it at all, like she knew him. She knew him. I felt her weight push down on my hands as she lay atop me, the man mounting the bed at first and then her. I could feel his length enter her ass, stroking along my own deeply impaled dick through her tight passage and begin to pump into her, making her groan, feral. She drooled on my chest as the other man ravished her ass, leaving me lay there beneath her as his cock stroked mine off within her clenching orgasming pussy. I couldn't hold back anymore, my tip erupted, pumping my cum into her as the other man continued to fuck her senseless atop me until he was spent. My cock shrunk back, slid out and our cum leaked onto my balls, when he pulled out, his also leaked down to join the mix of fluid.

No wonder she was so excited. A threesome. Maybe I should have been honoured to be one of the men she chose for this experience, though I had a lingering feeling it wasn't the first one she'd had. It made me feel sick. I loved her so much, I thought I could cope with this, but I couldn't, how could she do this to me? The other man looked at me and grinned, flipping me off as he went to the bathroom, leaving me to stew in the filth he left behind. I rolled onto my side to get the girl I loved off of me, laying her on her back as I held back my tears, unable to hide my quivering lip.

"Are you ok, hun?" She asked, what an odd thing to wonder...

"Y-yeah...I-I just need a drink, is all." I turned from her, just in time as the first tear broke free of my will.

Leaving her bedroom, I headed to the kitchen leaving a trail of miniature puddles behind as I went to the sink, looking at the crockery she'd left to drip dry. I took a glass, filled it with tap water and began to drink, almost drowning on it as I heard her shrill shriek of ecstasy once again as the other man went for round two, no doubt. I choked back the water, settling my hands on the sinks rim and stared out the window. Glancing back at the drip-drying stuff, I caught the blurred reflection of my solemn face in the metal of the sink. I couldn't handle it. I'm sorry.

I took hold of one of her knives and sat in a corner, sliding the blade over my hand and creating a small strong of red before pushing it in and pulling it up my arm. As the tears flowed, so did my blood, pooling beneath me and soaking into my clothes as the sound of her screaming faded away to silence.

She didn't find me until another half an hour or so, she needed a drink after round two, not even wondering where I had gone during all her fun. But she had found me eventually. I'm so sorry my love. I thought I could handle it. But I couldn't. I loved you too much.