I found my future wife fucking some big dick douche bag in my bed

I think I have the wildest story about meeting my fiancee. When I was in college my roommates and I would always throw a couple parties a year. More than that and it’s just a headache to clean up.

This one party finally started winding down way too late in the night. I had been out on the back deck for a while but everyone started leaving so I walked inside. One of my roommates told me that some random people had been fucking in my room for like 30 minutes.

I was kind of pissed they didn’t stop them, so I walk over there to throw them out and my roommates were pushing on me telling me I can’t. They wanted to keep listening because apparently there was some really spicy dirty talk. We had an entire audience outside that room with their girlfriends listening and everything. It wasn’t hot at all for me at the time, I was just fucking annoyed, but they were having a great time listening and laughing about what was happening, so I waited.

The guy was getting super degrading and she just seemed to be moaning about how big his dick was. He called her every single name he could think of, mocked her for being nothing but his whore, called her loose, told her nobody gave a fuck about her, only her pussy, etc. Then it sounded like he was saying something about leaving his mark on her, and there were times when she was yelping and moaning. I have no idea what he was doing, maybe biting her or something. It sounded like he was hurting her sometimes. He was definitely either spanking her or slapping her too. It went on and on and especially the girls outside were eating it up.

The thing that stuck out to me was her orgasms were extremely obvious and it seemed like she could barely put together a coherent thought or choke out her words. She sounded like she was losing her mind. Clearly this girl was loving this guys dick. She was moaning and gasping for him and singing praises of his dick. You could hear the shaking in her voice for how intense it was.

When the guy finally came, my roommates fucked off and I just kind of stood there for a minute hoping they’d put their clothes on and then I could just go in and kick them out. I kind of cracked the door open slowly and saw that this dude was standing beside the bed, leaning over this gorgeous blonde who had her legs spread at the edge of the bed with his dick still buried in her. She was still panting and moaning and her feet were doing this little clench and un-clench and twirling dance while she had occasional spasms. I could tell she just had a big orgasm and was still feeling it.

I closed the door and felt kind of weird for watching as long as I did. I waited another 15 seconds for them to get moving, but I started getting annoyed again and was just like “fuck this” and burst into the room. “What the fuck are you guys doing in my room?”

The guy yanks his fucking horse cock out of the girl, which I thought it would never end, grabs his pants and stuff saying, “Sorry bro, sorry I didn’t know.” Just a generic douche #523 with a big dick, and then he leaves. I thought they were together or something, but no, he literally just bailed and left her.

She was in a worse state. When he yanked his dick out I watched her convulse and arch her back and gasp. Then she tried to roll over on to her stomach and get up on the bed. I could see the guys cum come poring out of her. But she couldn’t do what she was trying to do, put her feet on the floor like she was going to stand, and then just collapsed on the floor.

In hindsight, it was really hot to see how much of a shivery, orgasmic mess she was. Her legs were completely jello. But at the time I was just annoyed and wanted them to leave. So after the guy left I turned to her, and she just looked at me with big eyes starting to tear up, said she was sorry, and then burst into tears.

Well that threw a monkey wrench into the situation. I felt bad, so I tried to comfort her. I hugged her, and tried to help her back up onto the bed (I basically had to pick her up). She had a spasm in my arms (she calls that aftershocks after good sex), which was the first time I’d felt something like that.

It was a weird mixture of me feeling empathy, but also feeling kind of grossed out by the absolute puddle of cum she had left under her on my floor, and the cum that she was probably now leaving in my bed.

After I wiped that up I went and sat on the side of the bed and started just having a normal conversation with her, asking if she was alright. A few moments later she kind of wriggled over and laid her head against my thigh and basically hugged my leg, and sniffled about how “Guys never want to cuddle.”

I don’t know why that got to me so much, but I felt it in my heart. I could tell how sweet this girl was, and she was so insanely pretty. So I climbed into bed and we cuddled and talked. She was so sweet and so soft spoken and affectionate. She also seemed so level headed and had so much more depth to her than I expected. We chatted until she fell asleep on my shoulder. (She would tell me later that she’s just an extremely emotional person when it comes to sex, and she can’t handle confrontation like that. So she was just overloaded and cried).

I ended up passing out too, but she woke me up an hour later and wanted to take a shower. So we both took a shower and then went back to bed together. My roommates had very surprised looks when she came out with me in the morning wearing my clothes.

It was strange because ever since high school I always felt a little insecure sexually and really badly wanted to date a virgin. I have very little experience and she was the exact opposite of what I thought I wanted sexually, but this was the girl that fell into my lap and I loved her from the start. She was genuinely the girl of my dreams.

At first I hated the memory of him fucking her and I hated that we started this way, but over time for some reason it turned into something hot. I can’t explain why, but I’m sure people here understand. I honestly think my roommates joking about it helped with that though.

Recently we got engaged and we had a conversation with friends about how we met, and we told them that I basically stole her from another guy. And then later we laughed about how the reality was she got left behind as cum filled, sloppy seconds and now I’m marrying her. I told her that it was kind of hot to me, and she admitted to me that she was turned on by how naughty it felt. Part of the reason she liked having sex with that guy so much was because of how he just used her as a cum dump and how naughty she felt.

I was like, “Wait what? It wasn’t a one time thing?” I had always thought that they met at my party and fucked the one time. It turns out, she had met him her freshman year and he had used her as his personal fuck hole for years.

She had kept telling herself she should stop for a long time because it kept her from getting real relationship, but she was so hooked on his dick and the way he fucked her that she couldn’t stop herself until I showed up. So in a weird way I’m grateful to him, because if it wasn’t for him there’s no way someone like her would have been single or that I would have found her. I’ve only just gotten her to start opening up to me about what happened between them. It’s such a huge rush to hear about.

Edit: I should have expanded on something people keep asking.

First, we were all outside my room, listening to her get fucked and peeking through the door at them for 15 minutes before he finished. I don't know how much longer my friends had watched for or how long they had sex for in total, but everyone saw it all. I didn't get to see him cum in her, but some of them did. I heard it all though. Every little sound they made.

That's part of what made it so awkward when we started dating. The entire time people were joking around and mocking her. The girls especially were calling her a slut and going crazy over all the dirty talk. When we got together my roommates tried to talk me out of it because they didn't know her yet. They just saw her as the sloppy seconds whore.

Second, she and I didn't actually get together immediately. That wasn't the last time she had sex with him, although it would have been the perfect ending if it was. We didn't actually start dating for about a month. As much as we liked each other, it was only one night together. It's not like you fall in love over night, although she said she did. But it was complicated. She thought that I didn't really want her. Obviously I didn't try to have sex with her and she took that as a sign. I thought it was pretty clear that I was head over heals for her, but I didn't really say it, and she needed to hear it, because she kind of thought of herself as "ruined" for a guy like me, and I thought of myself as inadequate and not attractive enough for a girl like her.

So we kept talking, but we didn't immediately get together until she came to me and was like, "I know you probably don't want me, but I love you." But there was a month gap before that where she did keep having sex with him. Funnily enough it was the emotionally shallow sex that made her come tell me she loved me. He pretty much set us up twice lol.

Third, the guy who was fucking her was in one of her college friend groups. He wasn't just some random guy (although he was at first). She's still kind of friends with him, but that doesn't concern me. If she was going to cheat she would have done it a long time ago. She's been really open with me about any cravings or sexual desires she has. She's been really open about how hooked on him she was when they were fucking. She hides nothing. There's a reason she didn't get in a relationship for years when he was around. And there's a reason she got in a relationship with me. She wants to be with me and she's not the type to cheat. That doesn't mean all her sexual feelings are gone, but she's committed and super loyal and we have a good sex life in our own way.

Fourth, no I'm not anywhere near his size. Yes size makes a big difference for her if you're talking about purely physical. No I've never made her cum like he did. I've never made her legs jello. I've never mad her shake like that, or struggle to breathe or talk, or lose control, or anything like the way he did. We're completely on opposite sides of the spectrum, and at first I was extremely self conscious and was sure that would ruin things, but for whatever reason she adores sex with me. We have a very different kind of sex life, but it's still great.

One of the biggest things that gets to me when she tells me stories about her past is that she didn't used to care about size at all before him. There are some fantasies behind the scenes that I can't really talk about, but to her that made what his dick did to her feel extremely naughty, and that's how her obsession started. She even said he was too big for her, but she got used to it over time and fell in love with that feeling. So hearing her tell me those stories makes me wonder, what would have happened if I met her first instead of him?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5636514&forum_id=2#48353836)

A Reddit user shared a story about how they met their fiancée in a highly unconventional and emotionally charged situation. During a college party at their home, the user discovered a couple engaging in an intense sexual encounter in their bedroom, which drew a crowd of amused roommates and their partners who listened outside the door. Annoyed but intrigued, the user eventually entered the room after the man had left, finding the woman emotionally and physically overwhelmed.

Initially frustrated, the user comforted her, leading to an unexpected connection. The woman, described as sweet and affectionate, later revealed she had been emotionally entangled with the man for years but was drawn to the user’s kindness and emotional support. Over time, the two fell in love and recently got engaged.

The post delves into the user’s journey of overcoming insecurities about the unconventional beginning of their relationship, the woman’s past, and their physical differences. Despite challenges, they developed a strong bond rooted in communication and mutual respect. The story is a mix of humor, vulnerability, and personal growth, reflecting on how unconventional circumstances can lead to deep emotional connections.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5636514&forum_id=2#48354005)