Everything seemed fine with my boyfriend Sal and me. Of course we had the occasional argument, but in general I was happy and content — until the day I found a pair of black silk panties that did not belong to me, stuffed behind the couch cushions at his house.

I didn’t confront him with them right away; I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But after doing some research and a little spying, I came to the conclusion that my Sal had been a busy boy, pleasing two women at the same time. He thought his game had gone unnoticed, but as far as I was concerned it was about to come to an end.

One night about two weeks ago I went over to his place to confront my man and gain back my dignity. The lights were low in his house as I approached, and I could hear loud music coming from the living room. I crept up the driveway, passing his most prized possession, his classic cherry-red Corvette. The bastard was so sure of himself that he hadn’t even bothered to close his living-room curtains. There he was on the couch, in all his natural glory, fucking a girl whose face I couldn’t see, riding her like a damn pony. I could hear her moaning with pleasure, and strange as it may seem, it got me kind of hot. “More!” she screamed. “Fuck me harder!”

He complied, first pulling out of her and turning her around on the couch. That was when I got my first real view of this girl who had stolen my man, and I had to admit that she was smoking hot. She had long flowing red hair, pale white skin and the biggest tits I had ever seen. Hell, I thought, if I were a man I would have done the same thing Sal was doing.

But that didn’t stop me from carrying out my plan of confronting him. Luckily he had left the door unlocked, which made it a lot easier. I went straight to the living room and stood there in the doorway, watching them fuck. Sal didn’t notice me at first — his attention was diverted elsewhere. It was the girl who saw me there, and she let out a scream. “Who the fuck are you?” she demanded.

“Funny you should mention fucking!” I retorted, as Sal turned around with a look on his face that said he knew his secret double life had ended.

The girl pushed him off her and came straight at me, naked and pissed. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my boyfriend’s house?” she yelled.

“I could ask you the same question, bitch!” I screamed. And with that we went at each other.

It was as if we were two wild dogs fighting over the same piece of spoiled meat. The girl started ripping at my top. Suddenly the buttons popped off, and there I was with my tits sticking out. My nipples were still hard from the excitement of watching them fuck, and I saw her looking at them. We grappled and fell onto the couch, and then suddenly she grabbed my hair and pulled me into a fiery kiss. I was stunned, but I found myself kissing her back.

As the kiss went on I became aware that Sal was sitting there next to us, his dick still stiff as he watched us kissing harder and harder. Finally I pulled away. “God, you’re a real slut,” I panted.

“And what are you, you dumb bitch?” she replied. And with that we were at each other again. I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, if we were still really fighting or if something else was happening. But my hand was at her crotch, and suddenly one of my fingers was sliding into her dripping pussy. I heard her moan, and her body bucked against mine. I slid another finger in, then a third. God, she was tight and warm! I could feel her sticky cunt juice clinging to my hand as I began to finger-fuck her. I wrapped my other hand around one of her tits, and pulled at the hard nipple. Her hand was on my breast too, and her loud gasps filled the room.

Then she rolled herself over so that she was on top of me and ripped off the remainder of my shirt. Her hands went to my pants, opening them and pulling them down, along with my panties. Then they went back to my tits, rubbing them with a circular motion, while I continued to plunge my fingers in and out of her. I felt as though I hated her and loved her all at the same time. Who was she, and what game was she playing? What game was I playing, for that matter?

Then her face was close to mine and she was calling me a bitch, and I was calling her a cunt, and then we were kissing again. When we stopped she slid her mouth down my body, all the way down to my wet pussy.

“Yes, suck that clit, you fucking cunt!” I gasped out. And she did, sucking it hard and flicking her tongue over it until I was twisting and squirming like a little kid who had to pee. She was making me so hot that I knew I needed to have a big fat cock inside me. Unfortunately, all we had was Sal, but he would have to do.

“Stop.” I told the girl, and she did, moving up to kiss me again. “Listen,” I said, “this bastard has been cheating on both of us, but he’s the only guy around. Let’s use him and lose him, what do you say?”

“Sounds good to me,” she said. “My name is Peggy, by the way.”

“Stella,” I said. “You want to start?”

Sal had a nervous look in his eye as we two naked women turned on him. But for sure he wasn’t about to call us off. Peggy took hold of his throbbing cock and stuffed it into her mouth. As she sucked him I went behind her and slid my finger into her pussy again, making her moan around his cock. Then I pulled out and slipped the now lubricated finger up her ass. Her moans got louder, but after a few strokes I pulled out and moved around to join her in blowing Sal. It felt incredible to feel his hard cock and her sweet soft lips at the same time. Occasionally Peggy and I snuck glances at each other and smiled. We were both on the same page now.

Finally I got on top of Sal and slid his dick inside me. I rode him good and hard, while Peggy stood behind me and played with my tits as I moved up and down. Sal wanted to touch us, but we wouldn’t let him. “Shut up,” I told him when he started to protest. “This is just for us, you bastard. Don’t make a move or you’ll never see either of us again!”

And with that I came; spilling my love juice all over his crotch. “You’re not finished yet,” I told him. “You still have to do Peggy up the ass.”

Peggy got down on all fours, and I slid my cunt right below her face as Sal pushed his dick into her tight ass and pumped away. He fucked her harder and harder, and every moan from her mouth vibrated against my pussy lips. I yelled at Sal that he’d better make Peggy come before he did. She did come, and so did I. When Sal was ready to squirt he pulled out of her and started pumping his dick, as Peggy and I turned around and took his spurting sperm all over our laughing mouths.

As Sal fell backwards onto the couch, Peggy and I wiped off our faces with his pants, then quickly got our clothes together and dressed. I grabbed Sal’s car keys as we left, and the two of us got into his precious Corvette and drove away, laughing our fucking heads off.