The Night I Cheated on My Boyfriend with a Stranger

My name is Camila, and I’m twenty-five years old. Almost everything I’m telling you really happened to me, and this is one of the most intense things I can remember. I’m neither very tall nor very short. I have fair skin, long black hair, and a body I’ve learned not to be ashamed of. A defined waist, tits that aren’t too big but are firm, with pink, sensitive nipples that get hard at the slightest touch, and hips that, when I wear certain clothes, don’t go unnoticed. I like being desired. And when I drink, that shows even more.

Back then, I was dating Mateo. He loved partying, much more than I did, though I never turned down an invitation to go with him. The thing was simple: alcohol brought out my more provocative side, the one I kept under control during the day. And Mateo loved seeing me that way—uninhibited, shameless, knowing that everyone was watching me. What he didn’t like quite so much was what that version of me ended up doing that morning.

That night I dressed to attract attention. A tight, short black faux-leather dress that outlined my hips and ass like a second skin. A top that left little to the imagination, no bra, with my nipples showing through the fabric. High heels. And underneath, a tiny black thong, barely more than a string. I looked at myself in the mirror before going out and smiled: I was dressed to provoke, and that was exactly what I wanted.

The nightclub was packed. We danced for hours, pressed against each other, sweaty. Mateo touched me without trying to hide it, groping me on the dance floor as if no one else existed, whispering things in my ear that turned me on. By four in the morning I was already burning, several drinks in, my cunt wet from grinding against him, and my body demanding more than he was giving me.

And then I lost sight of him.

At first I wasn’t worried. I went to the bar, ordered another drink, and let the bass shake my body while I waited for him. Ten minutes passed, then fifteen. I began scanning the dance floor, dodging elbows and glances, looking for him among the lights slicing through the darkness. I could feel the heat of the club clinging to my skin and the alcohol loosening my restraints.

I finally found him on the other side of the room. He was dancing with another girl. Maybe nothing was happening, maybe it was innocent, but seeing him stirred something inside me. It wasn’t exactly jealousy. It was something else, a mixture of anger and something darker that I would have trouble admitting. I stood still for a moment, my glass sweating in my hand as I watched them.

If he can, so can I.

I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as I turned around, I felt a hand on my waist. I turned and found myself facing a tall man, around forty, broad-shouldered, with a look that went straight for what he wanted. I didn’t say anything. I simply started moving against him with my back to him, pressing myself against his body.

***

The dancing heated up immediately. I rubbed my ass against his fly and felt, through our clothes, his hard cock pressing against my lower back, thick and responding to every movement I made. He didn’t hold back, either. His hands roamed over me with a boldness that left me breathless: he squeezed my tits over my top, pinched my nipples through the fabric until a moan escaped me, slid his palms down my stomach, and slipped one hand beneath my dress, moving up the inside of my thigh until he brushed against my thong from above. He discovered that I was soaked and let out a little laugh in my ear.

—Look at you, you slut —he whispered—. You’re dripping down your legs.

I didn’t answer, but I spread my legs a little farther so he could continue. He moved the thong aside with two fingers and searched for my clitoris right there in the middle of the dance floor, hidden among the crowd. He rubbed it slowly, in circles, while I kept moving against his cock. Every caress made me hotter, every squeeze erased a little more of the image of Mateo dancing with the other girl. I felt him sink in one finger, then two, moving them inside me with a sick slowness while I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t scream over the noise.

At one point he leaned over my neck. He bit my earlobe slowly, then spoke to me in a hoarse voice.

—Want to go to the parking lot? I want to fuck you now.

I didn’t think. I nodded. But before following him, I searched for Mateo over my shoulder. I saw him on the other side of the dance floor, turning in circles, looking for me. For one second I hesitated. Then I disappeared into the crowd and walked toward the exit behind the stranger, his fingers still wet with me, sucking them in front of everyone as if it were nothing.

I’m not going back. I want this.

The cold air of the early morning hit me as I stepped outside. The parking lot was silent, barely lit by yellowish lamps. We didn’t make it to his car. After a few steps he dragged me into the gap between two cars, a half-hidden corner still visible to anyone passing on the street. The thought that anyone might see us made me even more desperate.

He pressed me against the cold metal of a car and kissed me hard, biting my lips and thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth while he groped my tits over my top and then yanked it down. My nipples sprang into the cold air, and he took them into his mouth one after the other, sucking them hard and biting them until he pulled a gasp from me. I slid my hands down to his pants and unbuttoned them. I slipped my hand into his boxers and grabbed his cock—thick, hot, the tip already wet with precum. I squeezed it, stroked it up and down a couple of times, and felt a growl escape him.

I didn’t hesitate for a second: I dropped to my knees right there on the concrete, not caring about anything. I pulled his boxers down to his thighs and took his cock in both hands. It was thick, bigger than what I was used to, and just seeing it so close to my mouth made me salivate.

What I did next, I did eagerly, not out of obligation. I ran my tongue from his balls to the tip, slowly, licking every vein, and then took him all the way into my mouth at once. I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged, but I didn’t let go. I started sucking him hungrily, bobbing my head up and down, letting a thread of saliva run down my chin to my bare tits. I sucked his balls one by one while jerking his cock with my hand, then swallowed him to the base again and again, letting him sink into my throat repeatedly. He held my head with both hands, setting the pace, and I choked, drooled, and cried, but I didn’t want to stop. I coated his entire cock in saliva, spat on it, looked up at him with watery eyes and smeared mascara, and he thrust against my face with a superior smile that melted me.

—Look at you —he said softly, giving my cheek gentle slaps with his cock—. You didn’t expect to end up on your knees sucking a stranger’s cock tonight, did you, slut?

—No —I admitted hoarsely, then took him all the way back into my mouth—. But I’m not going to stop.

No, I hadn’t expected it. But there was no turning back now, and the truth was, I didn’t want to.

***

He pulled me to my feet by my hair. With one movement he pushed my thong aside, that tiny strip of fabric, and ripped it off me, tucking it into his pocket like a trophy. He hiked my dress up to my waist, lifted me against the car, held me by the thighs, and penetrated me in a single thrust, without warning, all the way to the hilt.

I screamed. I screamed loudly, without holding back, without caring who might hear me in the street. I felt that thick cock opening me from the inside, reaching a place Mateo had never reached, stretching me whole with a single thrust.

—Slower —I gasped, though I didn’t mean it.

—No —he replied, thrusting harder and pinning me against the metal—. You brought me out here, so now you’re going to take it.

He began fucking me in earnest, one thrust after another, without a break. I clung to his neck, my legs spread around his waist, feeling him bury himself completely every time, feeling his balls slap against my ass, hearing the wet noise of my soaked cunt mingling with the slap of flesh against flesh. He didn’t care about the noise, either.

He lowered me, turned me around, and shoved my face against the roof of the car, bending me at the waist. He kicked my feet apart so I would spread my legs properly, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and drove his cock into me from behind in a single blow. He treated me with a roughness that would have frightened me at another time, but that morning it was exactly what I needed. Every blow shook my entire body; every open-handed slap made me moan and left my skin burning.

—Like that, like that, give me more —I begged, pressing myself against him and pushing my ass back to take him—. Don’t stop. Break me.

—Your cunt squeezes so damn well, slut —he muttered breathlessly, giving me another slap that echoed through the empty parking lot—. You’re not ashamed of anything, are you? Not even of being fucked like a bitch in the street.

—Not at all —I answered, and it was true—. Fuck me harder.

He slipped one hand around in front of me and found my clitoris while he thrust from behind, rubbing it in quick circles with his thumb. I began to tremble. I felt my orgasm rising from my feet, tightening my belly, and I came right there, bent over the hood, his cock inside me and my open mouth against the cold metal, moaning like a madwoman without caring who heard me. He felt me squeeze around him and laughed, slowing his rhythm only enough to let the orgasm run through my entire body.

—That’s a good slut. You came with a stranger’s cock —he whispered at the nape of my neck—. And we’re not done yet.

I felt his open hand cross the skin of my ass again, and then he spat and lowered his fingers toward territory Mateo and I almost never explored. Mateo was traditional, the kind of man who preferred not to stray from the script. This man didn’t ask my permission. He spread my ass cheeks with both hands, spat directly onto my asshole, and began massaging me there with his thumb, pushing in little by little, forcing his way in while he kept pounding my cunt with his cock. He slipped in one finger, then two, moving them in a scissoring motion and stretching me open.

—No one’s ever put it in here, have they? —he asked, and I shook my head against the metal.

—Almost never —I admitted.

—Today I’m going to.

He pulled his cock out of my soaked cunt, used it as lubricant by rubbing it between my cheeks, and pressed the tip against my ass. He pushed slowly, testing me, until the head gave way and entered. I clenched my teeth and let out a muffled cry.

—Ow, it hurts —I moaned—, but don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.

He worked it in little by little, inch by inch, until I felt it completely inside me. It hurt, and at the same time I didn’t want it to end. It was a new, forbidden sensation, a burning mixed with a dull pleasure that made me feel capable of anything. I gripped the car as best I could and let him do whatever he wanted with me. He began to move, slowly at first, then more firmly, pounding my ass while reaching around in front to push two fingers into my cunt at the same time. I felt everything, doubled, filled from both sides, and I couldn’t stop moaning.

***

What came next was pure chaos. He held me by the hips while I pushed myself backward, seeking him, wanting more. He slapped my ass in time with his thrusts, and I lost my head. He pulled his cock out of my ass, turned me around, lifted me against the car again, and drove it back into my cunt with one thrust, my legs wrapped around his waist and my tits bouncing in the open air every time he buried himself inside me. We kissed open-mouthed, filthy, with the taste of everything mingled together, while he fucked me without stopping.

At some point I stopped thinking about Mateo, the girl on the dance floor, the street, everything. Only that dark corner between two cars existed, and a stranger who was giving me exactly what I had gone out looking for. I came a second time, harder than the first, biting his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream, trembling all over with his cock buried to the root.

—I’m going to come —he warned, breathing hard as he thrust faster and faster—. Where do you want me to shoot?

—Inside —I told him without thinking—. Give me everything. Inside.

And he did. I felt his cock swell and throb, then the hot stream filling my cunt while he held me tightly, growling against my neck, emptying himself inside me in several spasmodic thrusts. I was trembling against the cold metal, feeling every pulse of his cock, feeling his cum flooding me from within. When he lowered me to the ground, he was still inside me. He pulled out slowly, and I felt a warm thread of semen begin to run down the inside of my thigh. He looked down at me, slipped two fingers into my cunt, pulled them out coated with his cum mixed with mine, and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them without taking my eyes off him, sticking out my tongue so not a drop would remain.

—Good slut —he murmured.

Then we stood still for a moment, both panting and catching our breath beneath the yellowish light.

When I stood up, I realized he hadn’t given my thong back. He smiled when he saw my face and shrugged, keeping it for good. I had to fix myself up as best I could, pull my top back over my tits, still marked with bites, and lower my dress, feeling the warm trail of what had just happened running down my legs with nothing to contain it. He adjusted his clothes, looked me up and down one last time, and left without telling me his name. I never found out what he was called, and the truth was, I didn’t need to.

***

I went back into the nightclub with my legs still trembling, my cunt soaked with someone else’s semen, and my face looking so disheveled that I hoped the neon light would disguise it. I soon ran into Mateo. He was coming toward me with a worried expression.

—Where were you? —he asked—. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

—I went to the bathroom —I lied, in the calmest voice I could manage—. There was an endless line.

He believed me. He hugged me, kissed my forehead, and said it was time for us to go home. I nodded and let him lead me by the hand toward the exit, while inside I was still vibrating from what I had just done and could feel the other man’s cum running inside my clothes.

In the taxi ride home I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He stroked my hair, convinced that the girlfriend he had brought to the party was coming home. He didn’t know that someone else was returning, with a stranger’s semen filling her cunt just inches from his hand. Every bump in the road reminded me of what had happened less than an hour earlier, and I silently pressed my thighs together, still feeling it trickle down.

That night, in bed, Mateo fell asleep immediately. I stayed awake for quite a while, staring at the ceiling with a smile I couldn’t erase and the borrowed panties I’d taken from the drawer already stained. I didn’t feel guilty, and that was what surprised me most about myself. I only felt that, for once, I had done exactly what I damn well pleased, without asking permission or giving explanations.

I broke up with Mateo a few months later, for other reasons that had little to do with this. But that morning, that stranger whose face I can barely remember now, remains one of the most intense memories I have. Sometimes the things that were never supposed to happen are precisely the ones you never forget.