I Confessed My Fantasy About My Girlfriend to Marcus

In the first part, I told how Bianca and I arrived in the United States to start university, and how I began fantasizing about seeing her in another man’s arms. What follows is the part where I found out whether I dared to tell someone what was on my mind.

The weeks went by and I still couldn’t bring myself to do it. At night, when she slept, I opened the search engine and devoured videos that sent my pulse racing. My obsession grew and I needed bigger and bigger hits to calm it down.

At school, though, I moved around without any problem. I met people, made friends. The closest one was Nacho, a third-year Latino guy with whom I shared a couple of classes. He became my right hand: we studied, played console, spent our afternoons together. He knew I had a girlfriend, but he had never seen her, because our schools were at opposite ends of campus.

One Thursday I asked him to come with me to Bianca’s volleyball team practice so I could introduce him to them. I had told Bianca about him and she wanted to meet him. We got there, climbed up into the stands, and sat all the way at the top.

Nacho enjoyed the view. The girls on the team were gorgeous, almost all blondes, in tight little shorts that left nothing to the imagination. One in particular hooked him: Brenda, the captain.

—She’s a really good friend of Bianca’s —I told him—. If you want, I can ask her to introduce you when they’re done.

—Yes, yes, please —he answered, barely hiding his excitement.

When practice ended, we started making our way down slowly while we kept talking. Then I saw it. Marcus was walking up to Bianca in the middle of the court. I hadn’t seen him come in; I figured he was on the players’ bench.

He said something in her ear and she blushed. A shy smile spread across her face, the one I knew so well. Then she saw me coming down with Nacho and waved.

—Hi, honey! How are you? —she said.

I found it odd that she didn’t kiss me, because we always greeted each other like that, but I didn’t give it any importance at the time. She introduced me to Marcus herself.

—Nice to meet you, I’m Mateo —I held out my hand—. Bianca has told me a lot about you.

My hand looked tiny inside his. It was rough and firm, like an athlete’s. Up close he looked even taller and more solid.

—Likewise, man —he said—. I’ve heard about you too. You’ve got a beautiful girlfriend, you’re a lucky guy.

The comment made me uncomfortable, but I just smiled and took the chance to introduce Nacho to Bianca. They greeted each other politely. Marcus glanced at the time.

—Damn, I’ve got to go. Pleasure meeting you guys. See you, Bianca!

—Bye, Marcus —she replied.

The three of us stayed talking. Then I remembered the promise I’d made my friend.

—Babe, could you introduce Brenda to Nacho? He’s been stuck on her.

Bianca laughed and shot off toward the locker rooms. As she walked away, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass in those shorts. I felt lucky to have her, beautiful as she was. I was in some kind of trance when Nacho snapped me out of it.

—Hey, do you think I’ve got any chance with her? I really like her. I’d be willing to try anything, even something serious.

—You just saw her today and you’re already building castles in the air —I laughed—. You don’t even know her.

Bianca came back with Brenda before he could answer. They introduced themselves with a smile, but a few seconds later my girlfriend’s phone rang.

—Sorry, guys, they’re waiting for us at the library. See you later!

They said their goodbyes and each went their own way. I stayed a little longer with Nacho and then went home.

***

As soon as I walked into the apartment, I got off as best I could, with Bianca’s clothes near me and my daily dose. Then I caught up on some assignments and waited for her. She came home exhausted, as always, and I suggested we watch a movie. She agreed: she needed to unwind. We put on a comedy and were having a good time until I blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me.

—Do you think Nacho has any chance with Brenda? He was totally smitten.

—I don’t know —she said—. After he left, Brenda told me he seemed nice, but that she doesn’t date white guys.

—What do you mean she doesn’t, if she’s blonde?

—I asked her the same thing. She told me she only dates Black men.

At that instant my crotch tightened like a spring. I had to play it cool so she wouldn’t notice that the scenario turned me on. I used sleep as an excuse, kissed her on the cheek, and locked myself in my room. This time the fantasy was different: I was imagining Brenda, not Bianca.

When I finished, I thought maybe Brenda already knew about Marcus’s intentions with my girlfriend and, instead of warning her, was encouraging it. The idea unsettled me. I told myself I was making things up and tried to sleep.

***

The following days I tried to be the perfect boyfriend. I went to her faculty often, by surprise, even though it was twenty minutes on foot from mine and I wasn’t exactly athletic. I almost always found her chatting with some friend. But what hit me hardest was how much time she spent with Marcus.

I hid far away so they wouldn’t see me. He walked her to practice, to class, they had lunch together, he carried her bag. Anyone who looked for two seconds would have sworn they were a couple. When they said goodbye, they kissed on the cheek and hugged for way too long. Marcus always held her by the waist and pulled her against his body. To feel her tits, I thought.

On our anniversary, the third one, I went to pick her up with a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear, those cheesy things. I couldn’t find her anywhere and her phone was switched off. When I was about to give up, a teammate told me she had seen Bianca in the library, studying with Marcus.

The library was almost empty. It has little private cubicles, with tables and chairs, so you can study without anyone bothering you. When I got to theirs, I looked through the little window in the door before going in.

They were alone, sitting facing each other, with a stack of books between them. Bianca was wearing a white tank top and tight black leggings. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She was gorgeous.

She was reading, absorbed. He was pretending to read, but he had his eyes fixed on her cleavage. At one point he didn’t even bother hiding it. Bianca looked up and caught him staring at her. They held each other’s gaze for a couple of seconds without saying anything. Then she went back to her book, but instead of covering herself, she pulled her chair closer to the table, giving him an even better view.

I was too turned on by what I was seeing. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and knocked on the door.

—Happy anniversary, my love. You’re one in a million. I love you.

She stood up, hugged me, and with wet eyes told me I was the best boyfriend she could ever have. We kissed. Marcus watched the whole show without knowing I had caught him a minute earlier.

We said goodbye to him and went home. Bianca made a delicious dinner; she cooked wonderfully, she came from an Italian family. That night we had sex for the first time in a long while. What surprised me most was how aroused she was, though deep down I knew where that heat came from. She asked me to go down on her, something she almost never asked for, and I found her soaked. Then she climbed on top of me and rode me until I came.

But this time I didn’t settle for the summary. I closed the bedroom door, threw her onto the bed, and lifted her tank top with hunger, slipping my hand under the fabric to squeeze her new tits, firm and high, still with that fresh surgical hardness that drove me crazy. Bianca arched her back and let out a long moan, surprised at how sensitive she was. I pushed her bra up and leaned down to suck her nipples, one first and then the other, licking them with my tongue while she grabbed my hair and pushed me against her chest.

—That’s it, baby... suck them good —she whispered, voice broken.

I slowly pulled down her leggings, and when I took them off completely I saw her thong soaked through, stuck to her cunt like a second skin. I touched her over the fabric, finding her hot, open, desperate. She drew in a sharp breath when I slid two fingers between her lips, slippery, and begged me not to make her wait. I moved her underwear aside and looked at her for a second, because she was shining, truly wet, her folds swollen, ready for me.

I knelt between her legs and buried my face there. Bianca gave a little cry when I ran my tongue from bottom to top, parting her cunt with the tip, sucking her clit until she trembled. She smelled of desire and soft sweat, of herself, of a hot woman who’d been holding back for too long. I ate her eagerly, deep, nonstop, pushing my tongue in as far as I could while she grabbed my head and forced me to keep going.

—Yes, Mateo... don’t stop... —she panted, spreading her legs wider.

I slid two fingers inside her while I kept licking her. She was so wet my fingers slipped in and out with an obscene sound, and every time I drove them deep she writhed, her hips lifting to seek more. I pushed my fingers deep, brushing that spot that made her clamp her thighs together, and brought her to the edge without stopping sucking her clit. Bianca started moaning louder, her breathing broken, begging me not to let her come yet, but she was already lost.

She came on my tongue with a hard spasm, her back arched and her face twisted in pleasure. Her thighs trembled, she soaked my mouth, and kept moaning while I licked her clean, catching every drop. Then she pulled me up and kissed me hungrily, tasting her own juice on my lips.

I took her shirt off and she climbed on top of me again, rubbing my hard cock against her soaked sex. She positioned it with her hand and, looking me in the eyes, lowered herself onto it, swallowing it in one motion. We both moaned at the same time. I felt her surround me completely, tight, burning, and I sank into her heat to the hilt. She started riding me slowly at first, setting the rhythm with her hands on my chest, but soon she let herself go and began moving hard, up and down, bouncing on me until the bed creaked.

—Give it to me, Mateo, give me that cock —she said, digging her nails into my shoulders.

I gripped her hips and guided her to move faster, shoving my cock into her to the limit again and again. The wet sound between our bodies filled the room. She leaned forward and offered me her tits, so I sucked them again while feeling her clench around me. Then I turned her over, put her on her stomach, and lifted her ass to enter her from behind. Bianca moaned with her face buried in the pillow while I drove into her hard, holding her by the hips and spreading her ass wide with my hands so I could watch her tremble every time I rammed into her pussy.

—That’s how I like it, fuck me like that —she said, broken, breathless.

I took her from behind until her legs went weak, and when I sat her back on the bed I made her stay still, with my cock still inside her, while I stroked her tits and kissed her neck. We both ended up panting, soaked, the room smelling of sweat and sex. She stayed on top of me, breathing fast, and kissed me on the mouth with a satisfied smile.

***

While she was showering, it occurred to me to check her phone. I found it charging on the shelf. Among the notifications there was a message from Marcus on Instagram. I read their conversations: nothing explicit, no sexual tone, but they messaged each other a lot. The last one from that day said this:

—@bianca.deluca: Thanks for coming to study with me! I know I’m boring and never invite you to anything fun, it’s all studying and sports, haha.

—@marcus_big: Don’t worry, you don’t seem boring at all to me. Like I told you today, in two weeks, when summer break starts, my uncles are lending me their beach house. I’m going to invite a few friends. If you want, you can come, and Mateo too if he wants. I’ll be waiting, kisses!

—@bianca.deluca: Sounds great! I’ll talk it over with Mateo and let you know.

My heart was pounding. I was starting to really believe Marcus was attracted to Bianca. I felt a stab of jealousy: fantasizing was one thing, but real life was something very different. Yet I also couldn’t deny how much this situation turned me on.

I had two options. Shut it all down and ask her to stay away from him. Or let things run their course and confess my fantasy to Marcus. I locked the phone, left it where it was, and went into my room. That night I struggled to fall asleep thinking about how to tell him.

***

The next day everything went on as normal. I ran into Nacho and we talked about video games and nonsense, even though my mind was somewhere else. When I got home, Bianca was waiting with news.

—Mateo, yesterday I was talking to Marcus. He asked what we were going to do in the summer and I told him nothing interesting, so he offered to invite us to his uncles’ beach house. For a week. He said we’d have the place to ourselves and a few friends. I loved the idea, but I told him I had to check with you first.

I had to pretend I didn’t know anything, even though I had read that very same conversation the night before. I thought carefully about my answer so I wouldn’t sound desperate.

—I don’t know, babe. Let me think about it and I’ll let you know, okay?

—Okay, but don’t take too long, because I have to confirm with him.

The truth was that, before saying yes, I needed to talk to him. Set things straight and give him the green light to keep my beautiful girlfriend.

***

A few days went by without my giving her an answer. Then Bianca told me that a friend from her faculty was throwing a party to celebrate the start of summer and she wanted me to go with her. I said yes right away. Parties weren’t really my thing —I preferred staying in and playing console— but anything for her happiness.

The day of the party she looked amazing: jeans hugging her legs and a black blouse with a neckline right on the edge. As soon as we arrived, she went off with her friends and I found Nacho, who luckily had come too. We started drinking and talking. He confessed again how much he liked Brenda. I, having not drunk for a while, felt the alcohol hitting me quickly in my soft body.

After a couple of hours, I saw Bianca signaling to me from afar. I said goodbye to Nacho and went over to her a little dizzy.

—Marcus is here and wants to say hi to you. Come —she said in my ear over the music.

She led me outside by the hand. Marcus was leaning against a wall with a beer.

—How are you, man? I didn’t know you were around here —I said.

—All good. I saw you from a distance with your friend, but I didn’t want to interrupt.

Just then, Bianca’s friend appeared from behind and took her away: they had something important to discuss.

—Guys, I’ll leave you alone so you can get to know each other better. And please, Marcus, don’t let Mateo drink too much, haha.

As she spoke, I noticed Marcus wasn’t looking at her face, but at her cleavage. I played dumb and let her go.

We kept talking as if we were lifelong friends. He was a pleasant guy, genuinely smart: he talked about sports, but also science. I understood why Bianca enjoyed being with him. In the middle of the conversation, he interrupted me.

—Mateo, sorry. I don’t mean to sound rude, but there’s something I’ve been curious about for a while. It’s about Bianca... did she get breast implants?

The question left me frozen, but I felt the ice between us crack.

—Yeah. She got them this year, before we came. A gift from her parents.

—What a gift —he laughed—. You must be having a feast, huh?

—Not as much as I’d like, but something is something.

—Do you two have problems?

—Something like that. We’re a little distant because of school, and that takes a toll on the sex.

—I hope you fix that soon. I’m going for another beer, I’ll be right back.

As he walked away, I understood that this was the moment. When he came back, I was going to tell him everything. I watched him approach through the crowd.

—Marcus, I’ve wanted to tell you something delicate for a while. I hadn’t done it because I didn’t trust you, but now I see you’re a good guy. Let’s go somewhere private, I don’t want anyone to hear.

We walked to some bushes, away from the noise. There, on that cold night, I confessed everything: what I had seen in the library, the attraction I sensed in my girlfriend, the Instagram messages, and, finally, my fantasy. As I spoke, I saw a brief smile cross his face before he wiped it away and turned serious.

He stayed silent, looking at me, for what felt like eternal seconds.

—I can’t believe what you’re telling me, man. This is really delicate. I’m glad you trust me. This stays between you and me.

—Thanks. It would be disastrous if anyone found out.

—Don’t worry, no one’s going to know. I’m a tomb. What are your conditions?

—First: don’t tell her anything. She’d think I’m a pervert. I want you to be discreet, for nobody to suspect anything.

—You have my word.

—There’s something else. When you do it, no condom. And I want to be there, watching.

—The last part will be hard to organize, but we’ll figure something out. We’ll sort it out at the beach.

—Today I’ll tell her I accepted the invitation.

I went back to find Bianca among the crowd. What I couldn’t imagine was what was going through Marcus’s head at that very moment.

So the little white boy wants to be a cuckold. Bianca is the hottest girl I’ve ever tried to get with, and her own boyfriend asking me to do it makes me even hotter.

Behind that decent-guy facade, Marcus changed the plan after our talk. He no longer just wanted to sleep with her: he wanted to keep her, make her his girlfriend. And he was planning to use everything I had told him to his advantage, even breaking the pact we had just sealed. Of course, I knew nothing about that.

That night, once we were home, I told Bianca I had accepted. Her reaction didn’t surprise me: she was dying to go.

—Thanks, babe! You’re the best boyfriend in the world. I’m dying to get a tan, I’m so pale!

—Relax. I was talking a lot with Marcus at the party. I really like him, I’m glad you spend time with him.

As soon as I mentioned Marcus, her expression changed. Her eyes lit up every time she heard his name.

***

A couple of days went by and I couldn’t wait for Monday to arrive. That was the day we were heading to the beach.

End of part 2. What do you think? Will Marcus get his way? We’ll find out in the next chapter.