About a year ago, I asked my girlfriend to sleep with another guy. It was something I’d thought about for a long time — the idea of her with someone bigger than me, more dominant, just... different. I didn’t know exactly why I wanted it, I just knew the thought turned me on. At first, she was confused and kind of hurt. She asked me if she wasn’t enough for me, or if I didn’t want her the same way anymore. I tried to explain that it wasn’t about that — it was more of a fantasy. Eventually, after a lot of back and forth, she agreed to try it.
She picked the guy, someone she met online. Tall, confident, and from what she told me, very well-endowed. I dropped her off at the hotel and waited. Later that night she sent me a few clips. Watching them hit me harder than I expected. She looked like she was really into it — almost too into it. I felt sick afterwards. The next day, I told her I didn’t think I wanted her to do it again. She looked genuinely upset. She said she felt used, like I pushed her into something just to take it away when she started to feel something from it. She wasn’t angry, just hurt and confused.
Over the next few weeks, she kept bringing it up in small ways. At first, I said no every time. But eventually, she sat me down and told me that what happened with him made her feel wanted in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time — and that she didn’t want to lose that. She promised it was just physical, nothing emotional, and said if I really loved her, I’d understand. I gave in. I told myself it would just be one more time. But of course, it wasn’t. Looking back, I wish I’d never brought it up at all. What started as my idea ended up giving her something she didn’t want to let go of… and now I’m the one stuck dealing with it.
Pic related screenshot from the 1st video