Thin Walls

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My birthday was coming up soon and she had planned a vacation for me. We were going to a resort in Mexico for 2 weeks. I was pretty excited because I knew she would probably be wearing bikinis and skimpy clothing. If there was one thing I was forced to complain about being with Zoey, it was that she dressed a bit conservatively for my tastes. I always had a thing for girls that wore a bit more revealing clothing — short shorts, skirts, tank-tops, lingerie etc. — and I did ask Zoey to dress a bit more sexy for me…, but, having grown up in a conservative family, she said she wasn’t comfortable showing off so much skin. Again, it was a minor complaint so I didn’t push it, despite knowing just how incredible she'd look if she did take me up on my suggestions...

Fast-forward to arriving at the resort and we find our hotel room. After settling in, we decided to go explore the resort. As we left our room and headed towards the elevator, we ran into a guy leaving the room next to ours.

“… Ashton? Is that you??” asked Zoey, as soon as she saw him.

He turned around and his face lit up when he saw my girlfriend — “Zoey?? Hey! What are you doing here??”

“Hey! I’m here with my boyfriend!” as she gestures over to me. “Are you actually staying here at the resort??” she asked.

“Yeah I am! Wow, what are the chances haha… Is that your room next to mine???”

“Yeah I guess it is haha… Oh, btw babe, Ashton is a colleague from work.” she said to me, “You haven’t met him because he only worked with me for, like, a week, and then got moved to another division.”

“Yeah, it was such a shame we didn’t get to work together a bit longer, you were one of the best on our team.” Ashton commented.

Zoey smiled, “Aw, thanks…” She quickly glanced at me and then said to Ashton, “Well, I don’t know if you heard about that collaborative project our company started with Aztech Inc. (my company that I work for) but my boyfriend is from Aztech working on the project with me — that’s how we met actually.” she said. 

I greeted him, introducing myself and my position at my company. I swear I briefly caught Ashton eyeing Zoey up and down. “Nice to meet you, and yeah, I heard about that collaborative project. Cool stuff.” he said.

“So… shall we?” I said as I beckoned towards the elevator. As the three of us made our way towards the resort entrance, they talked about the brief time they spent at work together and I wasn’t really able to contribute much to the conversation. I started to get slightly irritated at the enthusiasm in their chit-chat, especially how my girlfriend got all bubbly and giggled at stupid jokes he made, until we finally reached the orientation hall.

“So… are you here by yourself or…” Zoey jokingly teased.

“What, no of course not haha. I’m here with a bunch of friends — they’re a bit hungover from last night so I guess they’re sleeping in late today,” he said, as he rolled his eyes. “Could I just hang out with you guys until they wake up? It’d be kind of weird for me if I was just hanging out by myself at a resort haha.”

Zoey looked a bit hesitant. She then looked at me with a sort of “I’m-sorry-but-I-don’t-want-to-be-rude” face and said “Sure, why not?”

“Thanks! Oh btw, you guys can totally skip orientation” he quipped, “I’ll show you the ropes! This place is awesome, so much booze and partying — you're gonna have an awesome time” aiming that last comment at Zoey while he looked at her. Zoey giggled while looking at the floor, smiling shyly and twirling her hair…

We walked over to the pool area and ordered drinks from the bar. The swimming pool was full of people — half-drunk, half chilling — soaking up the sun. As we waited for our drinks, I noticed there were tons of girls in skimpy bathing suits. Ashton must’ve noticed me briefly checking out one of the girls as he said, “These chicks, eh? Damn, check out the bikini on that one…” as a girl walked by us in a skimpy two-piece suit that had generous cleavage and her ass mostly bare. I obviously didn’t comment since Zoey would have had my head on a stick (especially since Zoey was only wearing a baggy t-shirt and yoga pants). She was currently retrieving our drinks from the bartender — however, I was pretty sure she heard Ashton’s comments because she didn’t look pleased when she returned.

“You think that looks sexy…? Isn't that a bit too revealing though?” she questioned in a slightly annoyed tone.

He nervously laughed, “I mean, yeah…” clearly caught off-guard, not expecting Zoey to hear him. He looked over at me for a bailout, not knowing how to respond.

“Hey man, you’re on your own” I chuckled, amused at his screw-up as Zoey handed me my beer.

Eventually, after having a few drinks himself, Ashton worked up the courage to go flirt with the girl in the two-piece bikini, finally leaving Zoey and I alone.

“So… how long did you guys work together?” I asked. 

“Oh, only for a super short while… like a week or so.” she casually said. “I never saw him after that since he moved to another division at the east-end branch…” she mentioned, trailing off into her own thoughts as she gazed over at Ashton and the bikini girl.

I puzzlingly looked at her and then at Ashton with the girl… What was she looking at? I remember thinking to myself.

Eventually, Ashton came back to where we were sitting, this time accompanied with his hungover friends and his new lady friend.

“Hey guys — this is Ava” beamed Ashton, as he wrapped his arm around the girl with the scanty bikini. She was beaming back at Ashton and had her arm wrapped around his waist in return.

“I’ll introduce you to the rest of my friends later but, hey, why are you guys still sitting here?? Let’s get into the pool!!” exclaimed Ashton, as he started to take off his shirt. 

I remember Zoey’s eyebrows raising as she watched Ashton reveal a set of toned 6-pack abs accompanied with muscular pecs and veiny arms. Ava gave a low whistle and she carrassed her hand down Ashton’s chest while giggling. 

“Whoa, easy there!” chuckled Ashton, and he dragged Ava towards the pool while they laughed and teased each other along the way. 

We decided to take it slow and just enjoy our drinks by the poolside instead of joining them — we had two weeks to go swimming after all so what was the rush?

Truth be told, it was my idea that we stayed at the table and enjoy our drinks because I didn’t really want Zoey to see more of Ashton’s ripped body. Something about the way she stared at his muscles, irked me. Now I don’t usually consider myself insecure so, in that moment, I blamed the booze for bringing it out more than usual — besides, Ashton caught me staring at Ava earlier… we’re all human after all…

As the day went on, Zoey and I toured the rest of the resort ourselves while Ashton and his friends played in the pool. When it started to get late, Zoey and I decided to retire to our hotel room, exhausted from the early flight we had this morning.

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It was 10pm when things got a little frisky between us while we were in bed. We were making out and I was groping her aggressively because I was extra horny from seeing all those girls in revealing attire. I tried pushing Zoey’s head down towards my crotch in the heat of the moment, when, she resisted me — 

“Hey! Not cool man,” exclaimed Zoey, “If I want to give you a blowjob, I’ll give you one on my own accord. You know I don’t like it when you put your hands on my head and force it.”

I profusely apologized and she said it’s fine. She proceeded to spit on her hand, lube up my dick and mounted my cock. The thing is, as I mentioned, I was crazy horny… and… well, long story short, I basically came in 30 seconds. I pulled out and orgasmed all over the both of us while she looked confused as to what was going on.

“Wait, you’re cumming already??!” as I moaned, fountaining cum everywhere. Sufficed to say, I could tell she was not pleased but she didn’t really say anything. She just grabbed my dick and started jerking to help finish me off. I fell back as I came down from my orgasm. I was super sleepy, not to mention tipsy from all the drinks we had, so I didn't have it in me to try and finish her off with my hands and mouth.

"Aww, no worries babe — besides, it's your birthday vacay so don't worry about me!" she chuckled as she gave me a kiss. We snuggled after cleaning up and quickly fell asleep...

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Then, around 2am, Zoey woke me up.

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Disoriented from my deep slumber, I looked at her, confused. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked her…

... and then, I heard it… a rhythmic banging sound and a girl moaning enthusiastically from the other room next to ours — Ashton’s room. 

And then, I heard Ava’s voice (the two-piece bikini girl). 

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“Ugh — FUCK! — Oh God... Ashton… YES! — FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!!” 

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I couldn’t believe how paper-thin these walls were… we could hear everything she was saying. 

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“Oh my god Ashton, your cock is INCREDIBLE…"

"YES.. just like THAT!!"

"Deep strokes baby… push that thing deep inside me!"

"Holy FUCK! — I LOVE how deep your cock goes!!!”

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Zoey finally interrupted the silence between us and said, “they’ve been going at it for the past hour. I don’t know how you stayed asleep because she was really loud at one point…”

I didn’t know what to say to that since I was super groggy having been awoken from a deep sleep.

“Well.. good for them I guess. They’ll probably stop soon. Just go back to sleep” and I rolled back over onto my pillow. 

However, Ava’s moaning did not stop.

What felt like forever, Ashton fucked the absolute shit out of her. Their bed frame started banging against our wall as her moaning and shrieking became more and more animalistic. 

I finally rolled over to say something to Zoey, when — for a split second — I swear I thought I noticed her hand was down her panties. 

It was dark in our room so I couldn’t be sure but she quickly moved her hand to her leg so she could (pretend to?) scratch her thigh… 

Was she… was she, just now, touching herself? I remember thinking — I mean, I know I didn’t make her cum last night but she is literally lying in bed next to me… wouldn’t she just wake me up for round 2 or something?…I chalked it up to the dimly lit room causing my eyes to see things.

I sleepily asked her, “Listen, do you think we can call the front-desk to tell Ashton to keep it down or something?” 

“Ummm…” Zoey said in a raspy voice, with what sounded like a hint of disappointment, “I could probably text him but I don’t know if he’ll see it since… you know…” 

“Wait, you have his number?” I asked, a little bit more awake after hearing that revelation.

“What? Oh, no, silly! I can just look up his number off of the company directory” — she pulled out her phone, typed a few things and said “Yeah, here it is — I’ll text him and see if he quiets things down a bit…”

We heard a phone notification go off in the next room and, after about a couple minutes, things got a little quieter. Finally, I thought to myself, and I dozed off in a matter of minutes.

That night, I remember having a really weird dream. I was chained to my bed, watching Zoey masturbate furiously beside me to the sound of Ashton pounding Ava’s pussy. I kept asking her to unchain me but she kept ignoring me. Instead, she kept moaning deeply as she made the mattress shake from her aggressive fingering. Before the dream progressed any further, my morning alarm went off.

I woke up and groggily looked around. I noticed Zoey wasn’t there so I texted her, “Hey, where you at? I just woke up… I think I’m hungover…”

“Hey Mr. Lightweight!” she texted back, "I’m at the breakfast buffet, I just got here. I was super thirsty and needed something to drink… didn’t want to wake you.”

I shook off the grogginess and noticed my morning wood, hard as a rock. 

However, it quickly deflated as I recalled the events of my dream — or more like a nightmare, I should say. That was a fucked up dream, I remember thinking. Yet, why the hell was I so hard when I woke up?

I made my way down to the breakfast hall and met up with her. We sat down at a table in the back that had long drapes over the side of it. I felt a bit guilty about my lacklustre stamina last night and how Zoey was probably unsatisfied so I thought I’d try to get her back up to our room to initiate more sex. I gave her a long good-morning kiss and caressed her thigh underneath the table cloth.

“Ooo, someone is excited to see his girlfriend!” she mischievously said with a cute smile.

I grinned and reached down to her pussy underneath the tablecloth so I could tease her clit over her pants.

I placed a finger dirctly over her clit, when —

“OW!” she exclaimed, as she slapped my hand away. Several people looked at us.

“What’s wrong???” I quickly asked.

“Oh… well… uh…… my clit is a bit sore…” she said quietly in a shy, embarrassing voice.

“Oh…you mean from last night when we had sex?” I asked confusingly.

“…Yeah…” she slowly said. Then, she winked at me, dropped the shy voice and replaced it with her usual bubbly one. “You were really horny last night and really gave it to me babe.”

“…Wait… But we only had sex for like, less than a minute” I puzzlingly said.

She paused, looking at me.

“Yeah but you were really aggressive sweetie. You probably don’t remember it that clearly because you were tipsy” and she squeezed my leg in re-assurance.

Huh, I thought to myself. I guess she actually did enjoy herself then. Although, I don’t really member her clit ever getting “sore” from our sex sessions… 

Before I could question it any further, Ashton and his friends showed up and spotted us. He walked over to our table and Zoey immediately took her hand off my leg. 

“Yo what’s up guys!” he said, “Hey, listen… uh.. about last night, I’m really sorry about the noise — we were both pretty drunk and I guess I didn’t realize how .. *ahem* .. loud we were being”, said Ashton sheepishly.

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” said Zoey, “It’s a vacation after all, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” She looked Ashton up and down, seemingly undressing him with her eyes. “So, where is the lucky — I mean, where is Ava?” asked Zoey, looking around his pack of friends to see if Ava was there.

“Oh, yesterday was her last day here so she’s probably left the resort by now” Ashton said casually, and he started to introduce the rest of his friends. I didn’t pay attention to his friends at all because the words that Zoey had just said were echoing in my brain… did she mean to say “Where is the lucky girl?”… And how she quickly tried to change her wording… not to mention the way she was looking at him... I felt a spike of jealousy in that moment, something I have never felt before with her. It was a strange feeling, however, because… I also got… a little bit… turned on? … Only for a split second… But why? That makes zero sense. To be honest, it only lasted a moment and then turned back into full-on jealousy. 

I realized that I was probably just being insecure and that I was reading into things too much…

Before I had a chance to process what I was feeling, Ashton had finished introducing his friends and they, along with Zoey, left to go get food. I pulled myself out of my thoughts and followed them to the buffet.

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The Telescope

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Before I continue the story, I should probably mention something at this point — during the flight over to Mexico, Zoey’s phone died and she had to use my iPod Touch to sign into iMessage so she could resume texting a friend. She forgot to log out of her iCloud Account meaning I had access to all her text messages from my iPod. I didn’t realize this until later that day…

After breakfast, we all headed towards the pool. Some of Ashton’s friends were jeering about how Ashton hooked up with Ava the night before. Apparently, Ava had a boyfriend back home but that didn’t stop Ashton from hooking up with her. I was disgusted but, because she was so hot, Ashton’s friends were congratulating him. Zoey heard the whole thing too but I couldn’t really gauge any reaction from her. Until she finally asked, 

“Why makes her so hot to you guys?”

Ashton briefly mentioned how he loved her bikini being so revealing and how he could check out her hot petite body. He also mentioned he has a thing for petite girls while he looked at Zoey’s body with a slight smile.

“Oh…” Zoey said sheepishly— a small hint of a smile formed on her face while she looked down at the floor.

Oh come on Zoey, I thought to myself in a jealous rush — he’s just trying to be polite to you because they were just talking about how hot Ava was a minute ago. But, at the same time, I was kind of glad that Ashton said that so Zoey wouldn’t feel insecure…

“Hey babe,” Zoey said to me, “I forgot my tanning lotion up in the room. Gonna go back up and get it. I'll meet you guys at the pool.”

“Okay babe,” I said as I gave her a peck on the cheek. She left and I joined Ashton and his friends for some water volleyball in the pool area. 

About 20 minutes later, Zoey came back down to the pool and I nearly choked on my drink.

She was wearing something I’ve never seen her wear before… something she definitely didn’t own. She had a tiny bikini on that was barely covering her tits and and a stringy bottom piece that revealed much of her ass cheeks. Ashton, myself and all the boys in our group stopped playing volleyball for a moment and gawked at her.

She slipped into the pool beside me and I quietly exclaimed, “Um, Zoey! When on earth did you buy that?”.

She giggled softly, “You like it?” I responded even quieter so no-one else could hear, “Yeah, I love it!! If your clit wasn’t so sore, I’d drag you back to our room right now!” She laughed and, under the water, briefly groped my dick through my swim trunks. She whispered, “I may or may not have been saving it for your Birthday tomorrow but I thought, what the hell, might as well put it on now, right?” She winked at me as I beamed at her. She then yelled to the others, saying “I wanna play! Pass me the ball!” She waded deeper into the pool, over to the other side of the net where Ashton was standing and exclaimed “I’m on Ashton’s team!” 

I was confused… until I realized that the teams were really un-even and my side had way more players than Ashton’s side. I guess that made sense, I though to myself, but I was obviously disappointed… 

After a few serves of the ball towards Ashton’s side, I noticed Zoey accidentally crashing into him trying to hit the ball back while Ashton caught her mid-crash. They laughed and had a little play-fight in the middle of the game, ignoring the game entirely. I was getting really jealous so I purposefully served the ball at her and, since she was being oblivious to the game, she got struck right in the head by it. It was a soft plastic beachball so no harm done; she laughed it off and said “Oops…”.

I retorted with “Hey babe, maybe pay attention to the game?” I saw several of Ashton’s buddies smirk at each other.

My cheeks flushed red as I felt a tad bit humiliated...

After spending most of the day in the pool area, Ashton had a suggestion, “Hey, how about we all go to the beach? If we leave now, we’ll catch the sunset,” and everyone agreed. The beach was about a 10 minute walk from the resort. Zoey said she needed more drinks in her so her and I hit up the bar, telling the others that we’d catch up to them in a bit.

“Oh, babe, do you have your wallet? I didn't think to bring mine,” she realized when the bartender asked for payment. I realized I left my wallet in the room too. “Can you go run up and quickly grab some money? I’ll wait here.” I kind of wanted to talk to her about her behaviour with Ashton in the pool but the bartender was looking at us impatiently. So I said yes.

I went up to our room and searched for my wallet. As I found it, I heard a phone notification go off. I checked my phone but it wasn’t mine. I scanned the room to see if Zoey had left her phone here too when I noticed my iPod Touch on the dresser — its screen lit up and vibrated again.

I picked it up and opened what looked like a text message from... Ashon?

I slowly reapplied that it appeared that Zoey had forgotten to sign out of her iMessages... She was texting Ashton right now and their convo was showing up on my iPod in real-time.

My heart racing, I tapped on their conversation so I could see what they were saying to each other. 

I took screenshots so you can read it yourself…

After I finished reading their texts, I put the iPod down. My heart was pounding… I tried to calm myself down.

‍There wasn’t REALLY anything incriminating, right? I thought to myself. Ashton is a big flirt but I can’t really blame him … Zoey looked phenomenal in that bathing suit. However, I started to feel... a bit flustered... almost hot-and-bothered, while reading their conversation... But almost as soon as I started feeling those things, the jealousy hit me hard.

What am I thinking. She’s my girlfriend. And I’m her boyfriend, I remember smacking some sense into myself. If I see any more inappropriate behaviour from him, I’m going to shut him down — otherwise, what kind of man would I be? 

I decided that I needed to get Zoey’s mind off of Ashton’s flirtyness and back to the reason why we’re here — to celebrate my birthday. The sun was setting soon which meant the stars were about to come out. I took out my telescope I had packed for the trip, hoping Zoey and I could spend a romantic evening on the beach looking at the constellations. Tomorrow was my birthday and I thought that, at midnight, her and I could have a little birthday sex on the beach under a romantic starry sky. 

I made my way back to the bar but Zoey was no where to be found. I paid the bartender and texted Zoey. 

No reply. 

I decided to make my way to the beach to find her myself. I walked up and down the beach and couldn’t find her until I noticed a tall guy with a girl roughly the same body-frame as Zoey, far off into the water. 

I took out my telescope to see if it was them.

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It was.

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The sun was setting and was shining into my eyes through the telescope, making it difficult to make out what they were doing. I started to notice what looked like her hands reaching for something below the water while she looked at him with an impressed look on her face… was there a slight up-and-down motion in her arms too?

But before I could adjust my telescope to block out the sun’s rays, Ashton’s friends came over to me. “Whoa dude, is that a telescope? Cool! Can I see?” My heart pounding, I feebly responded and tried to get them disinterested without sounding rude so I could peer back towards Zoey and Ashton. 

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But they wouldn’t leave. 

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Soon, I noticed Zoey and Ashton were on their way back, heading towards the shore… Zoey was biting her lip and Ashton had a big smile on his face. 

Then, they both saw me — Zoey quickly departed from him and made her way over to me.

“Hey babe! What took you so long!?” she said, slightly out of breath. 

“What were you doing with Ashton alone in the water?” I immediately questioned.

“Oh …uh…” she stammered, not realizing I had caught them out in the water. “… He was just showing me how to tread water since I never learned properly… I hope you’re not mad or anything?” she asked innocently with an embarrassed look on her face.

I murmured something that acknowledged her. I guess what I saw could be explained by that. Her arms moving up and down could’ve just been her trying to stay afloat maybe? I didn’t really get a clear view after all… my heartbeat relaxed a bit… I decided to show her my telescope and tell her about my idea of spending the night under the stars with her.

“Aw babe, that sounds like a really cute idea....” she hesitantly said, “But, Ashton mentioned it was free ladies night at the club, so I was thinking… let’s ring in your birthday the old fashion way — night out at the club and some dancing? Everyone else is going as well and I thought it’d be fun if we all had a big rager and get wasted…”

“Hmm, okay… I guess we can do that instead” I said disappointedly. I still felt guilty for cumming so fast the night before so I didn’t fight her suggestion — I felt like I had no right too.

“Oh also, my phone has been acting weird — for some reason, I haven't been getting notified of new text messages for the past hour, do you know why its doing that?” she asked confusingly. 

A weight dropped in my stomach. 

“Uh … it might be because you forgot to sign out of my iPod when we were on the plane and it was probably getting the messages first?”

“Oh, right! I forgot about that. I think I can sign out from here. Thanks babe.” and she pulled out her phone, tapped a few things and remotely signed herself out of all other devices. 

I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach form as I just watched my access to her text messages vanish with a few taps…

Birthday Shots

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An hour later, we all changed into clubbing attire and heading towards the club. Zoey was wearing a white tank-top with really tight jeans and a sexy pair of high heels. Her hair was up in a pony tail and her perfect porcelain skin looked more perfect than ever. 

Zoey started buying me tons of shots and I got hammered pretty quickly. Because it was free ladies night, she had some extra to spend on my drinks... A few other people joined in on getting me drinks too when they found out it was my birthday, and, after I had finished them, I had to sit down for a bit to steady myself. After a few more guys bought me some shots, I noticed my girlfriend wasn't by my side anymore. I started to look around for her, as the booze was hitting me hard. That’s when I drunkenly got a glimpse of Zoey dancing on the dance floor.

She was smiling and laughing while she swayed her hips in a sultry, hypnotizing rhythm as the bass reverberated throughout the club. I smiled as I watched her dance so sexily, feeling so incredibly lucky that she was my girlfriend. She then turned herself around, pulled her hair back, and bent over so she could sensually gyrate her ass in the air. She then looked behind her and teasingly smiled...

I confusingly tried to get a look at who she was looking at — who exactly was behind her...

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Until I finally saw him.

Ashton was dancing a few feet away from Zoey, smiling back at her.

Then, he came up behind my girlfriend and placed his hands on her hips, her cheeks suddenly being pushed against his pelvis.

Zoey embarrassingly smiled and stopped bending forward... but then, she leaned back into Ashton's body and continued to grind her ass into his crotch to the beat of the music.

Ashton kept his hands on her waist and reciprocated her motion, rhythmically thrusting his hips into hers.

She reached up behind her head and placed her hand on his neck, continuing to gyrate her ass deeper and more sensually against his nether region, all while I drunkely stood there on the other side of the dance floor, completely uncomfortable with the way my girlfriend was suddenly dancing with another guy.

I remember the room was spinning as I tried to walk out out to her to put a stop to it — I just was not okay with what I was seeing, especially considering that she had never danced with me like that before…

As I made my way over to where they were, the room kept spinning more and more. I started to get lost in the dense crowd, as people yelled and waived their hands around to the hard-hitting club music. The lights, the lasers, the smoke machines, were all disorienting as I waded through the intoxicated crowd, stumbling past drunk raver after the next...

I slowly realized I had been wondering around for awhile, neither of them in sight, when, I suddenly had the strong urge to go to the bathroom — all the drinks I had, had finally made their inevitable way to my bladder.

I drunkly found the bathroom and tried to find a free stall as all the urinals were occupied. All the stalls were full as well as I tried opening each one — until I realized I pulled on one that had a couple inside, obviously having sex. They were particularly loud as they didn’t try to hide what they were doing.

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“Fuck… holy shit… I still can’t believe how big you are… yes, just like THAT!!  Stretch me out with that big cock!!!”

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I smirked and drunkenly yelled “Get a room!” as I saw the stall door rattling loudly while some random chick was getting pounded behind it, I assumed.

After they heard me, they started fucking harder, her moans becoming even more obvious.

I chuckled. Damn, they really don’t don't give a fuck, I remember thinking to myself.

Some of the other guys in the bathroom cheered and hollered, banging on the closed stall door as they lauded over the random dude that managed to fuck a club-goer in the boys-bathroom, of all places.

I snorted at the debauchery.

Eventually, one of the urinals freed up and I took a piss while trying to text Zoey. 

“hEEy.. Wheh you atttt? Cant find u, its too cROwdded…” I drunkenly texted her.

I hear a phone notification go off in the bathroom as I sent it but was too drunk to tell where it came from. I saw a dude on his iPhone behind me so I shrugged — they all have the same notification sound…

Later that night, one of Ashton’s friends noticed I was too drunk to stand and helped me back to my hotel room so I could pass out in my bed. I drunkenly asked him to find my girlfriend for me, or at least, to tell her where I was. He promised me he would if he saw her.

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I crashed on my bed and immediately passed out...

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I remember having another really weird dream that night. I was chained to my bed yet again, but this time, I was alone, Zoey nowhere to be seen. And then I heard a girl’s voice, moaning from the other side of the wall. It was coming from Ashton’s room. Was that Ava’s voice I was hearing again? Or was it someone different this time?

I looked down and noticed that my pants were gone as I was chained down to the bed, completely exposing a rock-hard erection. One of the chains abruptly disappeared, freeing up my right hand. Not being consciously in control of my dream, I noticed myself grabbing my dick and rubbing it to the sound of the mystery girl’s moans… I don’t really remember the rest but, eventually, my morning alarm woke me up.

Getting Railed by Work

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The next morning, I woke up with a killer hangover.

Zoey was passed out on the bed next to me, sleeping in her bra and panties. I cussed myself for forgetting to disable my alarm the night before and I got up dizzyingly. That’s when I noticed Zoey’s white top — the one she wore last night — was on the floor, covered in crusty stains. Before I could pick it up to see what the stains were, she woke up.

“*Yaaaawn* Good-morning babe!” she sleepily exclaimed, “Happy Birthday! Had a good night last night?” she asked, as she gave me a kiss. She had an exhausted look on her face, presumably from our late night out.

I was really hungover and still had morning grogginess. I sleepily responded that I did have fun and mentioned how hungover I was.

Then I looked back down at her white-top, crumpled on the floor with the mysterious stains all over it.

“What happened to your shirt?” I puzzlingly asked, while pointing at it.

Her smile disappeared as she saw what I was pointing at.

“Oh…” she said, in a panicked voice as she seemed to struggle to collect her thoughts, “… Ashton… bought a champagne bottle and… he exploded all over me… I mean, he exploded it all over me… you know, when he opened the bottle after shaking it…” she feebly said. “It was an accident … Sorry, I’m a bit hungover myself…” she said, as she rubbed her eyes and then quickly tossed the stain-drenched top into her suitcase. She innocently looked over at me, waiting to see how I’d respond.

“Oh damn… sorry I missed the champagne. Although I doubt I could’ve taken any more drinks last night haha…” I groggily said.

I went to go take a long hot shower to help remedy my killer hangover. After I finished and got out, I saw Zoey texting on the bed.

“Hey babe,” she said, getting up as soon as she saw me. “There’s a work emergency my boss is texting me about. I have to get on a Skype call with him.” She got off the bed and started quickly rummaging through her suitcase to find her makeup kit. “My boss also mentioned Ashton was here since he messaged him too. I’m going to go over to Ashton’s room so we can Skype with our boss...”

“Whoa whoa, wait, what?” I asked confusingly, my killer hangover not helping with processing what I was hearing… “What work emergency? Why does he want both you and Ashton on the call together? Ashton is in a different division than you...” I asked perplexed.

“Its about a new client my boss wants us to wheel in — apparently Ashton's division will be involved if we secure this new client” she quickly mentioned.

She hurriedly started doing her makeup in the mirror, applying dark red lipstick while being careful not to go over the contour of her lips. She rubbed her lips together and, once satisfied, moved on to doing her eyeliner, again, paying careful attention to the strokes of her brush.

“I know its your birthday today but I promise to make it up to you” she nonchalantly said, seemingly more concerned with how she looked in the mirror. She pulled out her foundation and her mascara and got to work as her phone buzzed with notifications. She turned her phone upside down on the dresser and resumed working on her makeup.

"Do you need any help with the call?" I uselessly asked as my girlfriend got all dolled up for her Skype call.

"Oh, no babe, just go out and enjoy the resort, I'm sure I'll be done shortly and we can spend the rest of your birthday doing whatever you want!" she said as she expertly contoured her face, matching the rest of her makeup with the dark red lipstick she applied earlier.

I sat on the bed with my hangover-induced headache as I watched her put on the finishing touches, brushing her lush brunette hair. I was pretty bummed out that her boss had the audacity to request her to work during our vacation but I reasoned it must've been a pretty big client...

Finally, Zoey pouted her lips as she took one last look in the mirror and looked satisfied. She then rummaged through her suitcase again and pulled out a small, short dress I’ve never seen her wear before…

“Whoa, nice dress…” I admiringly commented, as she slipped on the little black dress onto her petite body, the fabric hugging every slender curve on her. Her small, perky tits were pushed up from the dress being so tight and you could even see a bit of her nipple poking through as she decided not to wearing a bra...

“Thanks!” she beamed with a smile.

And, with that, she slipped on some heels and left through the front-door. I stared after her as the door slowly closed behind her...

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In the room next to ours, I heard the door open and then close… but no talking… which I thought was weird because wouldn’t they at least greet each other? 

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The silence continued… 

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I was starving at this point so I texted Zoey: “Hey babe… if you need any help with consultation on whatever is happening with your project, let me know — I’d be more than happy to help. I’m going to go down to get breakfast. Hopefully you guys won’t be too long.”

In the other room, I faintly heard Zoey’s phone go off with the notification of my text I just sent. 

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But no reply.

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I headed down to get some breakfast when, fifteen minutes later, I got a text back from her.

I screenshotted them below...

As I read her last reply, a surge of jealousy mixed with horniness hit me… I didn’t really know what to say to that so I let it go. I was too hungover to process whatever emotions I was suddenly feeling… I mean, in retrospect, I think I chalked it up to not ever having experience with jealous feelings, so I kind of thought that that was what jealousy felt like? I don’t remember much afterwards because I started to drift off back to sleep, having another one of those really weird dreams…

The Awakening

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I remember opening my eyes around 6pm and getting out of bed with a strong hard-on. I had another similar dream to the ones I’ve been having the past two times but decided to ignore it again. I looked around as my boner deflated, expecting Zoey to be back in my room by then… but she wasn’t. That annoying thumping sound was still in the background, louder than ever and at a much faster pace. I had half a mind to call the front-desk to tell them to set me up with another room that didn’t have construction happening all day. I was hungry for dinner and left to go down to the buffet, texting Zoey.

“Grabbing some dinner — you want me to bring anything up to you guys?”

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No reply.

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I left to go get food downstairs anyway. While eating, I looked up and happen to catch Zoey making her way down to the buffet. She spots me and walks over to me.

“Hey babe!” she said, her face completely flushed. Her hair was a mess and one of her shoulder straps was off her shoulder. “Umm, I forgot my keycard in our room — could I borrow yours so I can get back in?”

I suspiciously looked at her.

“What happened to your hair?” I questioned. 

“Huh? What are you taking about?” as she adjusted her shoulder strap back onto her shoulder.

“It’s a mess…” I pointed out

“Oh, I don’t know” she said, laughing as she ruffled her hair with her hands, tying it back into a ponytail with a hair elastic she had on her wrist. “I guess with all the stressful work Ashton was making me do, I started pulling on my own hair out of frustration, you know? So uhhh, the keycard?”. 

I pulled out my keycard.

“That took ages, you were working for nearly 7 hours! What took so long???” I puzzlingly asked.

She gave a look of surprise that slowly merged into embarrassment as she said, “Wow, has it really been 7 hours???… I guess I lost track of time…… Damn, I'm impressed Ashton can work for so long... whenever I thought we were done, he kept getting ready to give me another huge workload… I’m sorry babe, I know today was supposed to be all about you but I promise to make it up to you... Its just, I'm completely exhausted after all that hard work...” she looked at me all cute and innocently.

I noticed a twinge of jealousy yet again, coupled with that confusing feeling of being turned on by what I was hearing…

“Don’t you mean your boss giving you workloads, not Ashton?” I asked, again, trying to suppress my jealousy. 

“Oh, right… yeah, that’s what I meant! So, uh, the keycard babe?” she weakly smiled at me, looking at the card in my hand I had yet to hand over.

I passed it over to her and she swiftly went back upstairs, asking if I could bring up some food for her to the room. I finished my meal after awhile, packed up some food and eventually re-joined her. She was laying on the bed, showered and changed, texting on her phone with a smile on her face. As soon as she saw me, she put the phone down — “Oh thanks! I’m STARVING, you’re the best babe” and began wolfing it down, as if she hadn’t eaten anything since morning. She promptly went to bed afterwards, repeating how dead tired she was…

The next morning, she claimed she had another work emergency. 

I couldn’t believe how hard her boss was being on her during her vacation but I relented. She encouraged me to go have fun out in the resort and to not stay in the hotel room like yesterday. I sulkingly agreed and promised I wouldn't stay in the room.

As I roamed the resort, I texted her throughout the day about what I was doing.

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I never got a reply back.

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In the evening, she finally met up with me but said she was exhausted after another hard days of work. She cuddled up to me in bed and instantly fell asleep in my arms. 

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The next day, the same thing happened. 

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And the next day …

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And the next… 

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I started to get really annoyed at her boss.

‍This was supposed to be our vacation and he was ruining it. Something else that also wasn’t helping with my annoyance: I kept having those weird dreams each night with an unexplainable erection in the morning, once I woke up. I still couldn’t explain why I was having those dreams… 

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On the fourth day, I was out tanning by the pool when I got a phone call:

“Hello, sir? Are you the gentlemen staying in room 403?” asked a service lady.

“Yes…? How can I help you?”

“Are you staying with your wife in that room?”

“Girlfriend. And yes…why?” I asked confusingly.

“Um, sorry to bother you but… we’ve been getting complaints from your neighbours that there is a lot of … noise… coming from your floor the past few days. There’s only two guests on that floor, you and the gentlemen staying in the room next to you.”

“Yeah I know… isn’t there construction happening nearby or something?”

“What?… No, we don’t have any construction happening in that area … and uh, I don’t mean to be awkward but… it’s not construction noises… it’s a couple having really loud sex.”

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I slowly lowered the phone down. 

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I faintly heard the front-desk lady asking if I was still there. 

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Time started to slow as I looked out onto the pool at all the other people having fun. I started humiliatingly reflecting on the last few days… the last few days that my girlfriend said she was “working hard” on a project with Ashton, a project she said she had no choice to work on because her boss demanded it, a project she insisted she worked on alone in Ashton’s room. 

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And then I remembered the worst part — it all started on my birthday. 

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I wanted to throw up. 

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But, as I realized all of this… an immeasurably strong wave of horniness came over me. My dick filled with blood quicker than I ever experienced. I started sweating as my breathing became heavy. My cock started twitching in response to the slightest pressure it felt from my boxer's fabric. I slowly got up, trying to hide my raging boner beneath my shorts, and I made my way back to my room. I didn’t hear anything coming from Ashton’s room… but Zoey wasn’t in my room either. I had no idea where they were but I didn’t give a fuck. I started angrily packing up my things into my suitcase. My dick was throbbing menacingly but my mind was so occupied with all the betrayal and hurt I was feeling that I just threw everything I could find into my suitcase so I could leave ASAP.

After shoving my stuff into my case in a fit of rage, I accidentally knocked over Zoey’s suitcase. 

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My iPod Touch fell out of one of the pockets.

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I confusingly looked at it for a split second, realizing I had not seen it since the last time I used it to creep on her texts. Why was she hiding it in her suitcase? I picked it up and my heartbeat skyrocketed as I saw a text message from Ashton on the lockscreen. 

Huh???? I wondered. I thought she had signed out of this device? I unlocked it and saw their conversation was still there. 

Zoey had failed to remotely log out of her account and ALL her text messages between her and Ashton were visible to me. My knees buckled as I sat onto the bed, my heart pounding out of my chest, while I opened their text messages…

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There were pics.

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There were videos.

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There were paragraphs of Zoey going into detail as she described how much she enjoyed fucking Ashton. Apparently, it looked like Ashton made Zoey describe their sex sessions to him over text whenever she was back in my hotel room with me…

Both my heart and my dick felt like they were about to explode. 

As I read their texts (screenshotted everything and posted them below), I almost unconsciously reached down to my zipper and slowly unzipped my pants. I took out my rock-hard penis, careful not to apply too much pressure that would instantly make me cum. Mortified at myself, I slowly started to caress it while I read their back-and-forth sexting. 

I couldn’t believe what I was doing…

but I couldn’t stop either… 

The first video I saw was of Zoey enthusiastically sucking Ashton’s huge cock. It was SO much bigger than mine and it barely fit in Zoey's mouth. That's when I heard her say that he was the best man she’d ever been with.

I immediately erupted in an explosion of cum. 

I groaned as the orgasm surged throughout my body, making me feel like my cock was going to split in two from all the cum ejecting out of me. I was barely able to keep the iPod still while I violently spouted cum everywhere to the gagging sounds Zoey was making on Ashton’s cock.

It was easily the most powerful orgasm I ever had. 

In a confused, post-cum daze, I laid their, catching my breath as my spunk dripped off my hand onto the floor. My chest was so tight from the hurt and betrayal I was still feeling but I could sense another wave of horniness starting to swell throughout my body. I weakly brought my iPod back up to my face so I could continue reading their texts. Blood began to fill my limp cock again as I kept reading and re-reading all the little details Zoey would describe of them fucking. My dick became full-mast in a very short time and I started stroking it — wincing, as I felt my soreness from the previous violent orgasm I just had. I was getting close to another explosive orgasm, when — all of a sudden — 

the front-door opened.

Zoey walked in and sees me sprawled on the bed — dick in one hand and iPod in the other. She dropped her jaw in shock as she sees all the cum I sprayed all over myself. Her eyes darted back and forth between the iPod and all the cum I spouted everywhere. I could see her connecting the dots as her lip curled into a mischievous smile, almost as if a plan started formulating in her head…

“Well… this is interesting…” she deviously whispered.

And that’s when our relationship changed forever…