How About a Late Night Snack?

It was the sound of your girlfriend rummaging through the refrigerator that woke you up. You glanced at the clock. It was a little after 2 a.m. Clearly, her night out with the girls had gone late.

You heard something loud hit the floor followed by your girlfriend’s loud, boisterous laughter. You were certain she was at least a little drunk or she would have made more of an effort to be quiet.

You smiled. Some men would have been annoyed at such a lack of consideration, but not you. You knew that when your girlfriend got drunk she always got horny, and when she got horny you always got to have fun.

You pushed back the sheets and headed down the hallway to join her in the kitchen. You saw her standing behind the counter. The looked amazing in her skintight dress. She smiled at you. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on her.

You came around the edge of the counter and stopped. You saw a thick white substance running down her leg. You didn’t have to ask. There was no question what it was. Someone had cum inside her, which meant that someone had fucked her.

You stared at the cum slowly dripping down her leg for a few seconds and then looked up at your girlfriend. She had a naughty smile on her face. She wasn’t trying to hide it. She’d cheated on you. She’d gotten drunk and fucked someone. She’d let that someone cum inside her.

“Are you hungry for a late night snack?” she asked.

She was asking if you wanted to eat someone else’s cum out of her. She was asking if you wanted to consume the result of her cheating. She was asking if you wanted to do a seemingly unthinkable thing. She was absolutely asking you to absolve her of her sin.

You stepped closer. You reached out and lifted her dress, exposing her ass and her obvious lack of panties. You knew she put on a pair before she left.

“Where are your panties?” you asked.

Your girlfriend smiled. “He kept them. As a souvenir. Something to remember me by.”

You lifted the dress fully over her ass and asked, “Why would he want to remember you?”

“Because my pussy is perfect,” she said.

Now it was your turn to smile. “Yes it is,” you said.

Your girlfriend turned around and leaned against the counter. She spread her legs, giving you a perfect view of her shaved and freshly-fucked pussy.

She reached up, grabbed a handful of your hair, and pushed you to your knees. You could have fought it, but you didn’t. You couldn’t.

“Eat my pussy,” she said. There was no harshness in her voice. It was almost sweet, in fact. Still, her desire was clear. She wanted you to lick what was left of the other man’s cum out of her pussy. She wanted you to clean her, to tell her that her cheating was okay.

You ate her pussy. You licked her messy cunt eagerly. You lapped up the semen dripping out of her and then you licked it off her legs. You forgave her with your tongue. You made her feel good in more ways than one. You were a good boyfriend.