I broke up with my girlfriend, but her belongings were still in my room.
A week passed, and there was no sign of her coming to collect them, so I had no choice but to take them to her apartment. I had no intention
of meeting her, so I planned to hang them on the door handle.
Most of the remaining belongings were clothes, and some underwear, so I put them in a large bag that couldn't be seen, sealed it with duct tape, and decided to go there when she returned to her room at night.
Her apartment was quite close, and it was
a short motorcycle ride away. I parked my motorcycle at a nearby convenience store, took out the bag from my helmet case, and when I came to her apartment, I saw an unfamiliar car with its lights on in the parking lot in front of her apartment.
Just as she was getting out of the passenger seat, a well-built man in his 25s or 26s was sitting in the driver's seat.
There was a man there after all! I felt my heart beating faster with anger.
She seemed to be quite drunk, and was struggling to open the door to her room while staggering around.
The man got out of the car, grabbed her from behind, unlocked the door, and went into the room.
My girlfriend and I had been together for a year and a half, but I knew very well that she had a low tolerance for alcohol and would become lewd.
When we started dating, she had a boyfriend, but she went out drinking with me and became my woman that night.
Those two will definitely have sex now.
My heart started beating strangely fast, so I crept over to the window, careful not to make any noise.
I looked into the room through a small gap in the curtains and saw the entrance to the room directly in front of me, where a man was taking off her boots.
She was lying on her back in the hallway, and the man made her lift her legs and pulled her boots up.
Her miniskirt was rolled up and her panties were completely exposed.
After taking off her boots, the man put them on the shoe rack next to the entrance and seemed to say something to her.
Then he lay on top of her, who was still motionless, and they started kissing passionately.
I felt an abnormal heat in my lower body.
After a round of kissing, the man picked her up and carried her to the bed in the room.
It was a little far away, so I could just see her through the gap in the curtains, but I just sat there and watched her being stripped off by the man, feeling strangely impatient.
The man was strong and didn't take any unnecessary effort to strip her naked, then he stood up and started taking off his own clothes.
She was looking up at him.
After he got undressed, he got between her legs and on top of her, and started kissing her again,
with his right hand massaging her breasts.
Her body, which had been free until only a week ago, was now another man's.
I unbuttoned the front of my jeans, took out my hard penis, and squeezed it tightly.
It's embarrassing to say, but just that made me almost cum.
He spread her legs and sat between them, playing with her genitals, her body reacting sensitively. I
could see them from the side, and his penis was erect, bigger than mine,
as he knelt down. I slowly crouched down, trying not to be noticed, and gently peeled off the duct tape on her bag at my feet, took out her panties, and wrapped my head in the slightly soiled cloth that had been pressed against her private parts.
I squatted down and put my ear to the glass, and could faintly hear the creaking of the spring bed and her cries of pleasure. I
slowly rose to my feet and looked in again, shakily, to see them engaged in animalistic acts.
She spread her legs wide, desperately accepting him.
He is on top of her and is moving his hips violently. He
makes her raise her legs and attacks her in the deepest position.
Even without putting my ear to it, I could hear her lewd voice.
(She's being penetrated by that big thing.)
I moved my right hand vigorously and masturbated.
After attacking her in that position for a while, he hugged her tighter and began to move his hips faster.
He faintly heard her cry out, "Let me out! Let me out!"
He held her tightly and thrust deeply and powerfully, and she stopped moving.
She puts her hands around his waist, clinging desperately to him with a completely female look on her face. She
spreads her legs as wide as she can, and presses her hips against his while trembling in convulsions, catching his ejaculation.
I was masturbating with the underwear that had been covering her genitals until recently while watching their lewd intercourse.
It was pathetic and humiliating, but my penis was abnormally hard.
Even when we had sex, she had a hard time getting pregnant, and I almost always came inside her except on her risk days, so this time too, his sperm probably poured into her vagina and penetrated her to the depths of her uterus.
I grabbed the window frame and ejaculated with all my might into the dirtiest part of her panties.
My legs were shaking and a larger amount of sperm than usual dripped down the sides of her panties, dribbling onto the concrete.
The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that I could barely stand.
As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.
While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.
(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.
She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.
The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The
woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.
Watching this scene, I came a second time.
The feeling of ejaculation was so intense that it was difficult for me to even stand.
As I peeked in still dressed like that, the two of them shared a light kiss.
While still connected, the man reached into the tissue box next to the bed, took out a few tissues and placed them on the connecting parts.
(He really did cum inside me...) As soon as he thought that, he got an erection again even though he had just ejaculated.
He held a tissue over her vagina and pulled out his penis.
She got up, spread her legs towards me, and held her vagina with tissue to stop the semen from spilling out and dripping onto the sheets.
The man took some new tissues again and began to cleanse her pussy. The
woman who had been his just a moment ago was now having a rough fuck with another man, having been creampied, and her vagina, stained with semen and love juice, was being opened up and cleaned.
Watching this scene, I came a second time.
From my position, I could see their genitals clearly.
Although he had just ejaculated, his penis still seemed to be a little hard.
Her pussy folds were open so open that I could almost see her clitoris.
She gently stroked his penis and talked to him, then she shifted position, crouched between his legs and brought her face close to his crotch.
Although he couldn't see her because of his legs, her head was moving up and down slowly, clearly servicing his big penis with her mouth.
He reached out and started to massage her breasts.
(Let's have sex again)
Rather than feeling humiliated or defeated, I wanted to see more of their raw, animalistic mating. I
don't think she would have expected that she would have shown her most embarrassing body to her ex-boyfriend.
He came back to life, stood her up, turned her around, spit on his penis, placed it against her genitals and slowly inserted it.
She buried her face in the pillow, raised her hips and accepted him.
Although I was positioned diagonally to the side, I had a perfect view of it being inserted into my ex-girlfriend's ass.
He held her waist and thrust into her slowly several times, then he put his hands on her shoulders as if he was lying on her back and thrusted her hard.
She was petite, about 155 cm tall, and the man looked to be about 180 cm.
The two of them fucked each other from behind like beasts, and it looked like a girl being violated by a big man.
Her voice was getting louder and louder, and I could hear it clearly even without putting my ear to the window.
"Ahh!! It feels good! Ahh!!"
I couldn't hear the man's voice very well, but I could hear her voice very well.
She was being told by the man many things, like "Pussy, pussy!!" and "Your dick feels good!!"
Eventually, he raised his body, grabbed her waist and started to move his hips.
She, who had been lying face down on the pillow until just now, joined him and got on all fours, and I could see the lewd expression on her face as she had sex.
As I watched the two of them, I was reminded for a moment of dogs mating that I had seen on TV.
The man started to thrust faster and she let out loud cries of pleasure as she accepted him.
I could tell that he was close to his second ejaculation.
I had never been so turned on in my life.
I was masturbating for the third time.
Then he thrusted up into her with all his might, ejaculating inside her vagina, and remembering the feeling inside her, he sprayed his sperm on her sticky underwear again.
He pressed his hips against her with all his might here and ejaculated into her uterus.
I was going crazy imagining another man's sperm pouring into her uterus.
About a month before we broke up, her attitude changed drastically. She
would come home late at night, even though she was at work.
I think she must have had a change of heart.
And she must have had sex.
I had ejaculated so much that I started to feel sad.
When I looked inside the room, she stood up and was leaving the room naked. She
was probably going to take a shower.
I quietly moved away from the window so as not to make any noise.
Then I put her panties, stained with my semen, in a bag and returned to the convenience store on trembling legs.
In my head, I alternated between the image of her having intense sex with me just a moment ago and the image of her clinging to me just a moment ago, and I was pretty depressed.
A few days have passed since then, but I still can't get over my depression.
But every day I masturbate, remembering her and him having sex.
When I ejaculate, I get depressed again. I'm
afraid I'll end up going to her apartment to peek at her again.