My Girlfriend Cheated On Me with a Black Celebrity
This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment that we both cherish.
This is based on something that truly happened to me. Though I know many of you won’t believe it, and I don’t care, I’m going to fucking tell it.
It was turning into a dull Saturday for me. I was home alone watching a football game that wasn’t going well for my favourite team. I was in my living room sipping a beer that tasted lukewarm in my mouth and was about to flip to another channel when my phone started ringing. It was my girlfriend, Debbie, calling. She had left for work in the morning, though as it was Saturday, she was only meant to work half the day. I figured she would be on her way home already when she called.
“What’s up, babe?”
I was expecting a simple response but instead heard her breathing excitedly, sounding like she was in a marathon race and had only stopped to give me a call.
“Jerry . . . honey . . . oh my God, you’re not going to believe what just happened to me. This is so fucking wild, you’re not going to fucking believe it. Oh my God, I’m freaking out right now!”
Her frantic excitement caught my attention. “Yo, yo, Debbie, slow down. Slow the fuck down and tell me what’s up. What’s going on? What’s gone wrong?”
“Nothing’s gone wrong, Jerry,” she laughed crazily before continuing, “nothing’s wrong; everything’s so fucking right. Oh my God, today’s going to be the greatest day ever for us, babe. I swear it’s the truth, you’ll see.”
“Debbie, calm the fuck down and tell me what’s going on with you.”
“Okay . . . okay, just give me a moment . . . all right, I’m calm now. I’m going to have to talk fast because he’s going to come out soon, but you need to know this, darling. I know you’re not going to believe me, but hear me out, okay?”
This was what I got from Debbie: she had clocked off from her workplace and was heading home to me when she saw the warning light indicating her fuel was near empty. She stopped at a Texaco gas station, where she was calling me, to fill up her tank. A black SUV had then pulled into the opposite gas pump. Debbie paid it no mind, not even when she heard the door slam as the driver got down from his vehicle. It wasn’t until the man said something to her that she thought his voice sounded familiar. Then she turned to look at him and got the stunning surprise of a lifetime.
She told me who the man was, and even I thought she had gone completely bonkers. The name she mentioned belonged to that of a famous Black actor. The man had a distinct accent and was scheduled to star in an upcoming thriller movie. Debbie and I have seen his movies and kept abreast of his career. We were awed by his physical presence, talent and seductive charisma on the big screen. Debbie and I once argued that should either of us be stranded on an island and have a choice of being with someone besides each other, it would be either this famous actor or Denzel Washington. Debbie preferred Denzel as her first choice, whereas I preferred this actor. For her to mention that she had run into him alone by himself at a gas station in broad daylight was fucking insane.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” she said after she had finished her tale. “Yeah, you don’t have to say it, Jerry. I can tell from your silence that you don’t.”
“Well, if you know, then what do you fucking expect me to say? You might as well tell me that you ran into Denzel or Morgan Freeman for all I care.”
“Hold on, he’s coming out of the 7-Eleven shop right now. I’ll see if I can sweet-talk him into making a video call so you can see for yourself.”
“Do what you want to do, babe,” I said.
I figured I was about to give her the biggest laugh once I saw she had been taken for a fool. I received a notification for a video call with her. Her face came on the screen and so did the celebrity figure who stood beside her, smiling.
It was me who ended up being the idiot because it was him. It was the actor himself, in the fucking flesh!
I was nearly speechless when he spoke to me through the video call. Even when I answered, my voice broke into a stammering frenzy.
Debbie came back on the screen and said, “Do you think I’m lying now?”
“I’m sorry I ever doubted you, honey. You gotten an autograph from him yet?”
“I’ll do you one better,” she said. “I’m inviting him over.”
“WHAT?!!?” I screamed as if a nuclear bomb just went off in my head. “What did you say, babe?”
“He and I talked for a little bit, and I kinda asked if he wouldn’t mind doing a little something with me, maybe come and have a drink with us, and see where that might lead.”
“No fucking way you did!”
Debbie gave me a wicked chuckle that told me she had seriously done what she said. “You know me, babe. We’ve talked about something like this; now’s our chance. You’d best get the house ready ‘cos we’re coming. See you when I get home. Bye.”
She waved goodbye to me before ending the video call.
I stared at my phone, stunned out of my frigging head but amazed by this sudden turn of events. The mere fact that it was happening was unbelievable. My mind wanted to confirm that it was bullshit — ain’t no way in hell Debbie met who she had shown me, and that she was inviting him over.
Oh my fucking God, this was unbelievable! Unbelievable, and yet it was real!
I checked my watch and figured I had at least ten to fifteen minutes before they arrived and then dashed to the bedroom.
I was gasping when I entered the bedroom and began putting the room in order. I took off my jeans, grabbed a pair of Debbie’s cotton panties and wore those before wearing my jeans back. I wanted to put on a bra next but feared I wouldn’t have time before they arrived. Also, who knows if the actor wouldn’t get spooked seeing me in my girlfriend’s underwear?
But it was worth the risk.
I took off my shirt and wore Debbie’s bra.
I raced back to the living room to ensure everything was where it should be. I saw one of Debbie’s dildos and hid it under one of the sofa pillows while I carted my empty beer cans to the kitchen.
Debbie soon arrived. She hollered my name from the living room while I washed my hands in the kitchen sink. I quickly dried them with a dishcloth before going to meet her.
“Hey, babe,” I came and hugged her, then kissed her. “How was your drive back?”
“It was good,” she said, then turned towards the figure coming through the doorway. “But it got way better when I ran into him.”
My eyes widened with amazement and awe as the famous celeb strolled into our home, smiling. He looked way more dashing in real life than in the movies. Tall and broad-shouldered, he dwarfed me in stature and class as he came forward and shook my hand. My jaw fell open and I could feel my penis shrink inside my panties as I thought of what to say to him.
“How’re you doing, Jerry?” he said to me. “Your girlfriend told me nice things about you before we got here. Thanks for welcoming me into your home.”
“Believe me, it’s an honour to have you with us,” I muttered. He might have told me that he had purchased our house and intended to move in, and I wouldn’t have seemed concerned. “I hope Debbie told you lots of nice things about me.”
“Oh, she truly did,” he replied, and then said the most shocking thing I could ever have dreamed someone of his status would say to me. “She told me how much of a sissy-bitch you are,” he continued. “She said you’re lousy and have got yourself an inefficient tool down in your jeans. I figured I might as well come and see for myself.”
My cheeks glowed rosy-red with what he had said to me. I turned to Debbie and she was equally stunned by what she had heard. The day was becoming more interesting than I could have wished.
Debbie put down her handbag and offered the actor a seat. I made room for him as he settled on the sofa while Debbie sat beside him; I occupied a coffee table across from them with my legs squeezed together, looking prim.
The actor (forgive me, but I’m a bit insecure about revealing his name for the moment), felt against the sofa’s pillow and pulled it aside to reveal the dildo I had left there. He held it up like a prized possession; I felt embarrassed about the mishap.
“Well, well, well, who must have forgotten a special toy here?” He offered the dildo to Debbie. “I’m guessing this is yours?”
“You guessed right,” she laughed while accepting the dildo from him. “Jerry does get to play with it, too. I especially love using it when I’m bored; there’s never a real man around when you need one, know what I mean?”
“Sure. Horny and bored is what you mean, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so. But a handsome man like yourself wouldn’t ever need to use something like this on any woman, would you?”
“Of course not,” he replied. “Not when I’ve got the real tool worth pleasing.”
“Really?” Debbie drew closer to him. “Would it be inappropriate for me to see it? I would really make my day.”
“Sure, why not.” He looked at me, smiling sardonically while undoing his belt buckle, “I’ll bet your sissy boyfriend would love to see it, too.”
I most certainly would. My eyes stayed glued to his crotch as he unzipped his fly. My hands scratched my thighs and I held my breath in eager anticipation. Debbie was anxious, too and inched closer towards him.
“Feast your eyes, boy and girl,” he laughed as he unearthed what I considered a magnificent specimen of throbbing black cock out of his pants. Like me, Debbie’s eyes expanded in their sockets as she absorbed his turgid member. “What do you think?” he asked both of us, grinning.
“It’s beautiful,” I exclaimed.
“It sure is,” Debbie murmured. “Only problem is that I’m staring at it.”
She practically lunged at him as she then grabbed his cock and purred while stroking it against her face. “Such a beautiful thing a black cock is,” she said.
Debbie didn’t need to be told what to do. She opened her mouth and began sucking his cock. I watched, mesmerised by what I was witnessing: my slut girlfriend was fellating a celebrity in front of me. Seriously. I pinched myself to make sure this wasn’t a weird dream I was having. I heard the slurping, smacking noise her mouth made, including the murmuring growl escaping her throat. Debbie looked at me and winked an eye — this was as real as it gets, I assured myself.
My penis was growing hard in my jeans; I could feel it wiggling against the fabric of the panties. I crossed my leg over, not wanting to dare expose myself. Except I couldn’t help it when the actor began caressing Debbie’s tits. I stood up, undid my belt and shoved my pants down my legs. The actor looked at me and then laughed; Debbie laughed, too. I then discarded my shirt and they doubled over when they saw me in her bra.
“I told you he’s a sissy-bitch,” Debbie remarked.
“I never would have figured that out until I shook his hand. Crawl your wimp ass over here, white boy, and get a taste of this strong black dick.”
I dropped to my knees and crawled towards them. He widened his legs to make room for me as I came and crouched beside his thigh, licking my lips while Debbie continued slurping on his cock.
She pulled her mouth from his cock, held his shaft towards my face and said, “Come get some of this, honey.”
I’ve never had as much fun as I did that day sucking the actor’s cock. Debbie and I shared his prick equally. I busily played with my tiny pecker in my sissy panties while awaiting my turn.
Months later, Debbie and I lay curled on the divan with a bowl of popcorn and sodas, watching a Netflix movie starring the same actor we’d had fun with. There he was, caught up in danger, attempting to escape from a dangerous in an African terrain.
“He is such an incredible actor,” I remarked.
“I forgot to tell you that he called me up days ago,” Debbie said. “He’ll be in town to do promo work soon. He said he’d like to see us again.”
I turned to her, surprised. “You’re kidding. He actually said that?”
“He did,” she said while throwing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “And he said he’s bringing some friends along, some other Black actors. Looks like we’ve got plenty of fun coming,” she added. “I can hardly wait.”
“If what you say is true,” I said, “then me too, babe.”
