St. Paddy’s day is a rough one for me each year. It serves as an annual reminder that I became a cuckold on that very day. She was just “hanging with the girls” like so many women claim. I was stuck at work so I couldn’t do anything about it. To make matters worse, she wore a sexy green outfit that I saw before she went to hang with her friends. Oh and her friends ended up being a bunch of guys!
She got drunk with them and then spent the entire night dancing and grinding on them. It was probably even sluttier but that’s what her own friends admitted. Later on I find out that she took a guy home with her late that night on St. Paddy’s Day and made me a cuckold. So while everyone parties and has fun each year, I think about my ex getting pounded by a bigger better dick.
