My Cheating Heart
by Matt matt2323@writeme.com
The first time I cheated on a girl, my first humiliation.


I couldn't believe that Mona would show her face at my friend Cyndi's party. I
had, to be honest, made a mistake by dating a freshman during my senior year
of college. Sure, Mona looked great with her long, auburn hair, her perky
breasts and her tight little ass. And it was fun, I have to admit, to have a
girl who did whatever I told her, who was grateful to even be dating me and
who I was able to train in the art of the blow job.

But, she was a freshman. I was heading to college. We couldn't relate. Mona
was a child, she threw a tantrum I suggested breaking up over the summer,
screaming "how could you, Matt?" and crying until her cheeks were red and he
nose sniffled. I relented. I knew I'd have to find another way to unload her.

With Cyndi, I found the perfect way. Why not a rather public affair with the
busty blonde who drew every guy's stare? I had to lie a little. Cyndi wouldn't
fool around until I assured her that everything was finished with Mona. So, I
did. Then, I made sure Mona knew about it and refused her phone calls for two
weeks. Mona left me a message threatening suicide, but I figured she couldn't
be that crazy. So, there I was, at Cyndi's party. Her folks were out of town.
There was a keg. I'd had about three beers in an hour and was just about to
find Cyndi for a little sex, when Mona walked in.

The girl marched right up to me. She went mostly unnoticed in the room filled
with low light, loud music, and my moshing classmates. But she made herself
clear to me, standing maybe an inch away. "You better talk to me, in private,"
she demanded.

"Go home," I said. "Don't be a baby. Just let it go."

She hated it when I accused her of acting like a baby. Which is why I said it.

"In private, now," she demanded. "Or I'll create a scene right here that
you'll never live down."

Though the crowd, I could see Cyndi, probably looking for me. That would be a
disaster, so I took Mona by the hand and led her into the garage. It was dark,
lit only by a hanging light.

"You've really hurt me," Mona said. "And I just can't take it."

She opened her purse and pulled out a pistol. My heart jumped immediately and
my knees nearly locked up they were knocking so hard. I began to beg and plead
a she pointed the barrel towards me.

"With the music on in there, no one will even hear the shot," said Mona.

I told her it was crazy, unfair, that she'd ruin her own life, and she said,
staring me right in the eyes, that she didn't care. The tears welled up in my
eyes as I thought that I was going to die. I pleaded. I fell to my knees,
bawling, and my stomach went haywire. I felt, first, warm liquid well up in
the front of my pants, trickling towards my knees as I hit the ground. I
cried, I begged, I even hoped she'd notice me wetting my pants and have mercy,
but she just took another step towards me...

Blubbering, my bowels let loose and I filled my briefs and the smell of it
wafted through the garage. And Mona pulled the trigger...

A stream of water from Mona's very realistic looking water gun hit me in the
face. Mona cackled gleefully as I was still, kneeling in my soaked jeans and,
well, and worse. "Poor baby," she said.

Enraged, I pulled myself to my feet, threatening revenge, threatening to beat
the hell out of her, but I was already shivering with cold and humiliation and
panic about everyone at the party seeing me in my soiled state. I lunged
towards her, but with an involuntarily bow legged gait as the mess in my
briefs hampered my movements. Mona casually balled her hand into a fist and
punched me hard in the nose and then right in the jaw. I lashed out wildly but
she ducked and kicked me in the stomach and I crumpled to my knees.

"Sit down," she said. "Sit in it. Baby."

I could even get the words of protest out of my mouth as I lowered myself to
the ground and sat in my own mess.

"I thought you were a big, tough man," she said. "Hell, I thought you were at
least potty trained."

All I could say was, in a high, tearful voice, "I didn't mean to!"

"Of course you didn't, sweetie," she laughed. "That's why they call them
accidents. And I'm sure all of your friends will understand when I march you
right through the middle of that party and into your car so you can drive home
and change your diapers."

Now that was cause for panic. "You wouldn't!" I cried. "You can't make me!"

"I can make you do anything I want to make you do," she said. "I just had no
idea you were such a little baby. I thought you were a man. Now, I guess
everybody gets to see the truth. My big tough ex had a widdle accident at the
site of a water pistol." She fired the pistol into my face again, dousing me
with water.

"Please... don't..." I begged.

"Please don't what?"

And then it all came tumbling out of my mouth. "Please don't show my friends
what a baby I am! Please don't make me walk out there! Please let me go home
and change my clothes and forget this ever happened!" I was crying now, tears
fell down my cheeks and I could barely speak.

"Is that all?" she said. "I am so dissapointed. I wanted to scare you. But I
thought you'd rip this gun out of my hand and show me you were really in
control. I wanted you to impress me. I wanted you to fuck me hard against that
work bench But just look at you... How pathetic. How sad."

Casually, Mona hit the garage door opener.

"Run," she said.

And I ran as fast as my condition would allow.