Four days ago I woke up in a strange bedroom. I was naked from what I could tell and I had the mother of all hangovers.
Lay behind me with his huge muscular arm around me, also naked, was a guy I could not remember talking to in the bar I'd been in, never mind agreeing to be in his bed. He woke after I moved his arm and I'd turned over. He smiled, leaned into me and kissed my lips. He spoke in a rough sounding voice to say thank you for such an awesome night of sex and hoped I'd agree to see him again.
When I told him I really didn't remember much about the night before, he said "It's ok you got me to film it on your phone". Getting my phone from the bedside table, I quickly flipped through to the video section and tapped on the film icon. It showed me naked on the bed and taking what looked like the guys cock in my mouth.

The video started with that scene and went further to show me apparently enjoying him fucking me from behind. After some shaking and movement, I was filmed riding the muscular guys cock and shouting my love for him. He'd filmed me cumming all over his chest and then I watched my face as he said in the background, he was about to cum. My mouth moved and the words that came out were "Cum deep inside me". Not only could I believe it was me being fucked, but also I'd say what I did.

The last shot was of me sucking his cum covered cock and showing him, I was swallowing my own cum. I turned to see the guy stroking what I knew from the filming to be an impressive cock. I was about to tell him it must have been a mistake, when he gripped my hair and moved my head down to his dick. Not remembering what I'd done the night before, I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him over the next five to ten minutes to fuck my face. With my previous knowledge, I took another load of cum in my mouth and swallowed the lot.

After showering and getting dressed some things did start to come back to e and I remembered going into the bar with my girlfriend. I remembered her challenging me to a drinking game, and then being dared to ask anyone she choose to have sex. The memory of the older muscular man who was sat on his own by the window, appeared. And that's all I could remember. Until a flash of a memory of my girlfriend laughing with the guy and him calling her his niece.

Outside of his very nice apartment, I text my girlfriend. Her reply to my text asking what had happened was "Your fantasy fulfilled I hope". Quickly followed by "I hope my uncle gave you everything you've told me about". (I've kept the texts) My answer to her was "I'll show you".

We sat and talked whilst we watched the film on my phone, and I realized the fantasy/dream I'd only mentioned once to her, had been made to come true. As we finished watching, she got a text from her uncle, a guy I learned was called Neil. He'd asked her if I'd enjoyed the night, and if she'd consider letting him have me again. Before I could get a word in, she responded by telling him, he could fuck me whenever he wanted.

I didn't say anything, not because I was angry at my girlfriend (We have a loose, live and let fuck sexual relationship). It was because of my sudden realization that I was fully prepared to let him fuck me again, which meant something else. That I was bisexual.