Authors note:
Thanks to Grandeman and Violett (wrote a nice fan fic I incorporated into the story)
Also, racist comments get removed. Remember, it takes you longer to write it than for me to hit 'delete'.
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Sunday evening I was an emotional wreck by the time I got home. First aroused, then jealous, then even more aroused. It was hard to fathom. Cass had gone through with it. She fucked Neil. Or rather, Neil fucked Cass. Twice. For the time being, he was the sole claimant of her sweet love. Though I suspected that there was no love in any of what Neil did to her.
Stepping through the door, I was desperate to find my girlfriend, to see if... everything was okay. Did she hate me for putting her through all of this? Did she still want to be with me, having experienced something bigger... and better? I doubted she'd ever fall for Neil, but that cock of his was certainly something to be intimidated by.
Cass stood in a red and white striped apron, in her tight jeans and blouse, kneading pasta dough when I entered the kitchen. She seemed in her usual cheerful mood, though... There was an extra step, or a twerk, as she moved around.
"Good afternoon, dear housewife," I called out theatrically, gauging her reaction.
"Good day, stud," Cass said with a big smile, looking up and giving me a wink. She didn't even correct me calling her a wife. Just being her happy old Cassandra.
"How was your day?" Cass asked.
"Oh, it was mighty productive. I ran a lot of books, and my people seemed to know their business. Though, I could swear something was awry with one of the offices. This damn ruckus kept interrupting my workflow, damndest!"
"Oh, must God smite the culprits for their wicked sins!" Cass said. We both stood looking at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter.
It was so comforting to know nothing had changed. If we were still able to be silly, then it couldn't be all that bad.
"So you're gonna tell me?" I asked, heading out into the hallway again, putting my suitcase away, and hanging my coat. I was, despite joking around, dying to know.
"I am way too busy for such nonsense," Cass said, furrowing her brow as if thoroughly concentrating on the intricacies of how one kneads dough. But I saw her smile hiding in the corners of her mouth, giving her away.
I made my way over to her and scooted up behind, pressing myself into her smaller frame.
"Come on, let's hit the bed, I need to know!" I whispered into her hair, drawing in her scent, moving my hands up to cup her ample breasts.
"Oh my, I can feel the eagerness. I would ask if it was a gun, but I know you're not packing at work," Cass said, as my crotch rubbed into her ass.
She turned in my hand and looked up at me with one of her coy smiles.
"How can I say no to such a handsome man?" she said, kissing me lightly, moving her hand around my waist.
"So tell me, how do you feel? About everything?" I asked her.
"Well. I kinda felt bad after. Like, going behind your back was a thrill, like I said, but after I felt so dirty. Like, now even. I feel bad, simply. Like stealing candy, your analogy from before. It's an adrenaline rush. And the candy is good. But then the reality of what I did sets in."
"Really? Sleeping behind your boyfriend's back makes you feel bad?" I teased. Cass gasped at my comment, slapping my chest. I just shrugged, "Makes you human. But don't feel bad. We're having fun with it. As long as
we
stand true and loyal to each other, I think we can have a lot of fun with this... no-longer-fantasy."
"Says the guy who shoves me into Neil's greedy hands?"
"Haha! Yeah well, you better enjoy it while you can. So you gonna tell me or what?"
"Get out of that sexy suit, while I wash up."
Twenty minutes later I was thrusting hard and thoroughly into my dearest fiancΓ©e while she told in great detail about how her and Neil had hooked up in my office. Him eating her ass, then fingering her ass. How she first thought he was gonna finger her some more, but ended up fucking her instead.
"It was clever to have him send me the messages, especially after how he has been taunting me," I said.
"What?" Cass said, shooting up on her elbows.
Oh.
I put a pause on my thrusting.
"You didn't know? He sent me a message from your phone. Three messages, actually. I thought it was your idea."
"Not at all. Fucking hell. What did he say?" Cass asked frantically.
"He wrote 'Told you I'd fuck your girl,' or something like that. We could check, it was from your phone after all," I answered.
"Fuck... That is... Cats out the bag now," Cass said, leaning back into the mattress again.
"So what do you think?" I asked, looking down at her. "Should we let him know about the whole ordeal?"
Cass thought about it for a few seconds. On one hand, that might mean more dick, to put it bluntly. And perhaps easier to navigate. But on the other hand, the going behind my back, the taunting, the humiliation of a cheating girlfriend... That was naughtiness too good to pass up on.