Author's note:
Thanks for once again choosing to read an installment of Cassandra's Adventure. Happy reading. Also shout out to Stubbypinhead for help with proof.
Also, racist comments get removed. Remember, it takes you longer to write it than for me to hit 'delete'.
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It had been a few days since Cass had spent the night at Neil's (and fucked him in our kitchen). It still filled with me raging horned up jealousy to know Neil fucked my fiancée so good that she forgot about time and space and accidentally spent the night. This close to our wedding, no less. Luckily, there seemed to be tons of footage of everything. Except for one part. Perhaps, in the deepest parts of me, the hottest part yet. I hadn't dared say anything yet, but knowing how riskful it had been... when Neil creampied Cass.
There was just something about it. Her being off the pill, Neil being Neil... and then for something so risky to happen... It was so dangerous, yet I got turned on to no end, knowing the risk Cass was put into with Neil. By Neil. How good it felt for her to be intimately fucked by Neil, then their coupling consummated in such a way? How Neil bred Cass, as she had so favorably put it. I knew it was stupid, dumb even, but some part of me almost wished there was some way that could happen, but without the risk. But also with the risk. The risk was so... delicious. Of course there was the pill, but that wasn't what I meant. I didn't really know what I meant.
But the thought and frustration of Neil doing my own girl so well, and there was nothing I could do about it, and then also playing at the dangerous game of... breeding her, as Cass had put it herself. That thought. I don't know if it sickened me, or turned me on. Or both. Or one and then the other. Jesus, I was a mess.
Luckily, however, Cass did the responsible thing and got a morning after pill. It was an accident after all. Rubber ripping? Can't help it sometimes.
Something else that made this day unbearable was a small conversation I had over text messages... with Neil.
13:17: "Taking a small vacay to AC. Just letting you know, when I'm back I'll have plenty of time to bang that black ass."
At first I thought he had sent the text to the wrong number, that it was meant for Cass, so I chose to ignore it. But after a few minutes I got a few more.
13:39: "But I have a suspicion you'd like that."
13:40: "I saw you"
13:40: "In the window. Kitchen."
13:43: "I think you like to watch. You like me banging your girl. Beyond me, you sneaky fuck. Maybe I'll let you watch some day! HAH!"
And that was it. I never really responded to it so Neil let up. But Neil starting to figure out things and stuff certainly made things more... scary? Or maybe anxious. I was even contemplating not telling Cass, but I knew for the sake of our fantasy to work I had to. I knew she withheld things and denied me in some aspects, but that was different, I thought.
"So he's catching on?" Cass asked, forking down her dinner.
It was later, and I had just told her about how Neil had texted me. We ate a few more minutes in silence. Cass looked pretty thoughtful, as she slowed down her chewing. I knew she was thinking. She had this way her expression changed when her brain started celebrating, and when that happened it was best to let her think.
"Other fantasies... Like a threesome bondage. Once you've had a threesome or two, that's for the most part it, right?" Cass asked more or less rhetorically.
"Yeah?"
"Or other fantasies. Futanari, incest. It never really happens. It's something you keep a lid on. So I was thinking. Where does this end?" Cass said, fixing her beautiful smart hazel eyes at me.
To emphasize it was time for me to answer, Cass threw in some salad, chewing it while staring at me, awaiting my answer.
"When... how do you mean? All of it?" I asked, putting my cutlery aside.
"Humiliation and denial, hell, baby, we can do that forever. I've got a mind for that sorta thing, I think we've both discovered that. But sharing me with Neil. Sexually. Does that ever end? How is that working out in the future in your mind? I have my thoughts on it, but I want to hear from you first," Cass said.
"I haven't... really thought about it that way. You know what they say about us guys, we only think with the wrong head. But... Like with the condom ripping it sort of made this whole ordeal so... more real. Like half the time it is hard to think that you, beautiful Cassandra Rose, bioengineer on her way to a masters, and even soon a PHD, to be married with me, is banging someone like Neil. Janitor Neil, who smokes and coughs like a chimney, doesn't care about anything or anyone, is somewhat racist, and who on top of that got fired, possibly for sexual harassment. It is so surreal, and yet so viscously turning me on to no end," I answered.
I tried to get as much of my thoughts out as possible, and I was thankful that Cass was patient in listening to me. I got up and picked up the dishes. Also, it was a way to keep my hands busy while going through the motions. I wanted us to have this conversation without the immediate presence of my erection.
"But when the condom ripped. Like we talked about having kids, no? And personally maybe we've been moving a bit fast with this fantasy? A biiit caught up in it, no? Like last time... that was way too risky. Like, I don't think it's very appealing to raise Neil's kids. That whole notion was fucking ridiculous. And even if you take away the... accident. Sleeping over wasn't planned, but it was certainly a bridge too far. But the fast pace is also a major thrill, gotta say. Waking up and thinking how you and him fucked all night. To say I was turned on would be an understatement. Like, I think we should be able to have fun with it, and play a bit into the losing control aspect... That has a tinge of dangerous fun to it. Like you get turned on by submitting, and basically that boils down to losing control? Not that you have to completely give in, but getting caught up can be fun, as long as we know it for what it is."
I stopped opposite of Cass and looked at her for her reaction, it being her time to respond this time. I needed some water anyway, Jesus. I never talked that much at a time before.
"That was what I was thinking too. We need to establish some sort of control, and by putting a fence post up, or a finish line rather, we kind of know where it stops. No matter what, I think. We'll have our fun, then move on. Especially with how fast we've been moving with this kink. So where does it end? I think we really should make a hard cut somewhere. Like play this thing out a bit, play with it, have fun. Get some good videos for whenever we feel the urge again, then wash our hands of it and be done. Personally, I was thinking up until the wedding. Like that last week before the wedding? That's it, I think."
Cass was making way too much sense. Though I did have one last idea I had been sort of putting off. But it turned me on beyond belief. One special thing I wanted to do. Cass to do. Maybe it was asking too much. For both of us. Like the creampie thing, it was something I was afraid to express.
"And what is it?" Cass asked, reading my expression. "I can tell there is something you wanna say. Spill it. We're talking about it, ain't we?"
I exhaled heavily. Quickly I organized my thoughts so they would come out the correct way. Still, I white knuckled the armrest on my chair as I braced myself. Cass smiled at me encouragingly.
