Note:
This story was written as per a prompt posted to Reddit by u/MonarchoFetishist.
"Welp. Today's the day," Eric mumbled to himself as he set the dining table for dinner. "I've got dinner in the oven, dessert in the fridge...God, I hope this makes up for last year's anniversary." Indeed, today was the day -- it was Eric's annual anniversary with his girlfriend, Zoe. All day, he had been both nervous and excited. And all day, he had been keeping the house clean, making sure the bathrooms were pearly white, and that the bed was properly fixed with the sheets and pillows in all the right places. Not to mention, he also went to the barber that day and had his dark-brown hair styled and cleanly combed. After that, he showered himself with an expensive honey-almond bodywash he received as a gift last Christmas, sported a black dress shirt and slacks, and applied a black-pepper-scented cologne on himself, all to show how appreciative he was of Zoe and her time with him.
Once Eric finished with the table, the oven beeped, much to his surprise when he jumped at its screech.
"For fuck's sake!" he exclaimed. He sprinted to it and retrieved the lasagna, before dropping it off on the counter behind him. He then bended down to hover his nose over it.
"Mm, Zoe's gonna
love
this," he said as he savored the scent of the cheese, the herbs, and the tomato sauce now wafting the air around his kitchen and dining room. After that, he returned to his oven and set the timer to allow the lasagna to cool for another half-hour.
"Alrighty. Now, I just need one more touch." Eric then opened one of the kitchen cabinets, and there, he produced a bottle of red wine, along with two glasses, before setting those on the table. "There we go; some pinot noir from 2017. She'll really love this." With everything now in place, Eric resigned himself to the living couch, where he pulled out from under the cushions his copy of that infamous book -- the
Kama Sutra
-- and began to read, feeling determined to give Zoe the happiest moment in her life.
One-and-a-half hours passed, and Zoe still hadn't arrived.
Oh, come on! What's taking her so long?
he thought.
Is she working overtime as a form of payback against me for last year? Or is she...
Not wanting to think any deeper about the prospect of her infidelity, Eric looked down at his hands -- they shook with anxiety as he fiddled with his fingers. He looked up at the T.V. screen in front of him, and then a second later, her reflection on it finally appeared before him as she walked up to the front door to open it. Along with her, however, was another outline -- it was of a bald man with a large, bulky frame.
No! You've got to be fucking kidding me,
he thought furiously. Momentarily, his mind shifted towards the state of his own body; compared to the man standing with Zoe, Eric was above-average at best -- subtly chiseled on his torso were pecs and a six-pack from his visits to the gym at least once a week with his friends, along with some muscle here and there on his arms and legs, but these were hardly noticeable.
Seconds suddenly turned to hours for Eric as he stayed on the couch and listened to Zoe unlocking the front door. Once the final lock was undone, she entered the living room alongside the large, muscular man.
"Honey!" she cried, smiling wide with her straight, white teeth in full view. "How're you doing? Sorry I kept you waiting so long." Meanwhile, Eric stared at the man accompanying her, noticing the black tank top and light-grey sweat pants only just barely covering the outlines of his large pecs and biceps; further adding insult to injury for Eric was the man's tattooed complexion and sneering, grey-eyed face, along with his stench of cigarette smoke and sweat soiling fresh air of the living room.
Zoe, however, stood in sharp contrast to this; curly brown hair stretched all the way down below her shoulders, while freckles peppered her tanned skin from the blazing hot sun earlier that day. Accentuating her attractively skinny and petite frame, along with her vibrant green eyes, was her olive-green tank top, cropped beige pants, and wicker flat-heels. And emanating from her was a calming scent of lavender and rose, serving as the only reason why he didn't immediately tackle down the giant lingering behind her.
"Who the fuck is that?" Eric snarled, his palms twitching with rage.
"Oh, him?" said Zoe nonchalantly as she placed her hand on the man's shoulders. "This is Chad. He's a coworker of mine who insisted on coming along with me for our anniversary dinner."
"I came along for dessert too, you know?" Chad chimed in. "As a matter of fact, I think I'll have it now while you watch -- like a mukbang, but with more 'bang,' you cuck." Chad leaned in and puckered his lips as his hands moved to the bottom of his tank top to remove it. Much to both his and Eric's surprise, however, Zoe recoiled and chuckled at Chad, the condescension evident in her expression.
"Actually, Chad," she said. "The real cuck here isn't Eric -- it's you." Zoe dashed to Eric and crashed her lips against his. Not wanting to think any further, Eric reciprocated and protruded his tongue into Zoe's mouth, exploring it and making her moan in delight.
