After they kissed goodbye and Amanda left to see her mother, John finally had the apartment to himself for a couple of hours. He was actually looking forward to it: it had been a crazy week and a half, and he wanted to clear his head, something that had become nearly impossible with his girlfriend around. Standing by the bedroom window and looking at some kids who were driving bicycles up and down the alley, he thought about the two of them getting a new, better place to live. An apartment somewhere higher up, maybe, with a nicer view.
But he couldn't concentrate on that. Instead, his thoughts went back to everything that has happened since last Tuesday, since that incredible night that started with him taking a dirty picture of Amanda for her Instagram page, and ended with her telling him how she would cheat on him with Mike... That night changed something in him.
First, the following morning, even though they had slept in and were late, he woke up with a raging hard-on and had to take the time to jerk off in the shower. Then, later, he did it again at work, something he had never done before. Amanda's words from the night before remained clear in his mind, making him feel powerless and horny like a teenager.
But it also made him feel humiliated. John didn't want to obsess over this fantasy, to keep thinking about his girlfriend acting like a slut with his friend -- or, he at least thought he didn't want to. The fact that he and Amanda didn't talk about it immediately afterwards, and that he was left alone at work the whole day to brood and jerk off about it only made it worse.
So when they finally got around to talking about it that evening, in bed, he ended up lying.
"Nah, it was weird for me," John told her. "I... only made you talk about it because I thought it turned you on."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry then..." Amanda said, looking guilty. "I just assumed it worked for you. I didn't really, you know, mean any of it."
And that was it. Afterwards, instead of sharing a new kink, John added another element to his newfound obsession: since he lied to her, he thought that maybe she lied to him too. Maybe she really *was* into Mike. And the idea that she would lie to him, well, it gave his fantasies a very specific edge, hurtful but so unbelievably hot. In the following days, he jerked off every day, in secret, thinking not just about Mike and Amanda, but specifically about his girlfriend getting fucked behind his back. Cheating on him.
He tried meeting up with Mike in Publiminal, their favorite local joint, but it didn't really help.
"Are you okay, man?" Mike asked him after an awkward pause in the conversation. They were just at their second beers. "You're acting a bit weird."
John looked around: it was a slow night, even for a Sunday. There were still empty tables, even though nearly half of them were moved to the side for some gig that was scheduled for later. In the far corner, a trio of hot-looking college girls laughed about something, probably drinking before some other, bigger party. John saw them looking their way once or twice, and he thought about how simple it used to be, hopping bars and meeting girls with Mike.
Now, he didn't exactly know what he was doing to make Mike think he was acting weird, but whatever it was, he knew exactly *why* he was acting like that.
"Oh, yeah," John said. "I'm fine. You know, just work stuff. Life."
"Haha, deep, man. Really deep." Mike said, taking another sip. "Listen, I know mushy stuff when I see it. Particularly in you. How are things with Amanda?"
Jesus -- was he really going to talk to Mike about her?
"We're good," John said, acting like it's nothing.
"I told you," Mike said, "I told you about moving in with her so quickly. Didn't I tell you it was too soon?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't. Because we're, and look at my lips when I'm saying this, gooooood. We're good."
Mike scoffed, then leaned back until he was resting his back. He stared at John intensely.
"You tell her you love her yet?"
"What? No. Not yet."
"And why is that?"
"Well I don't know, it's just..."
"Too soon?"
Mike raised his eyebrows, looking at his friend to prove his point. John was, on the other hand, wondering -- again -- if his girlfriend would really fuck him. The thought made him nauseous and hard at the same time.
"Amanda's an awesome girl, man," Mike said when John didn't respond. "Don't be afraid around her. Just tell her how you feel and get over it. Fuck, you're living together now. I bet she feels the same way."
They both drank in silence for a bit after that. John did kind of feel better; Mike had a way of cutting to the chase and getting him to open up, at least to himself.
"Jesus," Mike said, laughing to himself. "I can't believe you're sitting here and bringing me down. You're good? Just good? You should be great, man, and I should be jealous of you. Because, and I'm telling you like a friend, so don't get jealous of me, but I'd kill for a girl like her." John's friend paused for a second before continuing. "Fuck me if she isn't the hottest piece of ass in this town."
That did it. Something had to be done.
"I have to go," John said suddenly, pointing to the toilet, before standing up.
"Hey man, sorry." Mike said. "I'm just trying to help you out."
"No, no, you're good," John said, putting his hand on Mike's shoulder. He hoped neither Mike nor anyone else could see his hard-on pointing down in his jeans. "Believe me, I know how great she is. I'll be right back."
So that happened. The first time he saw Mike after that particular night, John had to excuse himself so he could go jerk off (again) to the thought of his friend fucking his girl. He came as he fantasized about Amanda cumming while Mike choked her and called her 'a hot piece of ass'... Fuck that made him feel dizzy and so, so good.
In the days since that crazy night, John and Amanda had sex a couple of times -- they were back to dirty talking about her secret Instagram page, about exposing her in buses, and strangers jerking off to her, the usual stuff. But John couldn't help himself and every time, every goddamn time, images of her cheating would creep back into his mind right before he would cum.
Then, the following Wednesday, something happened that finally made John feel better about himself. He came home late from work.
"Hey!" he called, closing the apartment door behind him.
"Heyyy", came his girlfriend's response, and his attention was immediately caught. She sounded... playful. Walking straight to their bedroom, he suddenly stopped at the doorway.
Amanda was on the bed, flat on her stomach, propped up on her elbows with her feet shifting against each other in the air, watching something on her laptop. There was no light in the room but the one coming from the screen, but it was more than enough to see her clearly.
She was wearing new lingerie: a nightie that was black and very, very sheer, with no bra, so her tits pushed directly against the thin fabric that couldn't even manage to hide her puffy, pink nipples. Looking down the maddening curve of her body, John's eyes stayed at one particular spot: holding together Amanda's stockings and garter belt was a metal clasp that bore ever so slightly into the soft flesh of her thigh. She wasn't even wearing underwear -- right there between the twin straps of the garter belt were two large, wholly naked mounds of milky skin, and her nightie was lazily pulled up, so half of her ass wasn't covered by anything at all. And to top it off, around her neck, tightly set, was a matching choker made of lace.
"You like it?" she asked him, smiling and twirling her bubbly behind left and right. "It was supposed to be a preview for your upcoming birthday present... But I planned to surprise you hours ago," she fake-pouted.
"What," John said, stuttering slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Well I got all ready at six, thinking you were about to come home. But then you called to say you'd be late, and I didn't feel like changing back and forth..."
John finally realized the large window right beside their bed was wide open, including the blinds. Amanda wasn't just wearing the sluttiest outfit he had ever seen her in -- she was exposed to the neighborhood while doing it.
"Were you... like that, by the window this whole time?"
"Haha, yes," she said, biting her lip. "You know how I am, just the thought of some neighbor seeing me makes me all, well, *tingly*. So I couldn't help myself and you know..."
"What?" She was driving him mad, but he was going to make her say everything. "Tell me what you did."
"I touched myself." She made the most guilty-looking face she could muster. "I'm sorry baby, but you were gone for so long! And I didn't even get to finish..."
