------LAURA------
When I woke up, I had nothing on my mind but breakfast and a glass of water.
My head was pounding. Throughout the day yesterday, I had ingested so much alcohol to combat the overwhelming nerves that the situation was creating inside of me. When the alcohol began to wear off, my horniness to nervousness ratio started tipping in an untenable direction, so I managed to stay drunk basically all day. Watching them together was unbearably hot, of course. But I wasn't able to completely fight off the natural emotions of watching my boyfriend lay claim to my best friend. Or vice versa.
I hoped he would claim me again today. Let me know that he still loved me. After seeing their clear sexual and mental compatibility yesterday, I'd be lying if I said I felt completely comfortable with everything that happened. It excited me, but it scared me. The fear was so exciting though. This was a twisted fucking kink.
I turned over in bed, eyes squeezed shut against the painful morning light, and let my hand fall on Justin's side of the bed. Seeking the comforting and grounding touch of my man. Instead, my hand met empty air then cold sheets.
My heart jerked, like those dreams where you trip and wake up right before you hit the ground. I let my eyes open slightly, squinting against the brightness of the room. Empty. Just me, tangled in the sheets of our bed. I felt panic course through my body, but immediately my mind ran to justify his absence. He must have gone to the bathroom, or to get a drink, I'm sure he'll be right back.
I closed my eyes again and waited. And waited. And waited. The anxiety growing in my heart with every moment that passed. I couldn't keep waiting. I needed water if I wanted to combat this headache. I needed to go out there.
I stood up, locating a shirt and a pair of shorts, and stumbled my way to the closed door. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before turning the handle and walking into the living room.
Immediately, I was hit by the smell of sweat, flesh, and fluids. The damp heat of sex filled the house. They had been going for what must have been 10 hours off and on before I went to bed. Who knows how long after I left the room. The smell wasn't the only indication of what happened last night though.
Justin had opened up the pull-out bed from the couch. That must have happened after I left. Yesterday they had broken one rule. She had called him "Sir", and he had called her "baby". Today they had broken another.
Justin was laying asleep on his back, naked, soft cock hanging between his legs and still coated in a sheen of cum, spit, and fluids. They must have fallen asleep recently. Tessa was cuddled up to him, laying sideways against him. One breast spilled over his chest, and she had her leg wrapped over his with his arm around her. Her face was nestled in his neck.
It was hard not to see this for what it was. Two lovers wrapped up in post-coital bliss. Enjoying each others touch after hours and hours of sexual fireworks. I felt sick, not entirely due to the pounding in my head.
I tip-toed through the living room, not wanting to wake up and "catch" them in their current position, I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this situation. I crept into the kitchen and cracked the refrigerator door just enough to retrieve a watter bottle. I cracked it open and chugged a whole bottle standing in the kitchen before grabbing another and beginning to sneak back through the living room.
As I was sneaking past the sleeping lovers, Tessa's eyes fluttered, and opened. For a moment we locked eyes silently, her snuggled in my boyfriends arms, and me on my tip-toes trying not to disrupt the emotional infidelity before me.
"Hey babe, good morning, how'd you sleep?" Tess asked quitely, a sing-song lightness I hadn't ever heard in her voice before.
"Good. Head hurts. You sleep good?" I asked, straining to form the words in my bone-dry mouth. I immediately regretted asking the question.
Tessa looked up at Justin's sleeping face and swirled her finger through the hair on his chest.
"Oh you know." She smiled, wrapping her leg tighter around Justins, "Not much sleep. Any plans for today?"
I shifted my eyes from hers to Justin and back to her. My brain slowly trying to think through what I wanted to say. Tess noticed my hesitation.
"Are you okay, Lor?" She stopped caressing my boyfriend and seemed to tense up, "Did we go too far with the cuck stuff? I know we broke some rules but... you seemed to enjoy it..."
"Cuck?" I snapped back, taken off guard, "What's a cuck?"
Tess just looked at me with a confused expression. Like she couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.
"Uhhh, you are Lor. You like watching your man fuck a 'better' woman" She put the word in air quotes, as if neither of us knew the truth, "You get off on the shame and humiliation right?"
She was right, of course. But there was a TERM for this? For people like me? Despite myself, I felt a wetness begin to grow between my legs. Hearing her say it so cavalierly. This was fucked. Is this what it meant to be a cuck? Watching emotionally painful things happen to you and getting wet over it? This was fucking dangerous, my relationship could be in danger. Maybe I had already fucked it up.
I nodded.
"I do. It's hot. I enjoyed it. I just wish... I don't want to be..." I looked at Justin, feeling a massive weight on my heart, "It's a lot."
Tessa seemed to relax a bit.
"I told him he should let you reclaim him. That's a big thing in the cuckquean stuff I saw. Do you even want that though? This started because you wouldn't fuck him, would you like for him to reclaim you?" Tessa asked, nestling her head into the crook of Justin's arm.
It's hard not to feel like she wasn't throwing it in my face. Cuddling her naked body against my freshly-fucked boyfriend as his cum dried inside of her. Rubbing my face in the fact that the reason we were here, was because of my lack of libido.
It was fucking true though. All of it. I caused this. The emotions swirling inside of me were incomprehensible and so so arousing. I loved every moment of this. The humiliation, her throwing it my face, my uselessness. But I still wanted to feel loved. Was that so wrong?
"I want him to. I like this. It's exciting. But it's scary. I don't want to lose him." I sighed, putting my vulnerabilities on full display. I felt tears begin to well in my eyes as I put words to my greatest fear.
"Babe. He loves you. He just wants to fuck me. You're not losing him." Tessa said, her hand slowly moving down his body, "I'm sure I can convince him to fuck you if you want."
Is this where things had gotten? Where I need to beg Tessa to convince my boyfriend to fuck me? I didn't even need to be fucked. I just wanted to feel our emotional closeness again.
"Yes. Please. I want it." I said, brushing the tears from my eyes.
"You got it sis. Why don't you go get us something to eat. I'll get him worked up for you, okay?" She said, gripping the base of his cock and beginning to massage his flaccid meat.
I followed instructions. I was hungry anyways and needed something to combat this hangover. I pounded the water bottle with a few ibuprofen, before grabbing my keys to go get some breakfast from the fast food place down the street.
I took one last look back at the new couple. Tessa was gently stroking him awake as she whispered in his ear.
"wakey wakey"
