------KRISTEN------
The day after I called out of work and fucked Mark all day, I started feeling nervous.
I realized that Ben was acting kind of distant over text yesterday, but in my cum-drunk state, it didn't really register as anything to worry about. That morning though, I re-read our texts since I left his house on Sunday and reviewed all the pics, the video, and audio I had sent him. How the fuck could I be this dumb?
I was REALLY pushing boundaries here and taking risks I didn't need to. Just the other day I was willing to play the long game to try to get Ben comfortable with me fucking Mark. But all it took was one dicking from Mark to get me in a mental-state to be comfortable sending Ben literal evidence of my infidelity. The second pic and the video were the worst.
In the second picture I told him all the marks that Mark had left on me were make-up, which was plausible to me at the time. In the cold light of day, it seemed like an obvious lie. Worse still was the video. The idea that it was anything BUT me getting fucked was almost unbelieveable. You could certainly do all sorts of mental gymnastics to try to pretend it's not, and I would if I had to, but it was obvious.
How could I be so stupid. It's like when Mark is inside of me I'm a different person. I'd follow his every command, and when he said Ben was oblivious I followed suit and treated him like he was. But surely he noticed. With how turned on this all got him I'm sure he was scrutinizing every second of that video. Is that why he seemed so distant over the texts?
I had to send him a text and try to salvage things.
"Good morning baby! I hope you're feeling better this morning. If you want we can pause all the fantasy texting for a bit, I want you to feel comfortable. I love you so so so much!"
Hopefully that wasn't too over the top. I mean, it's genuinely how I feel. I know through my descriptions sometimes it can seem like I'm a horrible bitch who doesn't care about how my actions might affect Ben, or that I don't actually care that much about him. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
Ben is my everything. We fell for each other super quick. Our personalities meld together perfectly, I always feel comforted, loved, and supported by him. One day when we first started dating I told him I was feeling icky at work and he surprised me with lunch and some flowers. When I tell you I had never felt more special than I did that day, it's the truth. I showed off those flowers to EVERYONE I could. Look what MY boyfriend did.
This new wrinkle with Mark was difficult to integrate into the way I felt about Ben. Ben was perfect for me in every way, he fulfilled every part of me. Until I had Mark. Once I had tasted the forbidden fruit of mind-blowing orgasms and truly dominant sex, I didn't know how to go back, Ben simply could not do this one thing for me. But... Ben did seem to enjoy the idea of me getting fucked by someone else. Maybe, in a twisted sort of way, Ben WAS able to give me what I needed in that department. And he could give it to me by giving me away.
I caught myself drifting in the fantasy of having the best of both worlds, as had become painfully common for me recently, when I got a text.
"Good morning! I do feel slightly better. As hard as it feels sometimes, I love the sexy texts. I just don't want to lose you because of this. I love you so fucking much too baby." He replied, and my heart stung.
It was clear how vulnerable he was feeling. Was this making him depressed? Thinking about me with Mark? Or did he really catch on that this wasn't just fantasy? No, wait. He'd probably be telling me to fuck off and die if he realized what I was ACTUALLY doing. That brought a dark sort of comfort.
I replied.
"Oh baby never! I'm glad you like the texts, and I looooooove how turned on this all makes you. It's very exciting and enjoyable for me too, if anything this whole thing just makes me happier to be with you!"
He replied again later that day, and things felt a little smoother. The distance I had felt the previous day slowly went away and it felt like things went back to normal. Whatever 'normal' was now, that is.
The rest of the week we continued texting. He said he was feeling a little run-down and exhausted so I didn't go over there during the week. Which was honestly probably for the best. This gave the many marks Mark had left on me time to fade. He did make a point to say he was still up to do DnD on Saturday and I was thankful for that. Both because it would mean I could see my boyfriend and make sure everything was alright between us. And because Ben might suggest I visit Mark in the living room again.
On Saturday, before heading to Ben's, I put foundation over the areas of my skin that were still clearly marked. They had faded, certainly, but I wanted to be safe. I remembered the rules Mark set for me too, and put on another dark colored skirt that provided easy access for whatever activities may come and a red top that showed a lotttt of cleavage but had little red straps that ran across the boob area to make it seem classier. I gathered my nerves and headed to Ben's house, hoping for the best.
------BEN------
This fantasy was a sickness, but I loved being sick.
When I woke up the morning after I heard Kristen get her brains fucked out through the door of her apartment, I felt... different. The rage, betrayal, and jealousy had waned. The arousal was still present, I wanted to masturbate but I worried what negative feelings might arrive if I did. I should have been pissed, but more than anything, I was worried.
I felt like I was losing her, if I hadn't already lost her. I pushed her into Marks arms, and how could she possibly come back to me after the raw, uncut pleasure I heard in her?
I could make Kristen moan and scream on occasion, sure. But like, THAT? What I heard through that door was absolutely unhinged. She was an animal, a mind-broken slut, a dedicated and addicted whore for Mark. In that moment, and likely many more I had not witnessed, she was his. It hurt that it wasn't me, but hearing her in that state lit my body on fire. I needed it again.
So I sent her the text that she mentioned previously. She was right, I WAS vulnerable. I was worried. But I was so turned on too. I couldn't handle seeing her yet, and I didn't want her to have to lie to me again if she was with Mark and didn't want to visit me. I couldn't handle it. So I figured we should just plan to see each other on DnD day.
As the week progressed, I developed an idea. A plan that I wasn't ready for but felt like I needed to be. If I didn't want to completely lose the woman I love to the unimaginable pleasure Mark was giving her, I needed to do SOMETHING. Even if I wasn't sure I could handle it.
Saturday rolled around and I tried to steel myself for what might come. The potential fears, arguments, and break-up weighed heavy on my mind when I opened the door to Kristen.
She was gorgeous, wearing a sexy red top and another short skirt. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And she was my girlfriend, at least for now. But the pit in my stomach told me the truth. This outfit wasn't for me. This outfit is for men who make her brain melt in the kind of pleasure I'm unable to provide.
We hugged, kissed, talked a little bit. My stomach lurched when I saw a dark reddish brown mark on the back of her neck and shoulder area. I had given her one of those before, the kind of hickey you get when your lover passionately kisses, sucks, or bites the back of your neck as they bury their cock in you from behind. She must have missed it when she was hiding the evidence, or maybe it was left specifically to tease me.
I tried my best to play like I was mostly unphased by everything I had witnessed, I didn't want her to know what I knew. I couldn't handle hearing her lie to my face so I wouldn't force her to. I won't bore you with too much of the specifics of that evening, and honestly, I felt like I was barely there. I was too focused on what would come after.
