This smutty story focuses on the theme of cheating and unfaithfulness, which can entail a myriad of details and fetishes including, but not limited to, lust-based attraction, illicit acts, feelings of dominance and superiority, betrayal, corruption, humiliation, as well as thrills of a cuckold/cuckquean.
If such things are not to your liking then please do not read further. These are just fantasies to be enjoyed by those who find them appealing.
This particular one is in the line of cheating women, and seducers who get involved.
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It was a warm Friday evening in the city. For many people the perfect time to let go, relax and have some fun. The sky was clear and the moon shone brightly. The atmosphere was light and festive, with bright, colorful lights illuminating the alley.
Two young women stood in a queue in front of a very popular nightclub, bantering back and forth. One of them seemed frustrated and tense, the other wore a big smile, clearly being in a very good and positive mood.
"I don't know why you've brought me here," Rachel said. "I really don't think I need a break."
"Yeah, you do. All you talk about is Bob this, Bob that. I know you love him, but it's just...ugh, it's just so tedious to watch and listen to. He's so boring!" her friend explained with frustration.
Rachel laughed merrily. The queue in front of them was just a couple people's long by now. About time, too, since they've been waiting for a decent while already.
"But it doesn't bother me. I love him and I'm happy with him," Rachel defended her beloved boyfriend.
"That's the problem. Especially since Bob's idea of excitement is...fuck, I dunno, playing yahtzee and drinking cocoa!"
The beautiful, twenty year old girlfriend laughed again. The queue moved forward in a big step, causing the pair to be now next in line.
"You're exaggerating so much."
"See? You don't even notice it. That's why the plan for tonight is," her friend commanded, counting out loud on her fingers. "A girls night out, with you partying hard, without your boyfriend around. Got it?"
"Aye, aye, captain," Rachel joked.
The other girl rolled her eyes and shook her head. She had practically forced Rachel to go out. For her own good, no less. Having a loving, kind, nice, stable boyfriend was great, but, in the friend's eyes, it needed to be offset with getting wild at least once in a while.
Rachel was against the idea, but being an upbeat, cheerful person she found it tiresome to continuously resist her friend's incessant demands. Truth be told, she went on with this 'girls night out' idea mostly because Bob was working very late this evening, thus leaving Rachel with not only little to do but also very few excuses to use.
She doubted she would enjoy it in any way in particular, certainly not intending to flirt with other men, being happily in a relationship and all. That was what she suspected she'd have to deal with however, being quite an attractive woman. Rachel was slim and rather short, and she was gorgeous to boot, with long, lustrous hair. She exercised often, usually with her boyfriend, thus keeping a very fit, tight body.
Her blue, rather tight dress certainly didn't downplay her slim waist and feminine, round hips none, and especially not her firm bubble butt. The cleavage could've been more modest, but that part wasn't the dress' fault - it was because Rachel was, quite frankly, stacked, with big, juicy breasts men oh-so-often checked out.
The attractive girlfriend remained positive, however. She was optimistic and was, first and foremost, humoring her friend who she knew only wanted the best for her. All she had to do was endure some forced flirting from strangers, try to enjoy herself despite being away from her boyfriend, and try to make the best of it.
"Finally," her friend sighed.
It was their turn, as some people had just left. Thus, the bouncer let them in without complaint.
Rachel felt the man's gaze slide over her body as she walked past. She was very used to it, and by now accepting it as something natural and inevitable.
The music was loud, but not too much so. It was upbeat and energetic, a good tune to dance to in rhythm, letting one's tensions flow out.
"First, we gotta get drunk!" Rachel's companion announced, heading for the bar.
Club was packed with people, of all the possible variety. Most of them were, as Rachel and her friend were soon to be, drunk and dancing.
They managed to push and squeeze their way through the crowd to the bar. Elbows weaved them through the tighter spots. As they stepped close, they've even managed to miraculously snag two empty stools to sit on.
Bartender noticed them and slightly nodded in affirmation. The beautiful girlfriend's friend placed two orders. She didn't even wait for Rachel to chime in.
"Hey, I don't want that many!" Rachel protested merrily, sincerely doubting she would manage to dissuade her friend.
"Nonsense, you need that and many more," she replied, clearly on a warpath.
"What I need is to find my way back home afterwards," the stunning girlfriend joked.
The bartender gave them their drinks. Rachel's friend wasted no time in proceeding to get wasted. Rachel followed her lead only after becoming a victim of incessant urging and many annoyed looks.
The drinks were quite delicious and, without a doubt, pretty strong. The initial, cautious sipping of the alcoholic beverages slowly turned into more open, brazen consumption. Rachel felt her body warming up and relaxing, letting go of her tensions, worries and restraints. Excitement grew within her, thumping to the rhythm of the music. And still, between bouts of womanly chit-chat and gossip, her friend kept ordering more drinks.
After some time, a man and a woman approached Rachel's companion from behind, surprising both of the girls. The friend turned and recognized them as her own acquaintances. The stunning girlfriend didn't know either of them, and her friend was clearly very tipsy, having spent the last few minutes smashing drinks at least twice as fast as Rachel did.
Amusingly, Rachel's friend in her drunken state seemed to forget all about Rachel. She felt a bit annoyed being left out of the conversation this much, but primarily she was just laughing inside at how easygoing her friend got when drunk.
The beautiful twenty-year-old took this moment of pause as an opportunity to reassess her state. Her body felt warm and glowing, just radiating positivity, and her mind was full of relaxed, casual thoughts in the pleasant buzz of alcoholic intoxication. Thus, she decided she has had enough to drink, especially since she no longer was force-fed more of them by her errant friend.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Rachel announced lightly. Nobody paid her much attention.
Weaving through the crowds she searched for the restroom. Elbows helped her carve out a path yet again. When she finally found it, she also found a sizable queue. While she waited, for over a quarter of an hour no less, several men tried to chat her up.
