Author's note: This story is Part 4 of my first serialized work. Read the earlier parts if you haven't already. The concept behind this story, including generalized characters/names and premise, was suggested by Literotica user Rav09. The story's development and specifics are my own.
This story will contain themes of cuckolding, voyeurism, reluctance/seduction, and interracial connections. You've been warned.
And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.
Something was wrong.
That was my first thought when I awoke the next morning, even before I had regained my full consciousness. For a moment, I was confused. Everything seemed to be okay. The apartment was quiet. Amanda was sleeping peacefully next to me, her gentle breath barely audible. Even as she slept, I felt a burst of affection towards her.
It was at that moment all my memories came crashing back. Dante living with us. Amanda's not-quite-hidden attraction to him. My convoluted plan for Dante to seduce Amanda on my behalf. The plan backfiring; Dante sleeping with Amanda--my fiancé and love of my life--even before I had. Then Dante's strangely open confession... and persuasiveness that his successful seduction was a good thing. Persuasiveness that somehow had me agreeing that Dante might be right.
I flipped onto my back and stared at the ceiling. What had I gotten myself into? I loved Amanda so much, but would we ever be the same? Could she really have slept with our roommate without loving me less? Sure, in the video I'd captured of her escapade with Dante, Amanda emphasized her love for me... but what if she didn't mean it? Or what if she changed her mind later? I didn't know what I'd do without Amanda. All my life plans included her. I was less bothered by her giving into Dante's advances than I was afraid of what it meant for our own future. Especially because it was my actions that propelled her into Dante's grasp in the first place.
I sighed.
I was a coward. I still hadn't said anything to Amanda about what I knew. A part of me was desperate for reassurance that we'd be okay, but I couldn't find the words to begin. I pictured how it might play out:
'Hey, Amanda, my soon-to-be-wife... I know you slept with our roommate. I'm actually mostly okay with it, but I need you to tell me that you're not going to leave me. Oh, and I'd like to sleep with you myself too, if that's okay. That's why I left you alone with Dante in the first place.'
Amanda and I had discussed hard topics before, but this was unprecedented. I didn't want to make the situation worse by talking about it and saying the wrong thing. And so, I decided to put it off until later. I'd been too overwhelmed and exhausted for anything that night, anyway. I was a mess inside, but I did my best to pretend everything was normal.
For her part, Amanda didn't seem different at all. I was surprised how well she hid her indiscretion, considering how unable she'd been to hide her attraction to Dante to begin with. But my fiancé acted like her usual loving self. The only time she commented about that evening was to say she'd been worried about me after I didn't return from the store quickly.
As I lay in bed, swimming in my thoughts, I decided to delay saying anything to Amanda a bit longer. I needed to see how she was that morning first. And how she was around Dante. Hell, I still hadn't decided how I felt about Dante. One thing at a time.
It was Sunday, so Amanda and I were both off. I didn't know Dante's schedule, but he usually had a few massages lined up on the weekends. I hoped that Amanda and I would have a few hours alone together--time to check our dynamic without Dante's interference.
I looked over at Amanda one last time--reminding myself how lucky I was to have her--and then I forced myself out of bed.
The morning was uneventful. Amanda rose shortly after me, and we spent a lazy Sunday morning together, like we often did. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary... other than Dante staying shut up inside his room. Lately he'd been more social with Amanda and me, so it was unusual that he didn't join us as the morning hours progressed. I almost began to wonder if he'd somehow left the apartment without me noticing, but around noon, Dante finally emerged.
"Morning you two," he said, sauntering over to the sink for some water.
"Morning," Amanda and I responded in unison. I glanced at Amanda, hoping for a clue about her feelings towards Dante the morning-after. Unfortunately, her expression gave nothing away... although she did place one of her hands affectionally on my shoulder. Just a coincidence or was she signaling her attachment to me?
"Hope you slept well. I'm on my way out--got a few clients lined up--so you lovebirds will have the apartment to yourselves in just a minute. If you're smart, you'll take advantage," Dante winked at us.
Amanda blushed. "Dan and I are just relaxing," she said, embarrassed by Dante's insinuation. I had to wonder, though, if her bashfulness was exaggerated for my benefit.
"Of course you are," Dante shrugged. He grabbed his keys and glided to the front door. "Just make sure you clean up any messes you might make while you're 'relaxing'. I'm your roommate, not your maid, after all."
Amanda was speechless as Dante exited.
"Someone was feeling bold this morning," I said, breaking the silence.
"Yes, that was a bit much," Amanda shook her head and sighed. "I like Dante, don't get me wrong... but it's not appropriate for him to be saying that kind of stuff to us. It's no business of his what we do in our private time. Would you mind saying something to him? He listened to you last time, when you asked him to keep his shirt on in the apartment."
I flashed back to that first charged encounter between Amanda and Dante--Dante's open torso flustering Amanda enough to come to me about it.
"Yeah, I'll say something to him," I agreed. I hesitated, then ventured a probing comment. "Just so you know, if Dante ever makes you too uncomfortable, we don't have to renew his sublet. We can find another way to afford our rent."
Amanda's expression faltered for just a moment, and I could see the struggle on her face before she recovered. "No, Dante hasn't made me too uncomfortable. I just don't want it to get to that point, you know? But it means a lot that you'll have my back if Dante does cross a line. I know we don't have a clear alternative for money."
I tried not to smile. Hearing Amanda say she'd be fine ditching Dante was a massive relief. I felt like I could breathe again.
"Well, let's hope I can get him to behave, and we won't have to worry about it," I said pulling Amanda into a hug. "I love you."
"I love you too," Amanda responded, squeezing me back.
***
It seemed like life had returned to normal. To be sure, knowing Amanda and Dante had slept together remained in the back of my mind, but it was no longer a source of anxiety for me. Amanda clearly still loved me; she had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Normally, this would have been an awful excuse... except I was the one ultimately responsible anyway. Somehow it felt like Amanda hadn't cheated since I was the one who had started it. To blame Amanda was to blame myself. A mistake, maybe, but it wasn't the same as cheating. Not really.
Although my anxiety had faded, another emotion remained: jealousy. I realized the irony of it all, but it was a fact: I was extremely jealous of Dante.
Strangely, I found myself believing Dante's claim that he'd only gone so far with Amanda to help me--would Amanda still put off sleeping with me if she'd slept with Dante first?
That said, I wasn't an idiot. I knew Dante was attracted to Amanda and enjoyed 'experiencing' her. But still... I don't think he would have done it if he thought it wouldn't have helped me too.
And so, I didn't blame Dante... but the fact remained that he had slept with Amanda... and I hadn't. I needed to change that.
Only question was, how? Amanda was adamant that she wanted to save sex until after we were married; the consequence of her last boyfriend who took advantage of her. But as Dante had told Amanda after they'd slept together--sex doesn't complicate healthy relationships. Maybe Amanda had reconsidered her commitment now. I just wasn't sure the best way to test it.
But I would try. My goal had changed: instead of having Dante seduce Amanda for me, I would do it myself. Eventually.
Despite the events of the weekend, our lives went on with little apparent change. Amanda kept busy with school and homework; Dante and I stayed involved with our jobs. And yet, despite outward appearances, there did seem to be a simmering tension in the apartment that never quite faded away.
As Amanda had asked, I did pull Dante aside one evening and ask him to not make lewd comments about Amanda and me. I reassured him that I wasn't bothered by it, but it did make Amanda uncomfortable. I half-expected Dante to pretend to not know what I was talking about, but he surprised me. He simply shrugged, agreed, and went about his business.
None of us mentioned Saturday's massage... or what came after. I kept expecting Dante to say something to me about it, but he kept silent. I kept a close eye on the apartment cams while I was at work, but even when it was just Dante and Amanda alone, nothing untoward happened or was said. It was almost like Dante and Amanda's encounter had never happened.
And yet, there were signs. Occasionally, I caught Amanda watching Dante as he moved around the apartment, yet she always looked away quickly once she noticed my gaze. Dante would return the favor, his eyes running over Amanda's body and staring at her ass whenever she walked past him. He didn't hide it, leering at her right in front of me, seemingly unconcerned by my reaction. I mean, yeah, Amanda had a hot body, but Dante's lack of discretion was extremely bold. Once Amanda caught Dante staring at her, but she quickly turned and pretended not to notice.
Dante may not have made any more moves on Amanda, but he clearly was not ashamed to admire her from a distance, and neither Amanda nor I moved to stop him. It was like we were afraid that by acknowledging it, we'd have to acknowledge everything else that had happened too.
In the meantime, I did make moves on Amanda. A couple nights that week I began making out with her, but whenever I tried to take it further, Amanda stopped me. I could sense physically she wanted me, but mentally she couldn't allow it to happen. It did bother me that she resisted me more than she did Dante, but I knew it was because of her attachment to me, whereas she didn't feel like she had a relationship to risk with him.
