Disclaimer: This series deals with themes of cheating and dubious consent.
As I wrap up this story, I want to thank all my readers and supporters for encouraging me to get this far. I also want to quickly address some of the comments that call into question the "cuckold" tag. To me, the classic definition is simply the partner of someone who cheats. I didn't mean to mislead anyone, but I get that some think of the tag as always including the "knowing and/or willing" aspect of the cuckold. The far more prevalent theme of this story has always been cheating and corruption - the cuckold aspect is simply a byproduct of the events that take place. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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"Holy shit, I'm so sore..." Josh grumbled as he hobbled back to his bed, slow-moving and hunched over. It was early morning, and his wincing had woken Leah when he climbed off of the mattress to head to the bathroom.
"Sorry..." She murmured sweetly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "That's the good kind of sore though, right? When your muscles get a nice workout?" Her positivity fell on deaf ears as he groaned and pulled the sheets over his head. Leah felt bad that her boyfriend had pushed himself too hard and was now in pain for it, but also had trouble relating to his disdain for physical exercise. She thought back to early on in their relationship, and realized that he had seemingly never been thrilled to do anything that involved exerting oneself. Perhaps she had been blind to that fact, or brushed it off as non-issue in her naivety. Now that she'd grown closer to Ethan, the contrast between the men couldn't be any more palpable, and a number of compatibility issues were suddenly so apparent.
Leah was tempted to say something, to just dive into the deep end and get the ball rolling on the inevitable conversation that she'd been dreading. She decided to wait though, rationalizing that he ought to be in a better mood, and more lucid first. "Can I bring you anything?" She asked, tossing the covers off of her and noticing her bare midriff and legs looking a shade tanner from the prolonged sun exposure the previous day.
Josh cleared his throat before mumbling weakly, "Maybe just a headache pill... And some water, please."
"You got it," she replied, exiting the room and closing the door quietly behind her. Once in the external bathroom, she rummaged around the medicine cabinet, found the pain relief medicine, and walked absent-mindedly back out into the main room while reading the label on the bottle.
"Woah!" Was all she heard before colliding straight into her roommate, her face planting into his bare chest. "Watch where you're going kid," Ethan teased, catching her from bouncing off of him by the small of her back.
"Jesus, why are you blocking my door you weirdo?" She asked, looking up at him.
"I was hoping to use your shower again, but now I think I might use something else first..."
Leah was pressed against the man's hard body, noting that he was wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist, and could feel his dick growing beneath it already. "Shhh! I need to bring these to Josh. Let go of me!" She whispered frantically. Ethan only embraced her more tightly, lifting her just off of the ground and walking forward, straight into the bathroom. As she struggled silently to break free, he kicked the door closed behind him and continued onward until she was pinned against the sink. "Ethan, this is insane! You can't be in here with me!" She dropped the bottle onto the surface just before he took control of her limbs as well.
"Well I am, so..." He growled, hungrily kissing her neck, his hands smothering hers and holding them firmly against the cool counter behind her. As he dragged his lips down past her delicate collar bone and towards her chest, a soft moan escaped her. He quickly pulled her top down to her waist so he could feast on her tits. While sucking and nibbling at her hardening buds, he began pulling her shorts off as well. Ethan knew he was taking the recklessness to new heights, but between his unaddressed morning wood and having it unexpectedly nestled up against his drop-dead gorgeous roommate, the urge was too powerful to resist. He kissed her smooth, flat tummy while forcefully freeing her ankles from all the bunched up clothing before straightening up again and allowing his towel to fall to the ground. Pulling her body into his again, he forced his tongue into her mouth and savored her sweetness as he guided her to the shower, backpedaling step by step into the concealed chamber. Ethan broke the kiss for but a second, turning on the water and stepping over the ledge of the tub, before hoisting Leah into the enclosure with him and hastily swishing the opaque curtain closed.
The water was icy cold at first and Leah almost screamed, catching herself and channeling the energy into her roommate's body instead. No shower on Earth was cold enough to extinguish her arousal at that moment. She felt so incredibly foolish for allowing him to make a move on her in the bathroom she shared with her boyfriend, while he was still in the apartment no less, yet Ethan's brutish insistence on having her anyway was too hot to deny. Josh had likely fallen back asleep anyway. Soon the water was searing, and their hands were all over each other, slippery and eagerly groping while their tongues wrestled for control. With a hushed giggle, Leah applied a generous amount of liquid body wash onto her palm, and began applying it to his ripped torso. He returned the favor and before long their bodies were slick with suds.
Ethan's massive cock had been constantly rubbing against her, and she slithered downwards, catching it between her soapy breasts. She started bouncing lightly, jerking him off with her soft flesh and smiling widely when he grunted in approval and matched her efforts with his hips. It felt so illicit to be crouching down in her own shower so that her roommate could bury his big dick between her luscious tits. He started fucking her chest more enthusiastically, and she dropped her chin, opening wide to accept his emerging head into her mouth. She watched with delight as he threw his face back into the pouring water, clearly enamored with the way she was worshiping him. The man looked otherworldly, his statuesque physique towering over her with dense steam rising from his shoulders. She wanted to please him so badly, squeezing her jugs together and swirling her tongue around him while letting her drool flow down his hard shaft and keep everything lubricated.
Leah had attempted intimacy in the shower only once before, with Josh, and it hadn't gone well. They awkwardly fumbled around to find a comfortable position, and when he did finally penetrate her, the slippery factor was basically non-existent and they quickly gave up. The whole ordeal had also left him soft, so they ended up just transitioning into a normal, routine shower and pretended it hadn't happened. Because of that experience, the young girlfriend wasn't sure what to expect when Ethan lifted her leg and manipulated her against the wall, away from the stream of water, and began pushing his thick cock into her dripping pussy from behind. To her amazement, it slid further and further in, with no discomfort at all. She realized she shouldn't have doubted it to begin with, given how incredibly wet she became anytime she was around him, let alone in such an intimate position.
"Oh my God..." She whimpered as his swelling head touched her cervix. Each and every time he filled her to capacity, it felt like the first time all over again. "Fuuucking sooo goood... Ohhh... Pleeease not too loouud... Ahhh..." She had just enough sense left to request him to hold back a little, though with the sound of the heavy liquid splattering the floor, she wasn't sure he could even hear her. The damn bathroom shared a wall with her bedroom, and she had no idea what state Josh was in at that moment.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna go nice and easy on you for now," Ethan answered, leaning forward to murmur in her ear. "Just a smoooth, steamy, slow fucking is exactly what I need to get this morning load into you right now. It's been building up all night..." His movements were controlled and deliberate, his throbbing erection stretching her wide and remaining planted for a second before withdrawing ever so slowly and leaving her wanting more.
Leah moaned deeply at the thought of his huge balls working overtime while he slept for the sole purpose of flooding her again at the very next chance.
"You left me hanging last night, falling asleep on the couch with your boyfriend and my generous appetizer coating your throat. I almost dragged you into my bedroom to finish the deed..."
"Ohhh fuck... You should have... I wanted your cock inside of me so ba-"
Was that the bathroom door!?
Leah and Ethan froze in place at the sudden disturbance, wondering if the strange echo in the shower was playing tricks on them.
"Babe?" Josh asked from beyond the curtain.
"Y-Yeah? Hey-Oh! Oh my God, I got sidetracked and totally forgot to bring you the pills! I'm so sorry!" Leah took a deep breath, and exhaled all the nervous energy from her lungs before brushing her end of the fabric aside, just enough to poke her face through. Her boyfriend was some six feet away, at the sink, fiddling with the medicine. "How are you feeling? Fuck, I can't believe that. I was just daydreaming and got into the shower on total auto-pilot..."
"It's okay." Josh mumbled, throwing a pill down his throat and drinking from the faucet. He seemed distracted and hurried for some reason.
