Story Title: Into It
Summary: "I saw Edward out last night… and he was with someone else."
Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.
"I have to tell you something," my best friend, Alice, says to me when we sit down for brunch.
She looks pensive. Concerned.
"What's up?" I ask, perusing the menu.
"I saw Edward out last night… and he was with someone else."
"Yeah?" I don't understand her worry. "He went out with some friends," I tell her.
"No, like… a female someone. Just him and this woman. He must have lied to you."
My stomach drops.
My eyes meet hers.
"What? You saw him… what?" I ask incoherently, and she nods.
"I was so torn on telling you, but I'd want to know if it were me."
I sigh, my heart aching, throbbing. "What did you see?"
"It looked like he was on a date. At first, I figured she was a friend or something. Family? It seemed innocent enough. I even almost went over to say hi before I left the restaurant… but then he sat on her side of the booth."
My head pounds and jealousy coils deep. "Who the fuck was she? What did she look like?"
"She wasn't that pretty," Alice lies. I know this because I've known Alice since we were kids.
"Tell me the truth," I mumble. "I can take it."
"Dark hair. Big tits. She kind of looked like you, but…"
"But what?" I urge.
A better version of me?
Skinnier?
Bigger tits?
Nicer ass?
Humiliation sets in.
I have to know. "Did they kiss?"
"Yes," Alice admits, her face falling.
"Like… on the cheek?"
"Lips. Tongue." Alice looks so apologetic to break the news to me.
"Fuck."
"Again, I didn't want to tell you this—"
"What else happened?" I ask. "Anything? Nothing?"
She covers her face like she's embarrassed to recount this. "Look, I'm making assumptions here, but his hand disappeared under the table at one point, and she was looking all hot and bothered. I don't know for sure. All I know is what I saw."
"He fucking—"
I stop myself.
Edward finger-fucked the hot, brunette bitch under the table?
In public.
For anyone to see.
"It wasn't that obvious, but I think because I know him, and I was trying to make sure he wasn't fucking you over, I was just paying more attention, you know? But um… something was definitely going on under that table. And I'm pretty sure at one point, she might've touched him, too, because when they stood up, it looked like he discreetly zipped up his slacks."
I try to stay stoic.
Try to pretend like this doesn't affect me.
I try and try and try.
The server comes over and we order a bottle of wine. I tell him to bring it quickly. He laughs, but he listens like a good little waiter.
"What am I supposed to do? Should I confront him?" I ask Alice, sipping my wine. Another sip. Another sip.
"Honestly, I'd ask him about it," she tells me. "If he lies, you have me as a witness. And if he is honest with you, I'd divorce him. Once a cheater, always a cheater, you know? Fuck him for humiliating you like that."
The thing is…
I am going to fuck him for humiliating me like that.
Because I love it.
I get off to it.
I've been trying not to react to hearing all of this. Trying not to get too turned on. Too soaked.
It's our thing, really.
I knew Edward was going out last night with Maria.
I'm the one who set it up.
I'm the one who messaged with her on Tinder, pretending to be him, while he licked my pussy. I'm the one who told her all of the dirty things he'd do to her. How well he uses his tongue. How skilled he is with his dick. I'm the one who came hard imagining all of the things they'd do that I wouldn't be privy to.
And that's the thing that gets me off the most. Not knowing what he says or does when I'm not around. Does he flirt? Does he go all shy when he is trying to hit on her? Or is he dominant? When they kiss, does he initiate it, or will she?
Does he tell me the truth, or leave some things out to spare me?
Does he come harder from their pussies? Their mouths?
Does he actually want it or does he just do it to turn me on? To keep me satisfied?
When he comes inside of these women, is it me he's thinking of, or is it them?
I know the answer to most of my questions, though. He fucking loves it, too. He loves coming home and recalling his dates, having me suck him off, licking both of their juices, while I moan for more details. I'm wanton and needy and so fucking wet when he crawls into bed with me. And I want to know it all. Every dirty little detail.
I wasn't sure he'd be into it when I first brought it up. I didn't even know it was something I was into. But we were out one night, and one of my friends hit on him. She wasn't blatant, but they had an inside joke, and it set something off inside of me.
I was livid all night. Refused to talk to him. So he talked to her more. And I watched. Desperate to see them interact. It was innocent, but in my mind, it was fucking filthy. I wanted him to cheat on me. To sneak into the bathroom and fuck her against the wall. I wanted her to crawl under the table under the guise of dropping something and try to suck him off. It was messed up, and I didn't understand any of it.
When we got home, I told Edward everything. How I imagined him being more into her than me. How I wondered what they were talking about—how close they were getting. I told him about my fantasies, and he grew hard at my words.
We fucked harder and longer than we ever had.
We'd discovered my kink.
Our kink.
But Edward didn't come home last night because he slept at Maria's.
All I got was one text saying "not coming home."
That was it.
She's the only woman he's stayed the night with, and even though it worried me, it also drove me insane.
It made me so fucking horny. I was soaked all night and couldn't do anything about it because he wasn't here to get me off.
This morning, he sent a picture of the two of them cuddling. It made me so fucking pissed while also confusingly turned on.
How fucking dare he?
How dare he not come home last night to his wife and share all of the details of their date?
But honestly, hearing this secondhand from Alice kind of turns me on, too.
I won't tell her this. I'll play like I'm the victim. Like I'm hurt, and totally going to confront Edward.
I'll pretend like this isn't my kink, and I'll move on.
And next time, I'll make sure to plan his date in an area of town no one we know frequents.
"Morning."
Edward kisses me awake.
I kiss him back, caught up in him, and then glare.
"Seriously?" I roll over, turning away from him. Last night I fell asleep naked, so he gets a nice view.
"Baby, don't be mad…" he coaxes, pulling my shoulder so I'm on my back again and can he can lie on top of me with him still fully clothed.
I let him.
But I'm mad.
"You stayed with Maria for two nights in a row!"
His face is open and honest. "You told me if it felt right, I should."
He's right. I did tell him that. And it kept me horny for the past two days imagining all of the things they were doing behind my back.
But now I need a release.
"Okay, well… you should know Alice saw you two Friday night."
"I know," Edward admits, smirking down at me. "I spotted her and figured I might as well be blatant, so she'd tell you all of the things she saw. I knew it'd get you so fucking wet…" He nibbles my ear and murmurs, "Was I right?"
God, I fucking love him.
"It did make me wet. Thinking about you fingering Maria in public… ugh."
He rolls off of me, and my legs fall open, waiting for his touch. He dips two fingers inside of me to find me already soaked.
"Maria touched me, too, under the table," he admits, and I start to grab at his clothes to take them off. "Almost made me come right there in the restaurant. God, it would've felt so fucking good."
"Who initiated it?" I ask, stroking his cock once he's naked and his fingers are inside of me once again.
"She did. She said she could touch me, fuck me, love me better than you. And I wanted to see for myself."
Jealousy creeps in, but so does arousal.
"What a bitch," I mumble, his fingers curling, making me desperate for more. "That's not part of the game."
"Well, we can't control her…"
"I want to though."
He kisses me and bites my lip. "Can't."
"She had you in her bed the last two nights! I fucking hate her."
He laughs. "She only did it because she knew it drove you crazy."
"Wait, what?"
"I told her about your kink. I told her everything."
Anger rises. His fingers move faster.
"Why!?" I blurt.
"You told me I could be honest if it felt right. And it did, with her." I'm so, so torn because hearing this feels so good and so wrong at the same time. "She wanted us to make a video for you… do you want to see it?"
"Fuck yes."
He laughs darkly. "She wants me to eat your pussy while you watch."
"Oh, so now she's making the fucking rules?" I mutter, into it but also not.
"We can stop any time, baby. Say the word. You're in charge."
"I don't want to stop. Show me the video, and lick my pussy, please."
I can be nice now.
A good little wife.
Edward hands me his phone, already queued up with the video they made.
My pussy is throbbing for attention.
He kisses his way down my body and settles himself between my thighs, his face right by my sex. I can feel his hot breath but he doesn't pleasure me yet.
I press play.
It's mid-makeout for them.
Both are naked on the bed.
She's petite, and yeah, she looks like me but better.
Big, natural tits. Tight ass. Slender figure.
I'd fuck her, too.
Maybe I just might.
If I'm lucky, maybe I can lick her pussy to get her wet before he fucks her.
Edward starts to lick me with long, languid strokes of his tongue.
"Ugh… fuck, why do you have to kiss her on the mouth like you love her?" I moan.
"She's a good kisser," he admits, and it sends a spark of arousal through me.
I watch some more.
Watch how she sucks him off. Uses her hand and mouth and goes so, so deep. Deeper than I can.
His hips thrust into her mouth, but he's gentle with her.
Caring.
Loving?
It makes me rage.
He sucks my clit.
I scream in ecstasy.
I keep watching the video and Maria leaves the bed and walks toward the camera. I get a close-up of her sexy, naked body. I think she's going to do something special for me, like touch herself, but she smirks, and the video stops.
"What the fuck?" Edward's tongue darts inside of my pussy, eating me deeply, and I moan. The video is playing again, and they're suddenly fucking. She's on top of him, riding him. Hips rolling. His hands exploring. "Why is part of the video missing?"
"She didn't want you to see all of it," he mumbles, still between my legs. "It was something special for us."
God, it makes me irrationally angry and eternally turned on.
It's like she knew exactly what to fucking do with him to make me so fucking wet.
"Did she tell you to say that to me?" I ask.
"Yes."
I moan louder.
"Baby, fuck me, please," I beg, still holding the video and watching them fucking. "Let me ride you like she rode you."
He leaves his spot and sits on the edge of the mattress. I straddle him and keep his phone in my hand, still watching as I sink down onto him.
"I love that I get your dick all to myself, but she had you wear a condom…" I murmur wantonly. The rule is he has to wear one if I'm not there.
He immediately looks guilty.
"I didn't wear a condom. That's why she stopped the video. She convinced me not to, and Bella, fuck… her pussy felt so, so good. Better than yours. I'm sorry, but it did. So wet and tight and made for me."
"What?!" I gasp. I can't believe how fucking turned on I am by this. How she coerced him into so much tonight. How much control she had over him. "You fucked her without a condom?"
He grits out when I ride him faster. "Baby, you said if it felt right, I could…"
I did say that, but I never thought it would happen.
"What is it about this Maria bitch?" I spit, feeling myself grow too warm, too close.
He rubs my clit.
He knows the signs.
"I dunno… maybe I'm falling for her."
That's it.
I lose it.
My orgasm crashes over me.
Consumes me.
He's falling for another woman?
A woman I set him up with.
A woman who looks better and feels better and is better.
"And I'm going to stay with her again tonight," he whispers in my ear as he rolls us over, and his words just make me come even harder as he slams into me. "I'm going to leave you in this bed, your pussy dripping with my cum, while I sleep soundly next to her…"
I feel sick.
Ashamed.
Aroused all over again.
I come a second time. Or maybe it's still going.
He pumps faster, and he comes inside of me, too, while groaning and grunting how much he loves me.
Our pace slows, and my heart settles. But the jealousy that usually disappears after we come together still remains.
He kisses my mouth.
My neck.
My chest.
"Don't go," I whimper. "Stay with me."
He smiles. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not seeing her again."
Relief sinks in. "Really?"
"Yeah. And I was lying when I said I didn't wear a condom. Of course, I did. She just knew how much it'd get you off if we pretended I didn't." With a sweet, lingering kiss, he whispers in my ear, "You know despite everything, you're my person, right? I love you more than anything. Anyone. I just know how into it you get when I pretend like I'm going to leave you for them."
He's right.
He knows me so fucking well.
Inside and out.
"I love you, too," I tell him, melting from his words, feeling more secure now.
He holds me close, holds me tight, so we're spooning.
"I love you. Need you. Only you, Bella," he says again, reassuring me.
I drift to sleep, feeling sated and loved, already planning his next date.
