FSBR

by jadeaizen1629

FSBR

4. FSBR4

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. Nina 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. Nina's not-quite-hidden attraction to him. My convoluted plan for Dante to seduce Nina on my behalf. The plan backfiring; Dante sleeping with Nina—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 Nina 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, Nina 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 Nina. 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 Nina 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, Nina, 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.'

Nina 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, Nina 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 Nina 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 Nina 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 Nina and I would have a few hours alone together—time to check our dynamic without Dante's interference.

I looked over at Nina one last time—reminding myself how lucky I was to have her—and then I forced myself out of bed.

The morning was uneventful. Nina 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 Nina 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," Nina and I responded in unison. I glanced at Nina, 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.

Nina blushed. "Shaun 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."

Nina was speechless as Dante exited.

"Someone was feeling bold this morning," I said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, that was a bit much," Nina 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 Nina and Dante—Dante's open torso flustering Nina 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."

Nina'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 Nina 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 Nina into a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too," Nina responded, squeezing me back.

It seemed like life had returned to normal. To be sure, knowing Nina and Dante had slept together remained in the back of my mind, but it was no longer a source of anxiety for me. Nina 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 Nina hadn't cheated since I was the one who had started it. To blame Nina 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 Nina to help me—would Nina 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 Nina 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 Nina... and I hadn't. I needed to change that.

Only question was, how? Nina 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 Nina after they'd slept together—sex doesn't complicate healthy relationships. Maybe Nina 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 Nina for me, I would do it myself. Eventually.

Despite the events of the weekend, our lives went on with little apparent change. Nina 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 Nina had asked, I did pull Dante aside one evening and ask him to not make lewd comments about Nina and me. I reassured him that I wasn't bothered by it, but it did make Nina 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 Nina alone, nothing untoward happened or was said. It was almost like Dante and Nina's encounter had never happened.

And yet, there were signs. Occasionally, I caught Nina 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 Nina'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, Nina had a hot body, but Dante's lack of discretion was extremely bold. Once Nina caught Dante staring at her, but she quickly turned and pretended not to notice.

Dante may not have made any more moves on Nina, but he clearly was not ashamed to admire her from a distance, and neither Nina 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 Nina. A couple nights that week I began making out with her, but whenever I tried to take it further, Nina 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.

Still, it was frustrating. At least she did give me handjobs both times, which was better than nothing. Barely.

I was committed though, and I decided that after a few more attempts, I would talk with Nina. See if she'd reconsider her self-imposed restriction.

I was so focused on seducing Nina myself that I almost forgot about our weekly massage deal with Dante. That Thursday, Dante asked me if I would be free Friday evening for my turn on the massage table. He asked so matter-of-factly, that I almost thought he was messing with me. But he didn't laugh, just calmly waited for my response. Somewhat off-balance, I told him sure, I was free.

It was the most bizarre massage of my life. Dante did the same high-quality job he'd done for me before, and my muscles were unquestionably relaxed, but I couldn't stop thinking about how this is how he had seduced Nina. I was on the same table that he had fucked my fiancé on, and even though we both knew it, we acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. The relaxing physical sensations combined with my uncomfortable mental state made for a discomfiting contrast.

Nina spent the whole massage in our room, allegedly studying, but I didn't think it was an accident that she avoided it, even if she wasn't the one on the table.

When our massage was finished, Dante didn't return to his room right away. Instead, after double checking that Nina was shut aside our room, he whispered to me conspiratorially.

"So, man. Nina run into your arms yet?"

I sat on the table, towel still wrapped around me. Did I want to have this conversation with Dante? I wasn't sure.

Dante sensed my hesitation. "Hey man, it's okay if you don't want to kiss and tell. I just want to make sure you got what you needed. It's not fair for me to be involved with Nina if it didn't push her towards you. I don't like leaving jobs unfinished, you know?"

I decided I couldn't lie to Dante. "No, she hasn't come around yet. I'm working on it, but she's just not ready. I know she wants to, but I think she's afraid of what will happen when she does. Her last boyfriend left her after they slept together. I'd never do that, of course, and I'm sure Nina knows it... but she can't help it. It terrifies her."

Dante looked thoughtful. "What do you say if we try the massage again next week? After all, it worked the first time. We just need you to be around for the benefits."

I considered, then shook my head. "I don't think you'll get Nina back on that massage table. She won't want to risk it. And even if you did, I don't think you'd get anywhere with her with me there too. She'd be mortified if you tried anything in front of me. You'd be asking to be slapped, or worse."

Dante grinned slyly. "Oh, don't you worry about either of those things. I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be. I just need you to follow my lead when the time comes... and more importantly, don't leave the apartment this time. So... you onboard?"

I was tempted, even if I was skeptical that Dante could pull it off. But still... I had one last hangup. "Yeah, I'm game. Just... I don't want a repeat of last time, you know? I'm not mad at you for what you did, but I'm only okay with it because it's supposed to help me out. Promise me you'll only get Nina as fired up as you need, and then you'll let me take over?"

Dante didn't hesitate. "Of course, man. I'm only doing this for you, after all."

I didn't fully believe that, but I wasn't going to argue the point. All I cared about was helping Nina overcome her self-repression... and me getting to enjoy it, of course. If Dante got some side action too, so be it. Once Nina and I were a couple to the fullest, Dante would fall by the wayside—and I'd have Nina all for myself.

Even so, I decided to keep a close eye on Dante the following week from my cameras. Wouldn't hurt to be careful. Plus, I wanted to see if he really could convince Nina to return for another massage.

To my surprise, Dante didn't do anything the first several days of the following week. I almost thought he'd forgotten, but finally that Thursday, he made a move—and I caught it all live.

It was late afternoon. I was still at work, but Dante was off, and Nina had just returned from her classes. Dante was lounging on the couch when Nina entered the apartment, and before Nina could beeline for our room, Dante intercepted her.

"Oh, hey, Nina," Dante said, leaping from the couch and casually stepping in front of her. "I've been meaning to ask. You're due for your massage this week, and I'm free tomorrow evening. Shall I put you down for it?"

Nina seemed startled by Dante's sudden engagement. She stammered for a second before she found her words again. "Um, I don't think that's a good idea, Dante."

"Because you're afraid of what might happen?" Dante asked.

"Yeah, among other things," Nina replied curtly. "We really don't have to talk about this, though. Just let Shaun take my weeks moving forward."

She started to move past Dante, but Dante stepped back in front of her. "Nina, listen. I know you're probably ashamed of what we did, even if you shouldn't be. But you've made it very clear that you're Shaun's girl, and I'm not looking to interfere with that. Which is why having a massage this week is so important. I don't want to scare you, but I think Shaun suspects something happened between us."

"What? How?" Nina asked, startled by this news. "You didn't say anything, did you?" she accused.

"Of course not," Dante lied. "But Shaun's a perceptive guy. I think he can sense something happened."

"Fuck," Nina cursed under her breath, an uncharacteristic action for her. She let her bookbag slide loudly onto the floor in exasperation. "Shaun can't find out about this. It would destroy him."

"It might," Dante agreed softly. "Like I said, I'm not looking to cause trouble with you guys. I think everything will be fine. We just need to not do anything out of the ordinary. Shaun's suspicions will go away if everything seems normal, and you two can go about your happy lives together."

"Yes, yes." Nina said, nodding her head. "You're right. We just need to live our lives like normal."

"And that's why I think it's important we stick to our massages. Look, I know it's awkward for you. It'll be awkward for me too. But if we stop the massages, Shaun will wonder why. He won't believe you randomly decided to stop just when he sensed something between us."

"Fuck," Nina repeated, letting out a deep breath. She considered Dante's words. "You might be right. I don't like it, but I can't deny it either. But I'm not doing any massages unless Shaun's there with me the whole time. I'm not letting you massage me alone again."

"Fine by me," Dante agreed. "Like I said, I just want everything to return to normal around here. So, tomorrow evening once Shaun's back, we'll get started?"

"Yes. Now, unless you have something else, I've got a ton of studying to do," Nina said, grabbing her bag back off the floor.

"Study away," Dante said differentially, moving out of the way at last.

Nina shut the door behind her and pointedly locked it, which drew an amused smile from Dante. He then returned to the couch and went about his afternoon.

I was impressed. Sure enough, despite the odds, Dante had secured Nina's agreement to another massage. But next came the real test: Dante seducing her a second time... and in front of me. Dante was good, but I doubted even he could pull that off. If he did somehow succeed, fantastic. But even if he failed, I would be no worse off than I was now. I had nothing to lose.

Despite Nina's promise, I still half-expected her to get cold feet at the last minute. But she didn't. When that Friday evening arrived, everything was in place. Dante had prepped the table and his equipment, while Nina and I looked on from nearby chairs. I could tell Nina was nervous, but she did a good job hiding it. I could barely contain my own anticipation, but for reasons opposite of Nina's. Dante seemed as cool as ever.

When Dante retreated to his room, the moment of truth arrived. Would Nina strip down and return to the table?

After just a moment of hesitation, she did.

As before, she removed all clothing except her panties before she climbed underneath the towel that Dante had provided. I couldn't help but admire the way her body looked when it was out in the open—her full breasts, beautiful white skin, and tastefully thick hips. Her dirty blond hair was in a loose bun and she wasn't wearing any makeup, but to me, she was as stunning as ever. No wonder Dante couldn't resist a taste.

I kept these thoughts to myself, of course. Still, there was no denying my blood was pumping. Could I really be about to experience Nina's sexuality for myself?

"Okay, I'm good!" Nina shouted once she was settled in.

Dante emerged a moment later, starting his music and oiling his hands, before stepping next to the table. Nina was facing me, but she had her eyes closed, no doubt feigning relaxation. Dante folded the towel from Nina's back over her hips, exposing her skin underneath... and then he began.

Words can't describe the sensation I felt watching Dante's fingers trace over Nina's skin in that moment. I'd been aroused by watching them before, but now, knowing that they'd fucked, took me to another level. I could only imagine the thoughts running through Nina's head, knowing that the guy she had slept with was now openly caressing her in front of me. Little did she know that I was enjoying the show.

The massage progressed naturally; Dante following his usual pattern of working up the back to the shoulders, then down over the arms. Even as professional as it was, I was utterly fixated on every touch Dante made. The anticipation was killing me—when was Dante going to make his move?

My breath caught briefly as Dante made his way to Nina's hands, doing his traditional finger-intertwine before returning Nina's arms slightly further away from her body, exposing her sideboob. Hot, but nothing I hadn't seen before.

Normally, Dante proceeded to the legs next, but this time, he broke pattern. Instead, he stepped back and spoke to Nina, softly but firmly.

"Flip over for me, if you don't mind. I need to get your front too to keep your tension even."

This was the same move he pulled on Nina last time. What was he thinking? There's no way Nina would agree to this with me present. Sure enough, Nina opened her eyes and stared squarely at me, shooting me a look that said that she couldn't believe what Dante had just asked.

"Dante, I'd really rather stay just like this. I know you're a professional, but I'm not wearing a bra. Surely, you understand."

Dante just shrugged calmly. "It's up to you, of course, but as you say, I am a professional. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

That statement was more literal than it might have seemed, considering Dante had seen Nina's bare chest just last week. I doubted the hidden meaning was lost on Nina either.

Dante continued. "Besides, I don't think Shaun minds. You don't mind, do you, Shaun?"

Both Dante and Nina looked at me. I tried to keep my face composed as I responded nonchalantly, "No, I don't mind. Anything that relieves Nina's tension is fine by me."

I met Nina's eyes pointedly. "Besides, Dante's right. I'm sure he sees boobs all the time. It's not weird unless you make it weird. Just a massage, right?"

Nina gaped at me. From behind her, Dante gave me a thumbs up.

Nina twisted around on the table to look at Dante, but he quickly returned to a blank stance, hiding his approval. Seeing nothing on Dante's face, she looked back at me once more.

"Are you serious, Shaun? You really don't think that's a bit weird? I mean, yeah, Dante's a professional, but he's our roommate too. I feel like that makes it different."

"I don't," I shrugged. I decided to push my luck. "Unless there's something else that makes it different."

Nina backed down. "No, there's not. I'm just surprised you're so unbothered about it, is all."

She sighed and seemed to consider her options one last time. Then, despite the odds, Nina pulled her hands underneath her and flipped herself over, bringing her hefty breasts into open view.

I'd always admired Nina's tits but seeing her expose them in front of both Dante and me was next-level hot. I was hard in an instant. Even though I knew this was the furthest the massage would likely go, it had already exceeded my wildest dreams.

"There, you happy now?" Nina said, as she stared at the ceiling. It wasn't clear if she was talking to me or to Dante, but neither of us responded. No doubt Dante was just as distracted as I was.

Dante reoiled his hands and moved to Nina's head. I could see that he had developed a bulge in his own sweatpants, but he was doing his best to hide it. I didn't think Nina would be able to see it unless she stared directly back at him, and for the moment, she had closed her eyes again. No doubt she was still pretending like she was in a state of utter relaxation.

Dante moved his hands to the top of Nina's shoulders and began to work. Even now, Dante maintained a commensurate professionalism, avoiding any open stares or inappropriate touches. I had no such reservations, though, and I gazed openly at Nina's breasts. I was fascinated with how they settled on her body, two round mounds that elevated in rhythm with her breaths. It took all my willpower to keep from approaching her and fondling them myself.

Nina kept her composure as Dante began to work his way down over her chest. I suspect uncertainty rather than horniness restrained her—how would I react if she made a scene?—but I did have to wonder if Dante's touch was beginning to rekindle her own fire. Mine was blazing hot, after all.

Eventually, Dante couldn't proceed any further without touching her breasts directly—the moment of truth had arrived. Surprisingly—and to my disappointment—Dante didn't fondle her, but detoured around Nina's breasts down towards her stomach. He moved around the table, following his hands' path, until he was by her hips, facing me. Without saying a word, he lifted the towel off Nina's body and gently set it on the floor. Only Nina's panties remained now.

Nina's eyes flew open at this move, and she looked at me, panicked as if she expected me to blame her for Dante's boldness. When I didn't acknowledge it at all, she looked back towards Dante.

"Hey, the towel was keeping me warm. Can you put that back?"

"Yes, I'll return it in a moment. I just want to get your quads while I'm here." Dante said, beginning to rub her legs.

Nina looked at me again, but I just shrugged. "Might as well get everything."

Nina shook her head in disbelief at my continued indifference, but she rested her head back against the table. She seemed to be questioning how much longer she'd let this go on. Meanwhile, Dante worked quickly down one leg, then the other; his black fingers softly probing Nina's white skin.

I was so turned on I felt like I could explode. I was amazed at how far Dante had progressed with the massage, but I had no idea how he'd finish setting up Nina for me. I could sense if Dante pressed much further, Nina would call it off, consequences be damned. She wouldn't be so easily seduced this time.

Sure enough, Dante tried a different approach. As he reached Nina's feet, he looked at me.

"Hey, Shaun. If you don't mind, I could use a hand here. I know you're basically paying me for this massage, but trust me, you won't regret helping out on this one."

"Uh, sure. What do you need me to do?" I said, hopping off my chair. Was this it? Had my moment finally arrived?

"Walk to Nina's head. I'd like you to play with her hair. Run your fingers through it. It's not really something I can do during a normal massage without getting oil all mixed in, but your hands are still clean. It'll take Nina's experience to the next level, trust me."

"Okay, sure," I agreed, attempting to hide my erection before making my way over. Nina watched me approach questioningly, clearly confused by this new turn. Still, she didn't say anything.

I took my position at the end of the table, opposite Dante. Nina's head was inches away from my waist—I hoped she hadn't noticed my arousal. I took a handful of Nina's loose hair and began to glide my fingers through it, ever so gently pulling in the process.

"Like this?" I asked Dante.

"You really should be asking Nina, not me," Dante responded, still focused on rubbing Nina's feet. "But don't be afraid to change it up. You can massage her scalp directly too."

I took Dante's suggestion and began caressing Nina's head with my fingertips. I looked down to find her staring back at me.

"How's that feel, babe?" I asked.

"It feels great," Nina admitted. "But you have to admit that this is weird, right? I've never heard of a massage like this before."

"I trust Dante," I shrugged. "Besides, if you're enjoying it, what's the problem?"

"No problem. Just not what I expected, is all." Nina replied softly. She closed her eyes again.

I caught Dante's eye and gave him a slight head nod. Dante returned it, and as if I'd signaled him, he released Nina's feet and placed them back on the table. I noticed he'd left them just far enough apart that he see could straight up Nina's center. She still had her underwear on, but she was showing plenty of skin regardless. Dante and I both had plenty to admire.

As I continued to play with Nina's hair, Dante returned to her legs once more. This time, he slowly worked his way up, rather than down. He took his time, and although his overall progress was clear, Nina never stopped him. I suspected she'd drawn a line in the sand, and as long as Dante didn't cross it, she wouldn't stop lesser moves. Only question was... where was the line?

I couldn't help but notice that whatever was going on in Nina's mind, her body had no such conflicts. At some point, her nipples had become erect, poking firmly into the air in a clear sign of arousal. There were other signs too—Nina's face and neck had developed a slight flush, and her breathing was sharper and more deliberate. She also stubbornly kept her eyes closed, even as Dante reached her thighs, just inches away from her womanhood. Mentally, she likely was telling herself as long as the massage didn't go farther, everything was okay... but physically, she seemed fully primed. I couldn't tell from my vantage point, but I'd have bet anything that a telltale wetness had formed on Nina's underwear. And if it had, Dante could see it.

As if reading my mind, Dante's fingers finally traced the rest of Nina's thighs, encountering the hem of her underwear. He had carefully avoided reaching between her legs, but now, Dante made his play. He reached over the silky cloth and hooked his fingertips underneath. He didn't pull yet—Nina's weight would have prevented the attempt anyway—but Nina's eyes flew open regardless.

She sat up onto her elbows, pulling away from my hands. "Dante, what are you doing?

Despite Nina's sudden move, Dante released his grip on Nina's underwear slowly and deliberately. Rather than be startled by Nina's confrontation, he seemed to have been expecting it.

He smiled at her. "Nina, I have a confession. I lied to you about not telling Shaun. He knows everything. Don't worry. He's made it very clear how much he still loves you. He's not bothered that we slept together—he understands it was just physical—but don't you think it's a bit unfair that you'll sleep with me but not your own fiancé?"

I held my breath. I wasn't expecting Dante to be so direct. How was Nina going to respond?

For a moment, Nina sat there in stunned silence, staring at Dante. Then she sat up, swung her legs off the table, and faced me—in her eyes I saw shame, fear, and regret.

"You really knew?" Nina said to me quietly.

"Yes," I admitted. "But Dante's right. I'm not bothered by what you did with him. I'm bothered that you won't with me. I know we've talked about waiting until marriage... but I'm starting to be afraid that marriage will come, and you still won't be ready."

"Oh, Shaun," Nina said softly. "I didn't know it bothered you that much."

"It didn't, until you and Dante... well, you know. But now it feels like I'm the one with the problem, you know? Why Dante and not me? Am I not good enough?" I didn't expect to get emotional, but the dam of my own self-repression was leaking.

"Shaun, you are good enough," Nina said, putting her hand on mine. "But I didn't want us to have sex, only for you to decide you got what you wanted and leave."

"Nina, I'm not your ex."

"I know. I know. But I can't help it. I'm afraid of it anyway."

We fell into silence.

Dante stepped into the break. "You two clearly love each other a lot. And there's a lot going on here. But I know how to help. Nina, lie back down on the table for me."

Nina hesitated. Dante's intention was clear, and I could sense her reluctance to go along. But Dante had done his job well—her body was still obviously aroused. She just needed a small push.

"Please, Nina? For me?" I asked softly.

Nina's internal battle reached a turning point. "Okay," she said at last, and laid back down on the table.

Dante didn't let the opportunity pass. "Cool. Now, we can pick up where we left off. Shaun, I want you to switch places with me. I'll rub Nina's head, and I want you to massage her legs. Only this time, take her underwear off first."

I was shaking with anticipation as I walked to the other side of the table. I couldn't believe my luck. This was happening. My first time with Nina was happening. I felt a rush of appreciation towards Dante, but I didn't show it, dutifully following his instructions instead. I reached for Nina's underwear, and without a word, she let me slide it down her legs. At last, Nina was naked on the table.

I reached out, taking her thighs into my hands, and I began to explore. I didn't have Dante's skillful touch, but I hoped to make up for it with my enthusiasm. Nina's skin was very warm, and I was fascinated by how smooth it felt; still slick from Dante's oiled hands. I traced my fingers over Nina's creamy thighs, over her knees, and down to her gently-curving calves. Her legs were exquisite, and I felt like I could spend hours appreciating them.

I glanced upwards to see that Nina had closed her eyes once more while Dante teased her hair. His hands seemed dry now—he must have wiped them at some point. Even though Dante's confession had interrupted the massage's flow, we were back on track—and now I was the one between Nina's legs.

I realized it was up to me to make the next move. And so, I followed Dante's example and worked my way up Nina's legs. Unlike Dante though, I didn't take it slow, and it wasn't long before my fingers were back on Nina's thighs. I wanted to slip my hands between them more than anything, but for the entirety of our relationship, Nina had never let me. I just had to pray this time would be different.

I made my move.

I moved my hands in gentle circles, tracing further and further upwards and inwards. Nina spread her legs further apart in response, and my hopes soared. I could clearly see Nina's pussy, and judging by its wetness, she was enjoying my touch.

With gently probing fingers, I touched her outer lips. This drew a sharp inhale from Nina, but she kept her eyes closed. Seeing that I was in the clear, I began to run my finger up and down her slit; she was incredibly wet.

"I don't think you need to worry about foreplay," Dante said, watching my progress.

He was right. It was time. Months of waiting for this moment, and it was here. I was so horny I was practically shaking.

Somehow, I managed to shed my clothes without stumbling over them. Dante continued to rub Nina's head and neck while I prepared myself, but once I was finally naked, he stepped away. He motioned towards her in a gesture that said, "she's all yours."

I couldn't climb on the table fast enough. Nina had opened her eyes at some point, and she watched as I pulled myself between her legs, my erection aimed squarely at her center. I took a mental picture: Nina spreadeagled in an open invitation; her skin shiny, covered in Dante's oil; her curves, full and unreal as ever; her pussy exposed and ready to take me in. It was the hottest moment of my life.

But we were just starting.

I guided the head of my cock towards Nina's lips—she was so lubricated that it slipped inside almost as soon as I'd found her entrance. My eyes flickered up towards Nina's face—she was utterly focused on my cock as it penetrated her. I pushed forward.

The sensation was incredible. I'd had sex before, but it had been so long it may as well have been my first time. I could feel Nina's pussy walls spread for me as I pushed deeper and deeper inside. I let out an involuntary grunt of pleasure.

"Oh, Shaun," Nina said softly as she placed a hand against my face. I leaned down and planted a kiss against her lips as I pushed myself in as far as I could go.

For just a moment, we sat there like that, basking in our connection. We were complete.

"I love you," I whispered softly, staring into Nina's brown eyes.

"I love you too," she returned. "I'm sorry I made you wait."

"It's okay. It was worth it," I replied, kissing her one last time before pushing back up for better leverage.

I withdrew my hips slightly and pushed forward again. The pleasure of my forward thrust was overwhelming, and I knew that I wasn't going to last long. Not ideal, but being inside Nina at last, I couldn't help it.

I withdrew again.

Nina wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me into her once more. My God, how could she feel this good? I withdrew again.

Another thrust. Nina's mouth was half-open in pleasure.

Withdraw. Thrust. My cock cocooned by pure warmth and ecstasy.

Withdraw. Thrust. Our bodies linked as one.

Withdraw. Thrust. Sudden buildup inside my brain.

Withdraw. Thrust.

Blackout bliss.

I came back to earth with a start, realizing that I was cumming. Somehow I'd had the wherewithal to pull out of Nina first—she was on birth control, but still—just as I began spewing my seed all over her body. Most of it landed on her belly, but some of it fell on her breasts. I gasped for air as pleasure overwhelmed me. After several seconds, I finally came back down.

I practically fell off the table, utterly spent. "Holy shit," I managed to mutter. "Nina... that was better than I ever imagined."

She smiled, but it was a half-smile. I quickly realized that even though I'd finished, Nina had not. I'd left her in sexual purgatory. "Sorry, I didn't mean to finish so fast. You just felt so good... I couldn't..."

"It's okay," Nina said only half-convincingly. She started to sit up, but I put out a hand to stop her.

"No, I can help. Lay back down."

Nina hesitated for a second, but then complied.

I was so drained that I was barely able to move, but I forced myself over to Nina regardless. I didn't know if I could finish her off with my hands alone, but I was going to try. I reached between her legs.

Nina closed her eyes again as I touched her. I rubbed her lips teasingly for a moment before adjusting my angle and letting my index finger push inside. I began to finger-fuck her, but I gassed out quickly. Releasing months of self-repression in a single hot moment had left me utterly exhausted. As much as I wanted to take care of Nina, my body wouldn't cooparate. But I couldn't let our first time together end like this.

It was then that Dante spoke. I had almost forgotten he was even in the room, and I jumped slightly at his voice.

"Shaun, you need to lie down. You're struggling. Hard."

"I'll be fine. Nina's not done yet, which means neither am I." I said stubbornly.

Dante walked up next to me and put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Shaun. It's time. I'll take over for you. We're a team, remember? Besides, it's nothing I haven't already done."

I looked at Nina, saw her unfulfilled expression, and then back at Dante. Dante was right. I was done. But did I really want to let him touch Nina again? It was true that I was only here because of him, but still...

Dante didn't give me a chance to consider more. "Here," he said, picking up the massage towel off the ground and handing it to me. "Clean Nina off and sit down. Catch your breath. We'll be done soon, and then you two can go recover together."

Dante's soft assertiveness overrode whatever reluctance I might have mustered. But a part of me was thankful. I did need to rest, and this way I wouldn't have to let Nina down. I took the towel.

I gave Nina a quick wipe down, removing the globs of sperm from her skin, before dragging myself over to the couch and collapsing onto it. With my last strength, I turned so that I could watch Nina.

Dante wasted no time taking over. He removed his clothes in seconds, his black rod springing into the open and highlighting his own arousal. Nina had kept silent during this exchange; eyes half-glazed, as if she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. Dante's cock captured her attention though, and I saw her focus in on it. Dante smiled as Nina's eyes settled on him.

"Shaun had a great start, but now I'm here to finish. Don't worry about having to do anything. Just enjoy yourself." Dante said, as he stepped next to Nina, his cock hovering over her body, just inches above her skin.

Nina didn't say a word, but she nodded meekly. If she had reservations, she didn't share them.

Nina's nod was all the permission Dante needed. Surprisingly though, he didn't immediately jump on the table with her. Rather, he scooped Nina into his arms and rotated her a quarter-turn so that she was perpendicular to the table—and now aligned with him. Gently, Dante set her back down and pulled her slightly towards him so that Nina's hips were at the very edge of the table, her legs Shaungling over the side.

After he'd positioned Nina where he wanted, he lifted Nina's legs upwards, resting her heels on his broad shoulders. During all this movement, his cock had come to rest on Nina's pelvis; its thick black head covering her belly button. It didn't seem possible that something so large would fit inside Nina—but as I'd seen two weeks ago, somehow it could.

As if reading my mind, Dante adjusted his hips, bringing his cock down towards Nina's entrance. My viewing angle was perfect. I saw Dante's head reach her opening... and a moment later, slip inside. But Dante encountered resistance as he slowly pressed forward; Nina needed time to accommodate his girth. I was reminded of a hydraulic press—Dante's rod was like steel, stretching Nina around him as he slowly penetrated deeper and deeper inside. At last, he had filled her completely, his hips coming to rest against hers.

The pure pleasure on both their faces was obvious. Despite myself, I felt another twinge of jealousy.

"Fuck," Dante gasped as he bottomed out. Nina didn't respond, but she stared at Dante with uninhibited lust, her mouth gaping open and eyebrows drawn together in a state of aroused shock. Once, I never would have imagined my sheltered, homeschooled fiancé could make such an expression, but here she was. A second time.

Somehow Dante was able to tear his eyes away from the scene, and he glanced over at me.

"Shaun, your girl is a fucking smokeshow. I hope you realize how lucky you are."

"Oh, I do," I said truthfully.

Dante looked back at Nina, who still couldn't seem to take her eyes off him.

"And you, Nina—you're just as lucky. You have a guy who loves you so much that he'll make sure you get the pleasure you deserve. Even if it comes from another man. That's true dedication there. You should thank him for it."

It took Nina a moment to process Dante's words, but once she did, she glanced over at me. "Thank you," she mouthed.

Just as Nina was giving me her thanks, Dante pulled his hips back slightly before smoothly pushing forward again. Nina still had eye contact with me, and as Dante thrust into her, I saw the pleasure reach her very soul.

"Good," Dante said approvingly to Nina. "But you should be more specific. It means more that way."

As he spoke, Dante gave Nina another slow thrust, causing her to close her eyes and bite her lip involuntarily. She moaned softly.

When her eyes fluttered back open, she was still looking at me, but it was obvious she was in her own world. She emerged just briefly enough to follow Dante's instruction.

"Shaun. Thanks for being okay... with this. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I responded, transfixed by the surrealness of this entire situation. We'd only just met Dante a few months ago and now he was balls-deep inside Nina—and she was thanking me for it! How the hell had this happened? Ultimately, the how didn't matter—the fact remained that it was happening. This was the wildest experience of my life.

Dante watched our exchange with mild amusement. He looked like he considered stringing Nina along some more, but instead he reeled her back in.

"That was sweet. But don't look at Shaun too long. You don't want to make him uncomfortable, do you?"

Nina glanced back at Dante and shook her head. Dante grinned. "That's better. You've got plenty to focus on here anyway."

To emphasize his point, Dante wrapped one of his arms around Nina's legs, locking them in place against his chest. Spread on his shoulders as they were, they formed a V that highlighted his point of penetration. Nina's eyes naturally fell to the tip of the V, where she watched Dante's cock begin to steadily slide in and out of her.

I couldn't see his cock myself anymore, but I could see Nina's reaction to it. She had shed all inhibitions and was openly displaying her lust for Dante. For his part, Dante focused on his rhythm, rolling his hips smoothly as he slid himself into Nina. His cock must have been plenty lubricated by now, as he encountered no resistance to his thrusts. As his speed increased, Nina's body began to bounce slightly from the momentum. To keep her boobs from jiggling too wildly, she covered them with her hands, pressing them in place.

The gesture inspired Dante. "Play with your tits," he directed.

Nina acquiesced and began to squeeze her nipples gently. Dante moaned approvingly. "Damn, Nina," was all he managed between breaths.

Their fuck soon entered a new phase. It became animalistic—all that mattered was the pleasure that they were giving each other. I didn't know how Dante managed to keep his rapid pace against Nina, but he did. It was just what she needed too—it wasn't long before Nina had tilted her head back, mouth open in ecstasy. She moved her legs down to Dante's waist, clenching him against her. It seemed a vain attempt to force even more of Dante's girth inside her—she was already plenty stuffed. Somehow, Dante never faltered during this adjustment; he continued to pound Nina steadily, ratcheting her pleasure further with every thrust.

The sounds of their fucking filled the room; the smell of sex permeated the air. I watched with a mixture of awe and jealousy as Dante brought Nina closer and closer to her climax. And suddenly—it arrived. Nina moaned deeply and arched her back off the table. Her entire body seemed to contract into itself as her muscles all fired simultaneously. Cries of rapturous pleasure escaped Nina's mouth, before at last her body fell limp once more.

Dante wasn't far behind. He let out a soft "oh fuck," before he jerked his hips backwards. Cum was spraying from his cock as soon as it was free of Nina's pussy, and it splattered over her body much like mine had earlier.

It was an incredibly sexy scene, even with the action finished. Dante's cock lay over Nina's pelvis, residual cum still leaking from his head onto her belly as it deflated. Nina was covered in a mixture of sweat, oil, and semen, which somehow made her even sexier to me than usual. Dante couldn't seem to take his eyes off Nina, no doubt admiring his handiwork. Nina was in the afterglow of her orgasm, a huge smile plastered on her face, staring absentmindedly back at Dante.

As I took all of this in from the couch, I realized that Dante's withdrawal had been a tad delayed. I suspected a few of his bursts had landed inside Nina, rather than on her. I wasn't worried about pregnancy—thank God for birth control—but still... it meant that Dante inseminated Nina before I had. Stupid thing to be bothered by, considering I'd let him fuck her in the first place, but it was my first reaction.

Regardless, it was done. Nina had gotten the release she needed. And now that Dante had done his job, I'd have her all to myself again.

I somehow managed to push myself off the couch and hobble to the table. Dante obediently stepped away, giving Nina and I some space.

I grabbed the same towel Dante had given me earlier and passed it over. "Guess it's your turn for cleanup."

Dante took it with a wry smile. "Guess so." He gave Nina a quick wipe-down, then stepped away again. I took Nina's hand in mine.

"How do you feel?" I asked her.

Nina's body was still incredibly flushed, and her breath hadn't quite returned to normal. She looked up at me, grinning widely. "Amazing. Shaun, I'm so sorry that I made you wait to do this. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Of course," I said, stroking her hair affectionately. "And I'm sorry that I didn't say something sooner. I guess I didn't realize how much it bothered me."

Nina squeezed my hand affectionately. "Well, we're definitely good now. What do you say you help me off the table, and then we shower off together?"

"Of course," I agreed, pulling her to her feet.

I noticed Dante watching us, amused. "Aren't you two cute?"

I tilted my head towards him appreciatively. "Dante, I know this might be weird for me to say... but thanks for your help tonight."

Dante laughed. "Trust me, Shaun. Pleasure was all mine. But go take care of your girl. I'll finish up here."

I followed his advice.

That night, Nina and I were practically attached at the hip. After showering together, we spent the rest of the evening in our room, venturing out only briefly for a snack. Nina had some studying she had to do, but she stopped early and crawled into bed with me. We spent several minutes enjoying each other's company, cuddling and giggling together. As we wound down, though, our conversation turned more serious.

"You really aren't mad at me for sleeping with Dante?" Nina asked, her voice soft and vulnerable. "I know you gave him permission today, but that first time... I shouldn't have done it. I still don't know why I did. It was like I wasn't in control of my body, and I couldn't help myself. But it was wrong, and you deserve better. I wouldn't blame you at all for being upset."

Now that Nina had cooled down, it seemed her conscience had started to dig at her. The truth was that I wasn't sure how I felt about her indiscretion. I knew I should have been furious that Nina had slept with another man. And normally I would have been. But this situation seemed different, somehow. Maybe it was a sign of how secure I felt in the relationship. Or maybe there was something about Dante himself that put me at ease. Or maybe most of all, I personally had benefitted—after all, I'd now finally been able to sleep with my fiancé.

I was still a bit jealous of Dante—jealousy enhanced by his objectively superior performance—but that was it: jealousy, not anger. And I certainly wasn't mad at Nina.

I shared these thoughts (minus the one about Dante's performance) with her.

Nina nodded thoughtfully, sensing that I was telling the truth. "I appreciate you more than you know, Shaun. And it's kind of exciting now, isn't it? It's like our relationship has reached a whole new depth. If nothing else, our nights together will be a lot more interesting," she teased.

"Damn, babe! Here I am still worn out, and you're over here thinking about next time! Give a man a chance to rest, first!"

Nina giggled and squeezed my cock affectionately. "Fine, I'll be patient," she fake-pouted, before turning serious again. "And Shaun, just so you know, I really do appreciate what you did for me today... with Dante, I mean. It's not how I pictured our first time to go, but it was an amazing gesture anyway. I've never had such a caring relationship before. Just so you know, though, I would have been fine even if you hadn't brought Dante in. I didn't need an orgasm for my first time with you to be special. Besides, it felt good anyway."

Nina's compassionate sincerity melted my heart. I tried to keep my voice steady as I responded. "Thanks for saying that. I love you, Nina. So much."

"I love you too, Shaun," she replied, smiling.

We kissed and cuddled goodnight.

Author's note: Don't worry, this story has plenty left in it. I want to take the time to do it justice though, so my pace isn't likely to be as fast as the first three chapters. Still, I am fully committed to it, and I won't leave it hanging. Enjoy.