After Xander was gone, Buffy finally let her guard down. Let herself relax.
"God Will," she sighed. Flopping down on the couch. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
A half hour later, Buffy was still on the couch. With her feet up. She'd opened up a bottle of champagne. And poured herself a glass. Two actually. The first one was a little dusty for her liking. Then, Buffy heard three loud knocks on the door. Her heart jumped.
Was it Xander? Again? Was he back? Had he changed his mind? Was he going to try to seduce her?
"Concierge madam," the loud voice called.
Buffy exhaled.
"I'll be right there," she said.
When Buffy opened the door, it indeed was the concierge. He was holding a paper bag. His name tag read David.
"Your husband dropped these on the floor," David said. Handing Buffy a package. His eyes darting away. Out of embarrassment. "During the…unpleasantness."
"Oh," Buffy said. "Right. Thanks."
She took the bag. He waited. Looking at her. Expectantly.
"Oh right," Buffy said. The tip. I'm rich now. I have to remember these things. She retrieved her purse and pulled out a $100 dollar note from it. Hoping it was enough.
"Thank you, madam," David said. Smoothly pocketing the note. "Wallet. Watch. Phone. Please do let us know if any valuables are missing."
"It looks like everything is there," Buffy said. With a kind smile. "Thanks again."
Buffy returned to the couch. Resumed drinking her champagne.
A little while later, William's phone buzzed. Then, it buzzed again.
Buffy wondered who was sending her husband messages. At this unearthly hour.
No, she thought. I shouldn't.
But curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the phone. She entered his password (her birthday, of course.)
It was an alert from an app. Named "Cuckold Husbands."
Buffy gasped. She nearly dropped the phone. With shaking hands, she clicked on it. Which went straight to the account. The account name was WilliamPratt22.
The display picture was of them. Her and William. On vacation. Arm in arm. He was in a T-shirt. Holding a beer. And wearing glasses. To be honest, he looked kind of dorky.
She was in her one-piece yellow bikini. Wearing black sunglasses and a white, wide-brimmed hat. From under which her blond locks were flowing in loose waves.
What the hell? Buffy thought. At first, she couldn't believe it. William? Her husband? On this app? Impossible.
Then, the phone buzzed again. It was the inbox of the app. She clicked on it again. And saw that it was filled with messages. Hundreds upon hundreds of messages. From men. All saying the filthiest things imaginable about her.
"Oh my god," Buffy whispered.
Buffy then looked at his search history. It was filled with searches about cuckold husbands. And cuckolding. His phone had numerous videos of petite blondes getting fucked. All of them looking like her. In front of their husbands. Buffy was dazed. Stunned.
It's just a fantasy, Buffy told herself. It's not real. It can't be real.
Buffy returned to the app. This time, she noticed the outbox icon.
Buffy clicked on it. There were several messages with different men. Going back and forth. Most of them not using their real names. Or having no icons as their display pics.
But then Buffy's eyes fell on a message William had sent earlier today. It was a conversation he'd been having with someone named Mike. She clicked on his display picture. She expected a weirdo of some kind. Instead, Mike looked like a nice, normal guy. Handsome, in a guy next door way.
"Huh," Buffy said.
Buffy scrolled upwards. To the beginning of the latest conversation. It began two nights ago. The night she'd spent with Xander.
"I just left Buffy with another man," William had written. "I'm literally shaking right now. Fuck."
Oh my god, Buffy thought.
"Congratulations," Mike said. "You finally did it, mate. I'm so fucking happy for you."
"Thanks." William responded. "It's strictly a one-time thing though, looks like."
"A one night thing you mean?" Mike had responded. With a wink emoji and a few eggplants.
"You must be so turned on right now, right?" Mike added. "I can't even imagine bro."
"Yeah," William said. "It's fucking hot, innit?"
Oh god, Buffy thought. Will.
But she continued reading the conversation.
"Tell me about him," Mike said. "I wanna know everything."
"We met on vacation," William said. Clearly unwilling to share information.
"What else?" Mike asked. "Gimme something man."
"He's rich," William said. "Beyond rich actually. A real alpha male type."
"Good looking?" Mike asked. "Good body?"
"I guess," William said. "To some women. Great body."
"Jesus," Mike replied. "Good looking, rich and alpha. First time out. Talk about a dream cum true. You really hit the jackpot."
"Yeah," William said. "I guess."
"I'm proud of you man," Mike said. "You took the first step. Finally."
This can't be real, Buffy thought. It can't.
But she continued reading the conversation.
"Yeah," William said. "I still can't believe it happened."
"It's happening," Mike said. "Your sexy wife is probably getting fucked by another man right now. You realise that, right?"
"Yeah," William said. "Christ. I'm so hard, I can't think straight."
"I just wish you'd given me the privilege bro," Mike said. "Of popping your and Buffy's cherry. Like we talked about doing."
Buffy nearly dropped the phone.
William had talked about it? Letting this Mike, whoever he was, fuck her? What the fuck?
"Mike…." William began.
"I mean, we're friends," Mike said. "Right?"
"I guess," William replied.
"So, you know I would treat her right," Mike said. "Like she deserves. You too bro."
"I know," William replied. "It wasn't like I planned this. Things just…kinda got out of control."
Now, Buffy thought back to the evening in question. When she met and Xander in the casino. She thought back to that moment. When William interrupted them.
Buffy had known Xander wanted her. As had William. Yet, her husband had shaken the billionaire's hand. And held onto it for just a little too long. She'd read it as jealousy.
It was jealousy. Wasn't it? Buffy wondered. Or was it something else?
Then, William had surprised her. By accepting Xander's offer to entertain them. They'd hit the clubs. A few of them owned by Xander. Buffy had asked William to dance. But he'd declined. As had Xander. So, she'd torn up the dance floor. All by herself. Finding herself enjoying all the male attention directed towards her.
Xander had stared at her. Hungrily. Openly. He wanted her. She knew it. As did William. She'd seen her husband making note of the fact throughout the evening.
More than once. His eyes narrowing. His jaw tightening. She'd found Will's jealousy and Xander's desire a heady combination. Leaving her amused and excited in equal measure.
Yet, William had said nothing. In fact, he even excused himself at one point. Saying he needed to go to the bathroom. Leaving her alone with Xander. Had he been testing her? Seeing if she was into it?
Did…did William secretly want this? Buffy wondered.
Then, at Xander's Penthouse. Buffy had pushed for the offer. Because she was convinced it was the quickest and easiest way to solve their financial woes. William had resisted. Hadn't he? Now, that she thought about it, had he given way too easily? Or was she imagining it?
Was it possible he wanted it too? Buffy wasn't sure. Her head was swimming. She decided to continue reading the conversation.
"I understand completely," Mike said. "And I'm here for you. In fact, I can catch a flight to wherever you are. To support you. And you can finally introduce me to Buffy."
Jesus, Buffy thought. Mike wasn't wasting any time at all.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea mate," William replied.
"Come on man. You've finally taken the first step," Mike soothed. "The hardest part is over."
"I know," William replied.
"I'm just trying to help you both get to the next level, " Mike said. "She was into it, right?"
"I think so," William replied. "Yeah. She was. For sure."
"I bet she was," Mike said. "I bet she's loving it. Taking another man's dick."
"Yeah," William said.
"The three of us need to get together man," Mike said. "Like soon."
"Yeah," William said. "Maybe."
"Come on Will," Mike said. "You want it as much as I do. Admit it, mate."
William didn't respond to that. Now, Mike seemed to seize on the lack of response. Taking it as a tacit admission.
"I'm going to fuck Buffy, Will," Mike said. "It's gonna happen, mate. You know it. And I know it."
Still no response.
"Yeah," Mike said. "One of these days, you're finally going to invite me over for dinner. I can't wait to meet that gorgeous wife of yours."
Again, no response.
"I'm going to enjoy myself," Mike continued. "Flirting with her all evening. While you watch."
The next response was from William came five minutes later.
"And then?" William asked.
William's response left Buffy stunned. Shocked.
Oh, she thought. Oh my god. Will.
"You're gonna excuse yourself," Mike said. "Leave us alone. For five minutes. That's when I'll finally make my move on her."
"She won't go for it," William responded. "She said this was a strictly one-time thing."
"See, I don't think so," Mike said. "In fact, I think it's gonna turn her on. She clearly has a naughty side."
"You think so?" William asked.
"I know so," Mike replied. "In fact, I bet she even suggests doing it in your bed. Where you both sleep."
"Jesus Christ, Mike," William wrote.
"Oh god," Buffy whispered.
But she couldn't stop reading. It was like witnessing a car crash.
"You gonna take the couch, mate?" Mike taunted. "Or are you gonna stick around and watch your beautiful wife getting fucked?"
Now, William's responses stopped. And Mike seemed to take over the conversation entirely.
"Knowing isn't gonna be enough for you," Mike said. "Not anymore. You need to see it for yourself now. Me and Buffy. In bed."
"You jerking off right now, mate?" Mike asked. "Huh? Thinking about me and your wife in bed? I bet you are."
"I'm gonna do Buffy doggystyle," Mike continued. "Right in front of you. So that you two can stare into each other' eyes. Tell each other how much you love each other."
Buffy had read enough. She let the phone drop onto the sofa. Then, sat back. In a daze.
Buffy knew she ought not to throw stones. After all, she'd slept with another man. For money. But still. That was to help them. Out of a dire, desperate situation. But this? This was different. This was sick. Twisted. Depraved.
Buffy still couldn't believe it. Will? Wanted this? It didn't make sense. Did it?
She felt gross. And wigged out. In need of a shower. So she took one. Then had a long, hot soak in the tub. Shutting everything out.
Later, Buffy lay in bed. Wondering what she'd say to Will tomorrow. Who he was. If she even knew him really. Fiddling nervously with her wedding ring.
Is it possible, she wondered. Did Will actually want this? For me and Xander to….
"He can't," Buffy said to herself. "It's not possible."
Yet, Buffy found her belly fluttering. Her breathing quickened. Her left hand, of its own accord, moved to her breast. Which she squeezed.
And him…oh god…
"Mmmmm," Buffy said. Licking her lips. Her right hand moved to her pussy.
"Oh fuck," she whispered.
Just then, Buffy froze. Her eyes opened.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh my god."