Patreon Exclusive: Comfort Zone! (Patreon)

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I am proud to introduce my new story, "Comfort Zone"! It's much longer than my usual patreon exclusives, and took a lot of work. Part of the reason why is the special feature of this particular story.

For this story, you, my Patrons, will be choosing the ending! Inspired by the really great, fruitful conversations we had on the post about cuckolding stories the other day, I have written three endings to "Comfort Zone". Each ending has a different level of darkness and harshness. You will all vote on the ending you like the best and that will become the "official" ending, with the others becoming alternate endings.

So what is the story about?

Tags: Cuckold, Betrayal, Cheating, Rival/Enemy, Drug Use (Someone has their drink spiked), feet, SPH, exhibitionism, humiliation

And here is the main female lead (Or, at least, close to how I see her)

Paige Weiss: a college sophomore who loves her boyfriend, but loves adventure and trying new experiences more! Both in life, and in the bedroom.

Please comment if you liked the story, or if you have constructive feedback. I always love to hear it! Also, I would love to hear which ending you like the most and why!

Without further ado, here is "Comfort Zone"! I really hope you enjoy it, because this one took a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to write!

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Paige and I are just, on a fundamental level, two very different people.

If one thing defines my girlfriend Paige, it's her lust for life. She loves excitement. Meeting new people. Going to parties. Exploring the city and going places she’s never been. Trying things she’s never tried. The common theme is new experiences. Paige wants to see it all.

I don’t have the same instincts. My idea of a good Friday night is curling up with a TV show or game and binging until I pass out. Often they aren’t even new games or TV shows, just old favorites played again and again. In other words, I’m a homebody. Even my introverted friends sometimes called me a stick in the mud before I met Paige.

So how did we get together? It’s a good question: it surprises me that we ended up together too. Paige, in typical Paige style, was taking a computer science course for the sheer hell of it, because it was something she knew nothing about, and she felt curious. Surprise surprise, by the end of the first month, she was struggling a little.

Paige is a fucking knockout. Stunning blue eyes that are always alive with a hint of mischief, messy raven hair, and plump, kissable lips that can make guys fantasize just by looking at them. Not to mention a slim little body that still has curves in all the right places. In other words, she’s so far out of my fucking league that we might as well live on different planets as far as dating is concerned. Or so I thought.

I genuinely didn’t have intentions of asking Paige out when I offered to help her study. I just don’t have the balls to assume a super-model-level beauty like Paige would be interested in me. But she not only jumped at the chance to study with me, but got really interested and invested in me as a person when we did meet up. Soon, she was asking me to hang out and come to events with her that had nothing to do with homework. I was floored when she kissed me one night after a concert she invited me to. Even after hanging out regularly for weeks, I still couldn’t register the fact that this gorgeous girl was into me. (Paige refuses to accept this interpretation, of course, loyally insisting that I am a handsome stud with an awesome body that she had been checking out since the first day of class.)

Sometimes I worry that Paige and I are just too different. We’re like oil and water. She’s the most extreme extrovert I’ve ever met, and she needs to be constantly meeting new people and doing new, crazy things. One weekend skydiving, the next weekend horseback riding. I, on the other hand, need peace and quiet and relaxation.

I brought this up to Paige once, and she gave me one of her loving, crooked smiles, pulling me close as we lay together in bed. “That’s bullshit, babe,” she whispered in my ear, hugging me tight, “We’re not oil and water. We’re peanut butter and chocolate. You anchor me and help me appreciate the smaller things. And I pull you out of your comfort zone and help you stretch yourself a little. Opposites attract, babe, everyone knows it.”

Her loving answer to my anxieties was exactly what I needed to hear, and since then I've done my best to live up to my half of the bargain: to leave my comfort zone and stretch myself a little, while keeping Paige’s feet on the ground.

So now I'm going to wild parties, and going bungee jumping, or whatever new experience Paige has lined up for us. Paige has delighted in pushing me further and further to try new things.

And not just for weekend activities. In bed too.

Paige brings the same attitude to her sex life as she does to the rest of her life. She always wants to try new things and explore new sensations. And I have to admit, this is an area that I find a lot more fun than wild parties and extreme sports. We tried it all. Bondage. Exhibitionism. You name it, Paige has at least floated the idea that we give it a try. I had to train myself to be a good dom when Paige went through a submissive kick, becoming first her “Master” in bed, then her “Daddy”, when she wanted to explore kinkier fantasies.

Later, she became interested in becoming a dom herself. And that’s how the whole problem started. Because Paige was willing to try anything, and frequently did research on different kinky sex games to play with a partner. So naturally, she eventually discovered cuckold fantasies.

And Paige was willing to try anything once.

When she brought the fetish up to me, I was lukewarm on the idea. She didn’t suggest actual cuckolding, of course, just a little roleplay dirty talk to explore how it made us feel. It didn’t make me insecure or surprised at all to hear her suggest it. Like I said, Paige was addicted to sexual novelty, so her interest in cuckold roleplay didn’t mean she was thinking about other guys. I had heard of cuckolding before, but it had never really interested me. Why would I want other men fucking Paige? I didn’t put much thought into it beyond that.

But I remembered my part of the relationship. I had to get out of my tight, restrictive comfort zone, and stretch myself a little. What was the harm in a little roleplay? If it was a dud, it wouldn’t have been the first time that a bedroom experiment had fizzled with no harm done.

So that was how I ended up naked, lying back on our bed while my gorgeous girlfriend lay snuggled up to my side, squirting lube into her hand and staring at me with eager eyes and a mischievous smile, ready to spin a dirty story about how bad she wanted to fuck other men.

“You know, babe,” she said mildly, running her fingers teasingly over my half-erect cock, leaving shining, oily trails on my skin. “I was thinking about how you’re always saying I’m out of your league…” Paige leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my ear, then whispered in a low, heated voice, “... and I think you might be right.”

Her sultry voice and the light touch of her fingertips on my cock were doing their work, and my cock was rapidly stiffening. “I think maybe I could go out tonight and find a different dick to try out with no problem at all. And you knoooow how I like trying new things, babe.” For the first time, I felt a little stab of jealousy as I noticed that Paige’s cute little nipples had grown as stiff as my cock. They scraped against my arm, hard as pebbles, as Paige finally wrapped her palm around my cock.

I had been hoping that we would quickly decide this whole fetish was silly and give up, but it was clear that something about this was turning Paige on, which made me feel a little strange. “I mean, why settle for this?” she asked with a lopsided grin, giving my cock a dismissive little slap, “When I could shop around a little and find a real monster?” It was unpleasant, sure: the thought of Paige going out to a bar and bringing home a stranger felt wrong. But it also felt… dirty. Filthy and arousing in a way I hadn’t anticipated. The thought of my sweet, affectionate girlfriend treating me like I was beneath her held a sick fascination, and the fact that this demeaning talk was turning her on only added to that feeling.

“You would still take me back, right, Daddy?” she asked with mocking sweetness, batting her eyelashes over her beautiful blue eyes as she increased the pace of her squishy, oily handjob. “Even after I let a big, bad man have his way with me? Would you welcome me home with a kiss, even if you didn’t know where my lips had been that night?”

I grunted and shifted. Paige’s hand suddenly felt really good on my throbbing cock. Her eyes lit up with excited interest. Shit. If she thought that I enjoyed this too much, I would never hear the end of it. I tried to calm down and look as disinterested as possible, even as my diamond-hard erection gave me away. “Maybe you could soothe my sore little pussy with your tongue, babe,” she suggested wickedly, moving her hand faster and faster. “And I could tell you all about the things a stranger did to your girlfriend that you would never ever be able to manage with this little thing.”

I breathed heavily in and out of my nose and closed my eyes, trying to tune out the stimulus and avoid cumming.

“But then again,” said Paige, her voice dripping with amusement, “Why look for a stranger when I already know lots of guys who would be more than willing to take care of me? Ooh, how about… Liam? We’ve kissed before. Did you know that? And based on his performance then, and the shape I felt pressed against my thigh, I think we would be great in bed.”

My eyes flew wide open and I came. Buckets. It was mortifying: Paige giggled in shocked glee as I spurted out one of the biggest loads of my young life all over her hands and my body. My hips strained against my girlfriend’s hand and an involuntary grunt erupted from my open mouth.

Ok so, backing up a little… I fucking hate Liam King. He is the man who annoys me most in the entire world. Maybe my hatred is a little unearned. It’s not like Liam killed my dog or something. He’s just a cocky prick that I have to deal with on a semifrequent basis: the computer science major at my college isn’t huge, so you end up taking a lot of classes with the same people again and again.

Liam rubbed me the wrong way from the beginning. Picture a computer science major. Sometimes, the stereotypes are rooted in the truth. A lot of computer science types are, to put it generously, not the most popular kids on campus. I like to think, despite being a little boring, I buck many of those stereotypes. But If I buck the stereotypes, Liam shatters them. With his chiseled good looks, rippling muscles, and unshakeable confidence, he makes women swoon when he walks into the room. He is a major player on the campus party scene, a serial womanizer, and, most unforgivably, the wunderkind star pupil of the entire computer science program.

If he had just one flaw or weakness, it would be a lot easier to write him off. But Liam seemed to succeed easily at whatever he put his mind to. He was the favorite of all the professors, and it was easy to get overshadowed by him whenever you were unlucky enough to share a class. Even before that particular hand job, I sometimes reflected that I was lucky Liam didn’t happen to be taking the class I shared with Paige. He would have been all over the gorgeous girl in class from the beginning, and who knows what would have happened.

There are some people who are great at everything but are actually really nice and humble. If Liam was like that, he would be annoying, but harmless. But that isn’t him at all. Liam is just perfect, he’s an egotistical prick about it. He never misses a chance to rub his success with women and academics in everyone’s face.

So the sudden filthy image of my girlfriend running to the cocky, good-looking guy that I hate, and fucking him because she sees him as better than me, just like everyone else does… it flipped a switch in me. The idea was wrong, and upsetting, and painful, but it was also dirty and taboo and deeply arousing. It was the same feeling caused by all of the other cuckold dirty talk she had just been whispering in my ear but turned up to eleven.

When I saw my girlfriend biting her lip with thrilled excitement, her hand dripping with my thick jizz, I knew that I had made a major fuckup. When Paige finds something interesting, she really latches onto it. It will become her major obsession for a while before she finds her next thing. When she found out we both liked Daddy roleplay, for instance, that was all she wanted to do for a month before she got bored. And I could tell by the light in her eyes that cuckold dirty talk was her new thing.

When Paige got this way, the only thing to do was ride it out and wait for her to discover the next obsession. I could only hope that this one would be short.

“Well, Ole Faithful,” she teased playfully, wiping her hand on my chest, “I was going to say I would grab you a wet wipe, but I don’t think that will do the trick this time. Let’s take a little shower just you and me, babe.” With a wink, she rose from the bed and swayed seductively toward the bathroom, beckoning me to follow.

As Paige turned on the hot spray and pulled me beneath it, she noticed my sullen mood. Her lips pursed together into a pout. “Awwww, c’mon, Daddy,” she said softly, hugging me from behind and pressing her still-stiff nipples into my back. She still slips back into calling me Daddy in private when she’s trying to butter me up. She knows how much I like it. “Don’t pretend that you didn’t enjoy our little dirty talk session. There’s almost a gallon of evidence that you loved it,” she added with a giggle, rubbing her hands over my stomach to help wash away the sticky mess there.

“I don’t know babe,” I said with a grimace, cringing away from her ticklish fingers. “It’s just… it was a little intense, some of the stuff you were saying. I’m not saying that it didn’t turn me on, but it also made me feel a little, I don’t know, bad at the same time.”

“But that’s what’s fun about it, Daddy!” insisted Paige, gently kissing my shoulder. “Pushing the boundaries a little is what this was all about. It’s always a little uncomfy when you leave that safe little comfort zone. But that’s where all the excitement is. Besides, you know that all the stuff I was saying in there was bullshit. That’s the point! I don’t want to have sex with other guys, just the same way you aren’t actually my Dad, dummy.”

I sighed and relaxed a little. She was right of course. Just because my girlfriend is good at dirty talk doesn’t make that dirty talk true. But there was just one line that stuck in my mind a little. “So you never made out with Liam King?” I asked.

“Oh…” said Paige, a little surprised by the question. Then she paused. And my stomach swooped and flipped with sudden shock. “No… sorry, babe. That was true. I threw in a juicy fact to spice things up.”

“Oh my God,” I groaned, covering my eyes with my hands. It was an awful revelation, that the love of my life had been… sampled by the guy I hated most in the world. Paige wasn’t aware of how deeply I loathed Liam, but she did know that I disliked him, which was probably why she had added it as a spicy twist to our dirty talk. “How?” I asked, unable to stop myself, “Why?” My traitorous cock, despite just cumming, began to twitch and stiffen, to my mischievous girlfriend’s obvious glee.

Her hands snaked around me and began slowly pumping my cock again beneath the cascading warm shower water. “Oh my God babe, so it’s not just the cuck thing… it’s also Liam in particular,” she observed with a giggle. I cursed myself for focusing her obsession further. “Well, unfortunately for you, you little perv, it’s not much of a story. We were both at a party. We were both drinking. We were both single. We had nothing better to do. That sort of thing happens at parties all the time.”

I breathed heavily as Paige’s expert fingers brought me back to full stiffness. “S-so, before you met me, you made out with Liam King,” I asked her to confirm, like probing a sore with your tongue because you can’t help it.

“Wellll…” said Paige thoughtfully, her voice dripping with teasing malice, “Not exactly.”

“What?” I asked, my heart racing, “What do you mean?”

“This happened after we met,” she whispered in my ear. My cock twitched powerfully in her slim hands. “But before we started dating, obviously,” she added in a more normal voice.

Still, the thought was upsetting. The cute girl that I was getting attracted to, who I had invited to study with me, went to a party and made out with a guy I hated that same weekend.

“Did… did you have sex with him?” I asked, my mouth dry and my cock tingling in my girlfriend’s hands.

“Of course not,” said Paige dismissively. “I would have told you that in my dirty talk if I had… but I thought about it.” The admission sent another spiral of dark lust through my belly, and I found myself close to orgasm once again.

“And you wanna know what happened between me and Liam after that, Daddy?” my girlfriend asked in a sultry voice.

“What?” I asked, bracing for the worst.

Paige spun me around, looking up into my eyes with a fond smirk. “Nothing, idiot. Because I started dating a great guy that makes me happy. Now, fuck your girlfriend like you mean it, Daddy. Outside of silly fantasies, this pussy is all yours.”

As twisted and dark as the cuckold roleplay had been, the sweet, tender aftercare sex was cathartic and wholesome enough to make up for it.

But Paige didn’t forget her new favorite bedroom game, and, even though I felt conflicted about it, cuckold roleplay became a heavy staple in our bedroom beginning that night. And every time, Paige would make me cum to some filthy talk about her and Liam.

Which is probably why things happened the way they did two weeks later when we went to our first rave.

…

A rave.

Paige didn’t give me much of a warning for this particular outing. She came to me Thursday evening after a girl’s night with a friend, practically vibrating with excitement about the opportunity to try something new, and informed me that we would be spending our Friday night at a trendy club, experiencing a rave for the first time.

She looked starry-eyed as she described the pulsing lights, the live DJ, the pounding rhythms.

I couldn’t stop imagining the head-splitting volume, the late, late end time, and a crowded venue of people drunk… or worse. But I let my annoyance out in one long exhale. If I made my decisions about what to attend based on if they sounded like a hassle, I would never leave the house.

I smiled and summoned up some excitement to share with my loving, grinning girlfriend.

So that was how I found myself waiting in the living room for Paige to finish changing, nervously adjusting the most “rave-worthy” outfit I could find in our closet. Just a tight shirt that showed off my slim, lean build and a pair of ripped jeans. Not incredible, but I hoped fashionable enough to pass without comment. I fidgeted absently with my phone, sitting on the couch in the familiar position of boyfriends everywhere: waiting for my girlfriend to finish getting ready.

I turned as I heard the bedroom door finally creak open, revealing Paige in her stunning rave outfit.

Her makeup was heavy and immaculate, and she had chosen big, eye-catching golden hoop earrings tonight. She wore a skimpy black bikini top that accentuated her firm little breasts just as much as it hid them, and the only other thing she wore on top was some sort of mesh sleeves and a tight black choker, leaving her toned, flat tummy exposed. Below, she wore a tiny leather miniskirt and ripped fishnet stockings

The overall look was somehow stylish and cute while at the same time a little trashy, oozing red-hot sexuality. My mouth fell open, and Paige lit up at the stunned expression on my face as she swayed across the room.

“Somebody likes my outfit,” she giggled, leaning over to give me a sweet kiss, giving me an incredible view of her cleavage in the process.

“Do people normally dress that… I mean, like that at raves?” I asked incredulously, my eyes roaming over my girlfriend’s sexy, exposed body.

“Well, some people don’t” admitted Paige innocently, stepping back to preen and show off a little for my fascinated gaze. “But I wanted to give my boyfriend a little eye candy tonight.” She turned a gave me a wicked wink over her shoulder. “And if some other boys get a little taste of that same eye candy, what’s the harm in that?”

I felt my cock stir to life in my pants. It was practically a Pavlovian response at this point.

“But don’t worry, Daddy,” she said sweetly, “There’s a kinky little secret to this outfit that just you and I know.” Her wicked eyes flicked down as she stood above me. “Why don’t you take a little feel, Daddy? See what kind of panties your girlfriend picked out for tonight.”

Egged on by her crooked smile, I ran a curious hand up her inner thigh, beneath her skirt…

… and directly onto the warm, soft flesh of her exposed pussy.

“I guess I had better be really careful to cross my legs when I sit down, Daddy,” said Paige with a giggle. “Otherwise our secret might not stay so secret for very long. I'm sure there will be lots of cute guys at the rave who would be very interested to discover what’s under my skirt tonight…”

This cuckold fantasy was the heaviest obsession I had ever seen Paige fall under, and for two weeks we hadn’t had sex without at least a little cuckold dirty talk. At least this time the topic wasn’t… you know who. I tried hard not to think about him. Because that caused an even stronger, deeper Pavlovian response from my cock.

But I had gotten relieved too soon.

“Maybe your best friend Liam will be there,” said Paige in a smoky voice. She sank down onto my lap, straddling me and pressing her naked pussy against the suddenly growing bulge in my pants. “And he could get a goooood look at your girlfriend’s beautiful body.” Paige’s hips moved slightly, allowing her to feel my hardening cock press directly against her pussy. She smirked as she received confirmation that talking about my hated rival was having its intended effect.

“N-no chance,” I said, trying to sound confident, “There are a hundred parties in the city tonight. What are the chances that Liam happens to be at this one?”

But Paige’s cocky grin didn’t falter, and she began gently grinding her hips down into the growing bulge in my pants. “What if I told you that there is a very, very good chance Liam will be there tonight?” she asked teasingly.

“What do you mean babe?” I asked in a nervous voice, my heart beginning to beat faster.

“Well… it's just that Tara had allll the gossip when I was out with her yesterday,” explained Paige, her liquid hip movements ramping up in intensity. “Word is that Liam just broke things off with the girl he was hooking up with. And he’s going to the rave tonight.”

I remembered Paige’s giddy excitement last night after Tara told her about the rave. This new information cast the memory in a disturbing light. I looked at the obviously slutty outfit my girlfriend had chosen with fresh eyes. My cock throbbed in my pants beneath the steady, grinding pressure of Paige’s hips.

“Just imagine it, Daddy,” purred Paige, loosely draping her hands around my neck and staring at me with wicked eyes as she continued swirling her hips, “Liam King, big man on campus, out on the prowl for pussy. Just going into that rave in this outfit will be like tying a steak around my neck and jumping into a tiger cage.”

“Do you have what it takes to stop him, babe?” she asked, her bright blue eyes locked on mine. She dipped her head to nip at my ear before whispering in my ear, “... To stop us? I’ve heard this club we are going to is pretty kinky. They have special rooms set aside for people who just can’t wait to make it home…”

“Paige,” I protested in a strangled voice, “Th-this is just a fantasy, right? Dirty talk. You wouldn’t actually… with Liam…” I couldn’t complete the thought. Paige laughed and kissed me on the nose, shaking her head as if I was being silly as she got up off my lap.

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” she said solemnly, “I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to do. I promise.”

It wasn’t until after we left for the rave that I realized she hadn’t actually denied what I was saying.

…

The club was exactly as I imagined it. Loud, crowded, and hot. I could tell by Paige’s beaming face that it looked vibrant and exciting to her. To me, it looked like a headache, even apart from the erotic danger that Paige had hung over my head.

It seemed that one of the main reasons Paige wanted to come tonight was the opportunity to push the envelope a little further with our cuckold fantasy. I knew from experience that Paige would always push the boundaries of our sex play until she found my hard limit. Like the time she really wanted to experiment with my ass for a couple of weeks this past winter. I had to be very firm with her when I saw her shopping for strapons online that that wasn’t a line I was interested in crossing.

So I would have to be vigilant at the rave. Not because I thought Paige would seriously try to fuck Liam behind my back, but because I knew she would keep pushing the envelope until she found my hard line. I had already decided what my limit was. I didn’t want Paige and Liam interacting directly at all. Paige could point Liam out across the room and whisper in my ear about how much she wanted to fuck him to her heart’s content, but I would draw the line at even an innocent conversation. Paige would probably think this was unacceptably tame, but I had to protect my heart.

After all, even the idea of coming here because Liam was looking for girls to fuck had my cock rock hard and my mind in turmoil. Actually putting my girlfriend in the path of that cocky prick would be too much.

Paige made a beeline for the bar as soon as we entered the building. The air pulsed with the deep bass of the beats, and the packed crowd bobbed and undulated with the rhythm, even the people not currently on the dance floor. As we passed through the crowd, I could see from the sometimes dazed, sometimes manic eyes of the party-goers that I was correct: people were doing more than just drinking alcohol tonight. I also noted that, although Paige wasn’t the sluttiest-dressed woman in the room, she was easily in the top ten percent. And based on her secret lack of panties, she might have even been in the top ten. My anxiety and reluctant arousal slipped a notch higher.

We finally squeezed our way to the bar, and Paige looped her arm through mine, putting her lips up against my ear so her voice could be heard over the music. “Have you noticed all the cute guys who are checking me out?” she half-shouted in an excited voice. I whipped my head around, trying to ignore the sudden throb from between my legs. I didn’t see any boys around us currently, but with the way her skimpy outfit stood out in the crowd, I didn’t think Paige was bluffing.

“All of them are wishing they were my boyfriend instead of you,” continued Paige. I shuddered as I suddenly felt Paige’s wicked little tongue stick out to trace the outline of my ear. “And who knows, Daddy… maybe for just tonight, we could make that wish come true for one of them.”

Even as her filthy words were worming into my ear, I saw him across the room.

Liam fucking King.

He was tall, a head taller than me at least. Broad too, with thick, powerful shoulders that complemented his semi-muscular build. His hair was dark and wavy, combed back with some product that made it shine like liquid in the dim light. He was chatting up one of the other girls that had dressed almost as slutty as my girlfriend, leaning over her with a smoldering, predatory look on his chiseled face.

Paige noticed that I was staring at something before I could hide my reaction. She looked over, and a stab of fear pierced my heart as I saw the pure, joyful excitement light up her cute features. As if he felt Paige’s interested eyes on him, Liam suddenly looked up, scanning the room with his chocolate-brown eyes. I held my breath as his eyes passed over us. But we were just another face in the crowd. There were too many people here for Liam to notice two people he vaguely knew and didn’t expect to be here.

Then Paige waved, drawing Liam’s eyes back to us like a magnet. He smirked as he took his time checking out my girlfriend’s displayed body, ignoring the girl who was still talking to him. When his eyes finally made the slow journey up to Paige’s face, it seemed like he was a little surprised to recognize her. But once he did, he instantly got up from his lean and began pushing his way through the crowd toward us, abandoning the slutty girl he had been talking to.

“Ooh! What should I say to him?” gushed Paige excitedly, “I mean, what is the right level of flirting to say ‘I have a boyfriend, but I am still definitely interested in fucking you’?”

With my heart in my throat, I took Paige by the hand, “Come on,” I said, “We’re leaving.”

Paige looked at me with confusion. “Leaving? But babe…” She looked over at Liam pushing his way through the crowd, then looked back at my face, which was set in a serious, firm expression. Her lips pursed into a pout. “Seriously?” she whined, probing exactly how firm my line was.

“Seriously,” I said, already pulling Paige away from the bar toward a dark corner with a couch and a low table.

“Sometimes you can be so boring, Tom,” grumbled Paige as we escaped from the conversation with my womanizing rival.

…

By the time I got to the bar, Paige Weiss and her little boyfriend were already gone.

Annoyance flashed through me, but I let it go as quickly as it arrived. I knew the look that Paige had given me. I’ve seen it in women’s eyes hundreds of times before. I’ve seen it in Paige’s eyes before tonight.

Paige wanted me. The fact that she was here with her boyfriend made no difference to that fact. And it didn’t matter how often Tommy tried to run away with his tail between his legs and hide Paige under a rock. He would slip up eventually.

Especially if Paige wanted to be found.

Now, I could easily have had any of the women in the club. Not trying to brag or anything, but it’s just true. Women can’t resist me. It didn’t have to be Paige. But she was the hottest girl at the rave, in my opinion at least, and why deprive myself of the best?

Besides, Paige’s relationship with little Tommy Miller had always bugged me. Not, like, in a major way. I’m not losing sleep over it or anything. But the fact that Paige started dating little Tommy almost immediately after we had a sloppy makeout session at Tara Dorn’s party annoyed me a little. I’m not even sure if I would have pursued her seriously even if she stayed single, but the fact that the possibility was cut off so abruptly left a bad taste in my mouth.

And… Tommy Miller? Seriously? The guy was the living definition of vanilla. I had to grudgingly admit that he was better than a lot of the slobs in the Comp Sci program, but that wasn’t saying much. Paige was seriously slumming it, which also made me annoyed for reasons I couldn’t quite explain.

So yeah, I’m an impulsive guy, and I impulsively decided that by the end of the night, I would be sinking my cock deep in Paige’s sweet pussy, whether poor white-bread Tommy liked it or not.

I turned to the bartender and ordered two drinks to be sent to the happy couple. A cosmo for the lady and a beer for her unimpressive boyfriend. Hopefully the “kind gesture” would put Tommy’s guard down enough for me to worm my way in.

With sudden inspiration, I plucked the tiny pill out of my pocket that one of my buddies had pressed into my hand tonight. “Just a little something to make you feel relaxed and happy” he had claimed. I had immediately rejected the idea of taking it (I was on the hunt that night, and wanted to be sharp) but now I thought I could put it to better use.

I thought about slipping it into the cosmo when the bartender wasn’t looking. Then I started to think about it. I really didn’t need any help with Paige at all. The sultry look she had flashed me across the bar had said everything. I doubted that she would need much convincing.

Thinking quickly, I distracted the waitress picking up the two drinks for a second, and dropped the pill into the glass of beer. “Relaxed and Happy”, huh? Well, maybe a jealous, insecure boyfriend would be a bit easier to deal with if he could let go of some of his justified anxieties.

I glanced over to the table that Tommy sat hunched over. He was talking earnestly to Paige, who had her arms crossed beneath her cute little tits, an unimpressed look on her face.

I could guess what they were talking about.

I melted back into the crowd and danced a little to pass the time. I could be patient when necessary to secure my goals, and I needed to give the two lovebirds time to drink up.

…

“Are you kidding me?” groaned Paige, slumping back against the couch. “Not even a little light flirting?”

I leaned forward wearily, planting my elbows on my knees. “I’m just not comfortable with it,” I insisted. I had to stick to my guns on this before Paige let things get out of control.

Paige crossed her arms in prickly annoyance beneath her skimpily-covered tits. “That’s like, the whole reason I wanted to come tonight,” she huffed. “So that we could get a little more material for our bedroom talk. You do know that, right? That it’s just a game?”

I knew it was supposed to be… but I couldn’t help but wonder how easy it would be to fake the look of eager interest I saw on my girlfriend’s face when she spotted Liam across the room. Paige had many talents, but she had never struck me as that good of an actress.

“Does Liam know it’s a game?” I asked, just loud enough to be heard over the pounding music.

Paige scowled at me. Then she thought about the question and her expression softened. “Ugggghhhh, fine. You win. But when we get home I am going to give such a demeaning cuck session that you’ll cry for a week, mister.”

Suddenly a waitress appeared, carrying a tray with two drinks. “No, no, we didn’t order anything,” I shouted over the noise.

The waitress smiled, already turning away. “Compliments of a guy at the bar,” she explained with a shrug.

“Awwwww, that’s so sweet of him!” cooed Paige, picking up her fruity drink and immediately taking a sip. “It’s like he’s… trying to convince us both to do something,” she added with a wink. I stared at the beer in front of me suspiciously. Paige rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so sensitive tonight – I’m joking! Liam probably thought he had offended us somehow and sent these over to make up for it. Drink your beer, babe. It would be rude not to. Maybe it will loosen you up a little, and you could use it.”

I sighed and picked up the beer. I was forcing Paige to make a compromise, the least I could do was meet her halfway.

What harm could one little beer do?

…

Paige was right.

Tooootally right.

That beer had loosened me up significantly. Suddenly, the pulsing lights no longer felt annoying or overly bright. They were beautiful. The music had somehow changed from head-splitting to hypnotic. It felt like the beat was thrumming through my blood.

Paige had never looked so beautiful. God, she was hot. Her dark, shining, tangled hair. Her gorgeous body, now covered in a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the room. Her lovely face, with its delicate features and wicked, burning eyes. I could watch her plump little lips move up and down for hours.

I belatedly realized that Paige had been talking to me. I blinked slowly, my brain suddenly struggling to keep up with the overwhelming stimulus of the room. “What?” I asked stupidly, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth.

Paige narrowed her eyes. “I said let’s go dance!” she said, tilting her head in confusion at my delayed reaction. “Are you feeling ok, babe?”

“I’ve never felt better in my entire life,” I insisted, beaming at my smoking-hot girlfriend. “Yeah, let’s go dance.” It sounded great. A chance to really merge with the rhythm pounding inside my body. And besides, it was what the love of my life wanted.

But when I tried to get to my feet, the room swirled around me in a sickening spin, and I slumped back into the couch, shaking my head. Paige looked at me with a mix of concern and impatience. “Seriously, babe. Are you ok?” she asked, standing above me, clearly torn between staying with me and the allure of the pulsating crowd on the dance floor.

I waved her away with a wide smile. She was so lovely, and all mine. My sweet lady. Nothing in the world mattered more to me right now than letting her have what she wanted, and what she wanted was dancing. “I’m fine!” I insisted. “Just give me a second. Go out there and have fun.”

Paige bit her lip, looked toward the dancing, then smiled apologetically at me. “Ok babe, I won’t be gone long. Drink some water or something. I’ll be back soon.” And with that, she turned and hurried off to the floor, ready to dance her heart out.

I didn’t mind in the slightest. For some reason, the idea of Paige having a great time was just delightful to me at that moment, even if it was without me. Besides, I have a great view from my seat of her writhing, barely covered body.

A happy girlfriend and a sexy feast for the eyes, what more could a man ask for?

…

I watched with triumph as sweet little Paige made her way out to the dance floor. Alone. Leaving her trusting boyfriend by himself on the sidelines. Was Tommy already feeling the effects of my gift? Or was he just naive enough to let his girlfriend go off on her own in the club dressed like a slut when we had shown a clear interest in each other?

Either way, it was a fatal error.

I made my way across the dance floor toward the little barely-clothed minx, making sure to stay out of her line of sight until I was too close to avoid, just in case she had qualms about chatting me up when her boyfriend wanted her to hide from me.

Paige was a hot little piece of ass, writhing her tight body in time to the music, the center of attention for the guys in the crowd surrounding her. Her muscles rippled and bunched under her shining, sweaty skin.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

When I was finally close enough, I stepped into Paige’s line of sight, grinning widely. Luckily, the music had dropped to a low, pulsing beat, and we could have a conversation at nearly a normal volume.

“Hey,” I said with a roguish grin that multiple women have told me was enough to get them wet all by itself. “Fancy meeting you here.” I was ecstatic to see that Paige’s first, unforced reaction was a naughty little smile, which she quickly covered up with a look of chilly disinterest.

“My boyfriend says I can’t talk to you,” she said flatly, maintaining her rhythmic dance. But despite her dismissive words, I noticed that her big blue eyes were taking a sneaky peek at my body as I danced beside her.

“That’s rude of him,” I said with a chuckle. “Do you always let him boss you around like that?”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “No, but when it comes to whether I should flirt with other men, I think he gets a say.” She was maintaining her cold, hard exterior, but she also didn’t move away, like a woman would if they truly didn’t want to talk. I decided to press further.

“So you wanted to flirt with me?” I asked warmly, raising an eyebrow.

Paige blushed and looked away, a chuckle surprised out of her by my bold question. “Whatever. Don’t flatter yourself,” she said, but her chilly demeanor had cracked a bit. “My boyfriend is watching me dance, Liam, so I’m going to have to say goodbye. There’s plenty of other girls on the dance floor you can charm.”

I looked over to where Tommy was sitting, and, just like Paige had claimed, he was staring over at us talking. But he didn’t look upset. In fact… he looked ecstatic. “I don’t think your boyfriend minds us talking,” I said smugly, thanking my buddy who had given me that pill from the bottom of my heart. “In fact…” I frowned in surprise as I saw what was obviously a massive tent being pitched in the little loser’s pants. “It looks like he’s enjoying himself ALOT.”

Paige followed my gaze and snorted with laughter. “I fucking knew it,” she said with a fond smile as she gave her boyfriend a sultry wave, “Silly boy doesn’t even know what he wants.”

I curled my lip into a sneer of confused disgust. “Jesus. Is he jerking off in the club? Just perving out on watching you dance?”

Paige gave me a considering sidelong glance. She seemed to war with herself, practically bursting with a secret she couldn’t wait to tell, but knew she shouldn’t. Finally, in the face of my warm, attractive gaze, she folded. “Ok fine,” she giggled, “I’ll tell you, but you have to PROMISE that you’ll never tell Tom that I told you.”

“I promise,” I said solemnly, my eyes drinking in Paige’s vivacious beauty.

“Tom has a little cuckold fetish,” said Paige conspiratorily, leaning forward. I took the opportunity the relish her intoxicating proximity. The warmth of her gleaming skin. The smell of her fruity perfume. The mischievous sparkle of her eyes. “He just can’t help getting hard when he hears me talk about wanting other men. And one man in particular really makes him horny and jealous whenever his name comes up,” she confided with a cheeky wink.

I looked back and forth between the pathetic little cuck sitting on the sidelines with a raging boner and his red-hot, clearly interested girlfriend.

Holy shit, this was going to be like easy mode.

“So you're saying he would love it if we danced together?” I asked pushily.

Paige frowned, clearly conflicted, even as she warmed further and further to my advances. “Noooo,” she said reluctantly, “I don’t think he would. He was pretty upset about us even talking earlier.”

“And here we are, talking,” I insisted, gesturing over to the scrawny perv sitting by himself as I chatted up his girlfriend, “And he loves it. Seems like he changed his mind.”

Paige bit her lip, staring intently at her boyfriend, who was watching us with a wide, dazed smile.

“Just ask him,” I said behind her.

Paige glanced at me thoughtfully, then nodded. She turned back to her boyfriend, pointed at me, and then made a sort of rhythmic dancing motion with her hands. Little Tommy’s grin only widened, and he nodded.

Perfect. I was in.

…

Watching Paige dance under the pulsing lights with the beat throbbing in my bones was intoxicating. I let myself go, not even thinking anymore as I gave in to the pleasure of my senses. The music, the lights, and my girlfriend's lovely body all blended into one another in a pleasant blur.

Oh God. She was out there for everyone to see. It wasn’t just me that was getting this feast for the eyes. All the guys on the dance floor could see her as well. I felt a stirring in my pants at the thought. But this time I didn’t feel the accompanying jealousy and insecurity that came with the arousal.

It was like all of my negative emotions had been tuned to “low”, letting my horny appreciation of Paige’s slutty behavior run wild. Of course she attracted the attention of the men in the room: she was fucking hot. And of course she was tempted to… indulge the other men’s lust. She was a young beautiful woman. I couldn’t even be mad at that impulse.

If my girlfriend wanted to fuck other men… if that was what made her happy, then why would I stand in her way? At that moment, my rock-solid certainty that Paige would always come back to me, that I was the only one she could truly love, was so powerful and certain that other men having sex with her seemed almost trivial.

In fact, I almost wanted it to happen. It would be fucking hot to spectate as my beautiful woman got fucked. Even hotter than the rhythmic twisting of her body on the dance floor.

She was dancing with someone now, laughing and chatting while occasionally glancing over in my direction. She looked like she flirting with him, her eyes sparkling and her face lightly blushing as she continued her sinuous dance.

I looked over the the man next to her, trying to imagine what he would look like in bed with my girlfriend.

My head pounded and my mouth went dry, a slithery coil of dark emotions writhing in my gut even through the pleasant haze I was feeling. It was Liam. Even after I had asked Paige not to speak with him, even after she had agreed, there they were. Talking. Flirting. My cock throbbed. I couldn’t stop imagining it. Liam, the cocky, arrogant prick, easily charming my sweet, sexy girlfriend. Taking her to bed. Fucking the shit out of her and making her scream his name. Making her forget all about her old boyfriend. And the strange pleasant haze turning down my emotions made the vision feel even more dangerous.

Because my empowered lust and voyeurism, barely restrained by my toned-down jealousy and possessiveness, wanted to see my vision come true. To know the exquisite, devastating thrill of losing Paige to my hated rival forever.

My dick twitched again as I saw Paige giggle, looking at me with taunting eyes and giving me a flippant wave. As if she could see inside my head and was mocking my twisted, perverted desires. She turned to Liam, leaning forward with an eager, open expression on her face, speaking with passion. Bonding with my rival. I could feel the obvious chemistry between them from across the room.

A moment later Paige turned, her attention focused once again wholly on me. She gestured to Liam, then made a sort of odd walking motion with her arms. Was she saying that we should leave because he was here? I tried to think through the strange haze filling my brain. Paige was probably right, the situation on the dance floor was going somewhere dangerous, and for some reason, one beer had put me in a strange state where I couldn’t effectively stop it.

Or maybe didn’t want to stop it.

I smiled and nodded, agreeing with her suggestion that we leave. But then Paige smiled in relief, for some reason gave me a saucy wink, then turned back and began dancing even closer with that tall cocky prick. They continued talking, their eyes meeting, sparks seeming to fly between them. My cock felt like it might explode in my pants just from the sight. Paige had actively ignored me when I agreed we should leave, mockingly winked at my discomfort, and then turned all her focus to Liam. He was stealing my girlfriend away from me in front of my eyes. There was nothing I could do to stop him, and the worst part was that whatever strange mood I was in made this crushing betrayal the most erotic moment of my life so far.

Liam looked into my eyes over my girlfriend’s shoulder, a nasty smirk on his face.

Then he wrapped his arms around Paige and grabbed her ass.

…

Before, Paige and I were dancing next to each other, but now we were dancing together.

Her hot little body writhed and spun, pulled in toward mine like a magnet.

There’s a cliche that says dancing and sex are synonymous. You know, the idea that if a guy or girl is a good dancer, they’re good in bed as well. As someone who has danced with a lot of girls and then went on to have sex with them, I can tell you that the connection isn’t as straightforward as many people assume.

But that night, on the dance floor with that hot little slut, the connection between dancing and sex was all I could think about. And based on the smoldering bedroom eyes she was giving me and her rolling hip motions, I would bet a million dollars that Paige was thinking the exact same thing. Our sexual chemistry was electric. Intoxicating. She was drunk on me, and I could tell it wasn’t a question of if I would get to fuck her, but when.

But she was still darting her eyes over at poor little Tommy once in a while, checking to make sure that the pathetic perv was still smiling there with his stiff little boner. That would have to change. This cuckold thing was a golden opportunity to trick Paige into sex, but I had no interest in the happy couple making my sex with Paige about their fetish.

When Paige finally gave in and took my cock like the eager slut I knew she could be for me, I wanted it to be about me and her, with Tommy locked out in the cold. By the time we fucked, I wanted Paige to be thinking of her boyfriend’s feelings in a distant second place behind mine. If at all.

“Say… I was just reminiscing the other day,” I said as our sweaty bodies moved to the low, pulsing beat. “Do you remember that time we made out?”

Paige raised an eyebrow at me like she knew what kind of game I was playing, but her crooked smile said that she wasn’t opposed to playing along for now. “Of course I remember, stud. But I’m surprised that you do,” she said flirtatiously. “You must kiss a dozen girls a week. I’m flattered that I stood out.” It had been a while since Paige had checked in on the loser, but her bright, intrigued eyes were still focused completely on me.

“Don’t sell yourself short, doll,” I said, taking the opportunity to dance closer, invading her personal space. “You’re one of the hottest girls on campus.” I could see her breath hitch a little as my powerful body loomed above her petite form. Her pupils dilated. Her bikini top was thin enough that I even swore I could see twin bumps pressing up against the surface of the fabric. Paige didn’t move away, her face flushing and her smile fading into an expression of conflicted lust. Her refusal to move away was a submission in and of itself. I felt my cock begin to stiffen.

“One of the hottest taken girls on campus,” she said, her eyes darting annoyingly over to her boyfriend once again. I took a chance and gently grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes back to me.

“But how taken are you?” I asked, staring deep into her eyes.

“Very taken, Liam. Don’t confuse me teasing my boyfriend with me not loving him.” Her words were firm, but her tone wasn’t.

“So if you love him so much, and he gets off on this kind of thing, why not give him a show that he will really enjoy?” I suggested in my most charming voice. Paige stared up at me, her eyes troubled even as she danced almost close enough to touch, the sexual tension crackling between us. She didn’t say anything, but her silence was an invitation. She wanted to hear what I was about to suggest.

“A little cuck like him must fantasize about the time you made out with a big bad guy like me an awful lot, right?” I asked, subtly testing the waters on demeaning Paige’s boyfriend in front of her. She didn’t call me out on it, simply listening intently with a mild frown. “But poor Tommy never got to see the action happen. What if you and I… staged a little reenactment for your boyfriend? Just to show him what he missed out on seeing for himself. Make a deposit in his spank bank.”

Paige’s eyes sparkled, and she fought down a giggle, trying her best to look disapproving. “What a naughty idea, stud,” she said, shaking her head. “But there’s just no way he would be into that. I told you he has sort of a hangup on you, right? Just talking about you and I making out is enough to make him spurt normally. He was so horny and jealous over the idea of me just talking to you, that I think actually kissing in front of him would break his brain. Or his cock. Or both.”

Paige still didn’t know that poor little Tommy was floating in a hazy pink cloud of good vibes right now. That was my secret weapon: at this moment, Tommy would have an especially hard time objecting to anything.

“But on the other hand, he’s been warming up to the idea,” I reminded her. “He even let us dance. Tell you what, let’s put it to the test, Why don’t we try something a little… steamier?” I carefully turned Paige so that she was facing away from Tommy, unable to see his reaction to what would happen next. I could hear her mild, delighted gasp as my arms circled her body. “Let’s push the envelope a little. If Tommy doesn’t come stop us, he must be ok with us going further, right?”

My hands slid down Paige's bare back, resting on and cupping her tight little ass through her leather skirt. Her hands were against my muscular chest, almost as if she wanted to push me away. But she didn’t, she stood breathing heavily as we both continued to undulate to the music, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, my hands possessively gripping her toned ass.

Paige seemed to realize how far we had just gone, and twisted a little, trying and failing to look over her shoulder. “Wait… Liam, wait… Tom,” she whimpered, her brows scrunching together. “Is he ok?”

I held Paige tight to me, not allowing her to turn. Over her shoulder, I could see that this latest development had just barely pierced the bubble of poor Tommy’s hazy contentment. But as a first-time drug user, Tommy was going anywhere. He wasn’t going to be able to come stop me no matter what we did on this dance floor. Also, his boner hadn’t gone down at all, despite the look of mild disquiet on his face.

“He fucking loves it,” I lied with a smirk.

…

Paige didn’t pull away as Liam’s large, strong hands grasped her butt, pulling their bodies together. She just looked mildly shocked for a moment, her body stiffening against his.

But then she relaxed. And they began dancing, not just close to each other, but with their bodies touching, skin moving and sliding against sweaty skin as they looked deep into each other’s eyes.

Paige didn’t look over at me. She was too busy right now.

It was impossible to not imagine it. My girlfriend tangled up in bed with Liam. Clothes being torn frantically away. Their lips meeting, hungry for each other. Hot, slim hands grasping and pulling a massive phallus. Worshipping it. A spreading. A parting. A cathartic plunge into wet, welcoming heat. A heartbreaking moan of sexual contentment.

And where did I fit into this confused, twisted daydream? I had seen enough cuckold fetish porn to know my place in that darkly erotic scene. In the corner, ignored at best, mocked at worst, burning with pathetic, impotent jealousy and perverted lust. Making due with my palm while the superior man claimed his due: my woman’s tight, eager pussy.

Liam’s hands caressed every inch of Paige’s scantily clad back, focusing on the part he should have been denied, her taut, bouncy ass. And my girlfriend didn’t say anything as far as I could tell. In fact, she seemed to thrust her ass out a little, arching her back to press her butt into his strong hands. With her back to me, I couldn’t see what was going on between them, but with that same arching of her body… was she pressing her cute little tits against his chest as well?

Liam cast occasional smug glances at me over Paige’s shoulder. As if to say, “What’s wrong little guy? Why aren’t you stopping this? If you came over here right now, Paige would stop in a second, and even apologise. So why aren’t you doing it?”

Why wasn’t I? Sure, the drugs were making me dizzy, and I had a raging erection that would be humiliatingly obvious if I tried to walk to the dance floor. But this was an emergency, and I could get there if I wanted.

But Paige’s relentless teasing over the past week had lit a fire in me. A dark, consuming fire that had the potential to ruin my life and relationship. A hungry fire that had weakened my common sense and instincts for danger with the heat of its flame.

I wanted to see it. Maybe this strange, pleasant feeling was clearing away all of the negative emotions that would have made this sight repulsive and saddening to me, but I wanted to see my girlfriend claimed by the cocky prick that I hated.

Paige whirled, turning toward me, and for a moment I thought it was so she could finally check in with me and reestablish our bond with eye contact across the crowded room. I desperately wanted her to recenter this twisted game, firmly establishing this erotic moment as being about us, not Liam.

She did look at me then, but her eyes weren’t loving and reassuring. They were lust-hazed and guilty. She knew what she was doing had crossed a line, and she wanted to do it anyway. As Paige stared into my eyes with a guilty expression, she bit her lip and gave the tiniest, apologetic shrug.

Then she began pressing her ass back into Liam’s crotch with powerful, grinding strokes. I watched with jealous arousal as Liam’s hands reached down to grasp my girlfriend’s hips, taking control of the erotic dance. He received no complaints from Paige. In fact, I think I saw her eyes flash with excitement as her dance partner took charge, grinding his hips powerfully forward into her ass.

My cock twitched and throbbed impotently in my tight jeans, imagining the sensations that Liam must be feeling right now. God, it would feel so good to jerk off right now. But I was in public. The only one who would be getting his cock stimulated right now was Liam, and I would just have to sit and watch.

My girlfriend and my hated rival moved together like that for several tense, mind-melting minutes, letting their bodies fall into the pleasant rhythm of dominant and submissive right before my eyes. My negative emotions were slowly growing again. Inadequacy. Betrayal. Dread. But my arousal was growing faster, keeping me glued to my chair, watching with a pathetic cuckold boner as a tall, handsome man simulated sex with my girlfriend on the dancefloor for everyone to see.

Finally, when I thought I might cum in my pants and complete my humiliation, the beat shifted, and Paige looked up with shock, clearly shaking herself from whatever lustful haze she had fallen into. As she pulled back from Liam, I was dumbstruck by the sight of the huge bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. It must be twice the size of mine, at least. That was the monster that Liam had been rubbing all over my loving girlfriend’s ass as she showed every sign of horny appreciation.

Erotic fear for where this night might still lead swelled inside me.

Liam and Paige were talking and laughing once again, and time seemed to slow down as I saw Paige twirl a lock of raven hair around a finger, gazing shyly up at Liam as he said something, a cocky grin plastered on his face. Paige was flirting. And she wasn’t doing it while casting teasing sidelong glances at me. Right now she and Liam were in their own little world.

Suddenly, Liam gestured straight at me, and Paige looked over. This time, I saw with relief, her gaze was soft and loving, and she gave me a little wink and a wave. But the moment of reconnection was spoiled somewhat as she laced her fingers through Liam’s and led him over toward the couch I sat on.

I had just enough time to think about how much I didn’t want to talk to the tall, handsome prick before he was there with my girlfriend, their fingers still entwined in an inappropriate handhold.

“Hey, Daddy,” said Paige shyly, guilt written all over her face even as she continued to hold my rival’s hand in hers. She gestured gently towards the hulking man beside her with her free hand. “You know Liam.”

Liam looked down at me with amused disgust. I tried to keep my hands casually in my lap to hide my embarrassing erection, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. “Daddy? That’s cute,” said Liam with a smirk. Paige giggled and gave him a playful swat. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “Tom and I have met, doll. You want to tell him about my little proposal?”

Paige finally released Liam’s hands from her grip and sat down beside me, taking my hands in hers. I could still feel the clammy heat from where her hand had been held in his. “Listen, Daddy,” she said earnestly, in her most persuasive, pleading voice, “Liam was just talking about how when we kissed before… I mean, me and him… you weren’t there to see it. And, you know, since you and I have spent so much time talking about that kiss, that maybe it would be fun to… show you what it looked like. Just to help your imagination when you and I talk about it next time.”

My breaths came heavy and hot in my throat as I stared into my girlfriend’s lovely eyes. No matter how she was dressing it up, she had come to me with a man that I hate and asked my permission to make out with him. Liam came up behind her and laid a gentle hand on Paige’s shoulder, causing her to look up into his eyes. I saw the raw, naked desire there. And I felt an answering surge of twisted lust inside myself.

I wanted to see it. The horrible event that Paige had teasingly brought up time and time again in our cuckolding roleplay. The time when her lips were tasted by a “bigger, better” man, in her heated, mocking words. To actually see Paige dominated and claimed by another man right in front of me… the dark temptation was almost too much to resist.

But I would have resisted. Even in whatever altered state currently gripped me, the fear of putting my girlfriend in the untrustworthy hands of that cocky prick made me sick to my stomach, even as it made me hornier than I had ever been in my life. In that moment, the negative emotions outweighed the positive ones, and I was about to draw my hard line. To prevent Paige from pushing the envelope like she always did.

But I looked again at Liam’s possessive hand on her shoulder. Saw the way her eyes glowed with powerful lust as she stared up into his deep brown eyes, lightly biting her lower lip.

She wanted this. Badly. And a small, insecure part of me spoke up, whispering a terrifying thought: was I really one hundred percent certain that if I said “no”, she wouldn’t kiss him anyway? Without me around? I wanted to laugh off the horrible thought that filled my veins with molten, sickening adrenaline… but looking at the crackling sexual energy leaping off Liam and my girlfriend, I wasn’t as certain as I would have liked.

And it would make her so happy… the powerfully enhanced good feelings that had been washing over me since I drank that beer made that thought powerfully relevant. This is what the love of my life wanted. Craved.

And maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. It was just kissing. It would be a little kinky fun that my loving girlfriend would use to tease me in bed. That was all.

My duty was to allow Paige to pull me out of my comfort zone, and I took that duty seriously.

“O-ok,” I said, feeling my cock pulsing with the beat of my heart beneath me and Paige’s joined hands. “J-just give me one second to… to get ready.” I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves, to somehow prepare for the nerve-wracking, erotic, humiliating event I had just barely agreed to.

“Of course, Daddy,” said Paige, raising one hand to cup my face while still holding hands in my lap with the other. “I want you to be comfortable and have fun! Take all the time you-”

In one smooth, powerful motion, Liam pulled Paige to her feet, turned her toward him, and kissed her deeply. My brain reeled from the shock. I had imagined the horrible, erotic sight of Paige and Liam together so many times now, and suddenly here it was, happening in front of me. It was just as awful and arousing as I had dreamed. My asshole rival’s strong arms wrapped around Paige’s petite, half-naked body, pulling her close. His powerful masculine form dwarfed her, and enfolded her.

Paige, taken by surprise, squeaked in protest against Liam’s dominating kiss. She struggled weakly, trying to insist that they wait until her boyfriend was ready before commencing their sloppy makeout.

But she didn’t struggle for very long. In mere seconds, Paige’s stiff, shocked body melted softly against Liam’s muscular form, swooning almost limp against his powerful kiss. Accepting him. Submitting to him.

It didn’t look like a girl doing a quick sloppy makeout to get a rise from her boyfriend. It looked like a girl passionately kissing a man she was deeply attracted to, the rest of the world fading into the background as she focused wholly on their little constructed world of pleasure.

With me locked on the outside.

But she looked happy. Paige was enjoying herself immensely, it was clear. And absurdly, that very fact made me smile, even through the crushing humiliation of another man deeply kissing the love of my life in front of me.

Liam broke from the kiss, leaving Paige dewy-eyed and panting, staring up at him adoringly. “But we didn’t just kiss standing up, did we doll?” he asked in a low, sultry voice. “We also made out a little on Tara’s bed. Think your little cuck would like to see what that looked like?”

Hearing the dismissive word from Liam was like a slap to the face. “Cuck”. It was one thing when Paige used it in demeaning dirty talk to get me off, but from Liam’s lips, the word was even more crushing and shameful. How did he know to call me that in the first place? How did he know to suggest this makeout session?

What did Paige and Liam talk about on the dance floor as they both laughed and looked over at me, sitting on the sidelines with my stiff cock?

Paige’s eyes finally broke from Liam’s as he mentioned me. She looked over at my pale, shocked face, then down at the shameful spike of masochistic arousal tenting my pants. “I think he would love it, Liam,” she said with a teasing smirk.

She didn’t even bother to ask my permission anymore.

Liam gently lowered my girlfriend down to the low couch, placing himself between us, deliberately cutting me off from a full view of the action. Paige didn’t even notice Liam’s subtle attempt to cut me out of their moment. She had fallen once again into Liam’s deep eyes, her soft pink lips gently parted, receptive and eager to resume their kiss. And when Liam dipped his head this time, he didn’t content himself with kissing and hugging.

Liam’s powerful hands went roaming over my loving girlfriend’s nearly naked body, sliding up her hips, tenderly exploring the curves of her delicate neck…. Tentatively brushing against a breast. My mouth went dry as I saw it. This was too much. Things were going too far at this point. I knew I had to leave my comfort zone sometimes, but at this point, it felt like my comfort zone was miles in the rearview.

“H-hey,” I said weakly, my voice whispering through my dry sticky mouth, getting lost in the thumping noise of the club. Paige didn’t hear me. At least, I hope she didn’t. Liam paused with his hand just barely touching Paige’s breast, waiting to see if she would allow it. She did. My girlfriend not only allowed my rival to touch her breast, she wriggled her chest against him as their lips and tongues continued to grapple, explicitly demanding further attention.

I prepared to voice my complaint louder, but grew darkly fascinated with the sight as the hands of the cocky prick I hated most in the world gently squeezed and cupped my girlfriend’s tender little tits, rolling and pinching her clearly stiff nipples with his thumb and forefinger through the thin cloth. My heart skipped a beat when I heard Paige gently moan into Liam’s mouth. I had heard that sweet sound hundreds of times before. She wasn’t faking this. Liam was playing her body like a fiddle, and she was loving every second of it.

I don’t know if it was the strange, positive mood I was in, or my throbbing boner, or the stunned heartbreak of hearing my woman be so sexually pleased with another man, but my protest died on my lips.

The sounds of their sloppy, enthusiastic makeout were so loud that I could easily hear them over the music. I could see other people around the room watching and laughing behind their hands. Liam and Paige looked like a couple that had gotten caught up in the atmosphere and lost their sense of propriety, acting a little too slutty in public.

And what did I look like? A third wheel. An unrelated perv who had decided to sit a little too close to the clingy, lovey-dovey couple. God, it was hot, in the worst, most twisted way.

But now that Liam had gotten this far, he had no intention of stopping. His hand moved down Paige’s lithe torso, trailing over her thigh, seeking to slip beneath her skirt. I almost gasped as his hand reached the lower hem of my girlfriend’s leather skirt, but Paige slammed her thighs shut. I remembered, with wet, hot, dread, the “kinky little secret” that Paige had demonstrated to me before we came. If Liam’s hand had gotten under that skirt, it would have come into contact with Paige’s bare (wet?) pussy. Luckily, on this issue, my girlfriend seemed to be on the same page as me. She looked like she wanted to pull away from the kiss and tell Liam off, but he didn’t let up, pinning her down against the couch with his lips, despite her stiff posture.

And once again, Paige slowly melted once again into Liam’s kiss. Submitting to the masculine power he gave off in waves. His hand remained where he had been stopped, resting gently on Paige’s upper thighs.

And to my horror, her tight hold clamping her thighs together loosened. Just slightly. Liam increased the intensity of his kiss, tender and forceful in equal measure, his big muscular body bearing down on my poor, sweet, horny girlfriend.

Her thighs loosened a touch more.

Then opened, blossoming like a slutty flower in the warm sunlight of Liam’s pushy sexual confidence. Welcoming his patient hand beneath her skirt. Both Liam and Paige made sounds of shocked pleasure as Liam got what he wanted. Liam, at the slutty secret that he had gotten Paige to reveal, and Paige at the overwhelming sensation of a strong male hand on her quivering sex.

New wet sounds joined the ones made by their mouths as Liam’s large hand humped and bulged the leather of my girlfriend’s skirt. This time I could sit by. “H-Hey!” I said, trying to sound tough and decisive, but only managing whiny and petulant. “T-that’s enough! That’s too far!”

I was peering around the bulk of Liam that he had used to cut me off from Paige, and for the first time in her illicit makeout session, she looked at me. Her lips remained locked with Liam in their long, hot, endless kiss. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and I thought I saw… annoyance there. Impatience that her fun was being interrupted. But I couldn’t back down now. I had to stand up for myself. For our relationship.

“Paige, baby, this is too much,” I whined, “We all need to take a breath, and–”

Maintaining her gaze on me, Paige raised her dangling foot and planted it squarely on my crotch, providing firm, humiliating pressure on my stiff cock with her high-heeled shoe. My decisive words died on my tongue, replaced by a pathetic whimper. I felt so fucking good. I detected mockery in Paige’s eyes in the instant before she returned her attention back to the real man kissing and fingering her. She continued to push her shoe against my cock as Liam’s hand worked faster and faster between her thighs, giving her neglected boyfriend a half-hearted scrap of pleasure while the adults had the real fun.

It shouldn’t have been enough to shut me up. The idea that this embarrassing, clearly inferior sexual attention would be enough for me was insulting on its face. But it did shut me up, and in the horrible, humiliating sexual moment, it was enough for me. I groaned and relished the feeling of my girlfriend’s disinterested foot on my crotch, driving me closer and closer to a pathetic cuckold orgasm that I both dreaded and desperately craved.

Then I heard it. The soft clink of Liam’s belt. I saw from the position of my girlfriend’s slim arms that she was loosening his pants, trying to gain access and reciprocate his physical affections. Paige was about to stroke a man’s cock while making out with him right in front of me.

Liam would get her hot little hands. And I would get her foot.

“Get a room!” someone yelled nearby.

That seemed to finally break the two make-out partners out of the spell they were under. They pulled away from each other, a strand of slick saliva stretching between them for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes with the intensity of new lovers. Which, in a way, they were.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” said Liam wickedly, withdrawing his dripping hand from beneath Paige’s leather skirt. “They have rooms set aside here for situations just like this. Should we go find one, doll?”

Paige giggled up and him, then her eyes turned to me, already pleading. Her foot wriggled teasingly on my throbbing dick. “What what do you say, should we take this somewhere more private, Daddy?” she asked me coyly.

“No,” said Liam in a firm voice, surprising us both. “If Tommy is coming with us, he’s coming as a humble little cuck. And that doesn’t sound like a “Daddy” at all.” He grabbed Paige’s chin in firm fingers and prevented her from turning back to me. “If we’re doing this, doll, I’m your only “Daddy” tonight.”

Paige looked conflicted and guilty, squirming a little against Liam’s grip. But it seemed like she had trouble denying anything to the pushy jerk pinning her to the couch.

“O-ok, Daddy,” she said in a soft, hesitant voice, gazing up with submissive eyes at Liam. It felt like an arrow through my heart to hear my usual sexy pet name so callously and easily stolen. And with barely any resistance from Paige. “B-but then what should I call him.”

Liam chuckled. “He looks like a loser to me doll. I think that fits. Now, tell your loser boyfriend what happens next.”

He released Paige’s chin, and her gaze turned back to me, guilty and apologetic, but also horny and helpless to resist Liam’s cruel commands. Her foot pressed against my crotch once again as she said in a shaking, voice:

“Me and Daddy are getting a private room…” she gulped and hesitated just a moment before calling me the new nickname suggested by her Daddy. “...L-loser. Are you coming, or not?”

And to crown the moment of shattering, humiliating defeat, I came in my pants, orgasming to the pressure of my girlfriend’s foot and my own pathetic loss.

…

Liam chuckled as he barged his way into the room ahead of me, his thick muscular arm slung possessively over my girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Look at that!” he said gleefully, “They have a cuck chair all set up and waiting for us. How thoughtful of them!

There were several pieces of furniture in the small, dimly lit room. Liam was pointing to a chair set up in the corner, a look of sadistic triumph in his eyes.

I was still dazed and stunned by what had happened on the floor of the club. I wasn’t sure if it was adrenaline or time, but whatever spell had been cast over me by the beer I drank was slipping away, leaving my negative emotions bare and raw as I stared helplessly at Paige and Liam. She leaned against his body and snuggled into his powerful arm, completely caught up, if only for a night, in being this stud’s sexy arm candy. Shiny trails of fluid slipped visibly down her thighs, testaments to the intense arousal that Liam had caused her with his strong fingers.

The only reason I followed them was the terrifying ultimatum in Paige’s last question. She had been clear: she planned to go to this room with Liam whether I came along or not. The implication was that, at this point in the evening, I was lucky to be invited.

I stumbled up to them, feeling the humiliating slimy stickiness in my pants, my heart in my throat. “P-paige,” I said miserably. “Please. You aren’t… you aren’t going to fuck him, right?”

Paige, laid a soft hand on Liam and gave him a “one second” gesture, then sauntered up to me with a hip-swaying walk. She looped her arms loosely around my neck, giving me a sultry, adoring look, then pressed her body against me. I could feel the hard points on her soft tits press into my chest. Her voice whispered in my ear.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to, Loser?”

I couldn’t help it. The proximity of my loving girlfriend, her heated whisper in my ear, her firm tits and hard nipples pressing into my chest… Even so soon after cumming, my cock stirred in its own slime. Paige smirked as she pressed her hips into mine, feeling the growth of my masochistic cock. “Well, speak now or forever hold your peace,” she said tauntingly. Suddenly my awful, consuming lust roared back. My most awful fantasy was coming true, and I didn’t have the strength to say no.

I remained silent, red and humiliated as my girlfriend giggled and turned to saunter back to her lover for the evening. “Then go sit in the corner like Daddy told you to, Loser,” said Paige, returning to her place beneath her Daddy’s arm. “No more fantasies. I’m about to make you a cuck for real.”

Both of them looked at me expectantly, and with a growing erection and a deeply, clinging feeling of inferiority, I slunk to the corner to take my seat in the cuck chair. By the time I sat down, Paige and Liam had already gotten started. Liam had removed his shirt to reveal his chiseled chest, and was reaching up to pluck at the knot behind Paige’s back as they resumed their passionate kissing. Her bikini top fell free, revealing her firm little tits, crowned by twin points of desperate arousal. They were swiftly hidden from my eyes as my girlfriend crushed her naked breasts against my enemy’s muscular chest, leaning hungrily into their deep kiss. Her skirt came next, falling away and leaving her clad only in heels and fishnet stocking, a vision of slutty, horny beauty, her pussy puffy flushed and leaking down her lovely legs, topped with a neat triangle of dark, trimmed hair.

They were locked again in their own private world. I might as well have not been there at all.

I heard that insidious soft clink again. Paige’s clumsy, distracted hands were fumbling at Liam’s belt once again, and this time she wouldn’t be interrupted. Unless I grew a spine of course. But instead, I sat there in a funk of jealous, heartbroken arousal as Liam finally shed his pants and boxers, his impressive cock springing free to a gasp of appreciation from my entranced girlfriend.

The comparison was obvious and immediate. I felt it in my gut like a dark, heavy weight. I saw Paige’s eyes flick toward me for just a second, remembering that I existed just long enough to compare my inadequate cock to the one in front of her. “Maybe you were right all along, Loser,” she said as her eyes gleamed with anticipation, her soft hands closing around Liam’s thick shaft.

“Maybe I really should have been dating someone more in my league.”

Liam roughly pulled her toward a low couch in the center of the room. And sat down on it facing both Paige and I, his massive cock jutting up obscenely. He looked like a conquering king on his throne, while I cringed, banished to the corner to sit alone.

Liam cast one dismissive look at me, then focused his attention on Paige. “What do you want doll?” he demanded. “Ask me.”

“Please, Daddy,” she said in a voice trembling with shameful longing. “I want you to fuck me.”

Even knowing before she said it that it was true, the words of betrayal still lanced through me with a flash of shameful heat, crushing my heart at the same time it made my cock pulse with impotent longing. Liam patted his lap with a leering smile and I watched with sick fascination as Paige walked forward, turned around to face me, and slung her thigh over my hated rival, positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy in a sitting reverse cowgirl position.

He lay a hand on her thigh, making her pause, then turned to me with a smug smirk. “And him. Your little cuck in the corner. You told me what you want me to do. Tell little Tommy what you want from him.”

Paige’s startling eyes focused on me, and I saw that all of the love and tenderness for me had been crowded out, drowned by the twisted lust of this erotic moment. “I want you to jerk off while you watch me get stolen, Loser.” She moaned, then sank onto Liam’s cock.

A deep groan of satisfaction spilled from Paige’s mouth as she slowly impaled herself, closing her eyes in ecstasy as Liam’s solid length penetrated her cheating pussy. Finally, she reached his hips, and they sat there for a moment, Liam rocking his hips slightly beneath Paige to provide stimulation as she savored the feeling of being truly full for the first time in a long time.

For my part, I did as I was told. I freed my slimy cock from the confines of my pants and jerked off with my own shameful release as lube as I watched my loving girlfriend be penetrated by another man. It felt soul-crushing. It felt amazing. I suddenly understood the powerful humiliation and meaning of the cuck chair. It was a place specifically outside of the action. A place that was only for the truly pathetic, that forced them to the sidelines.

A place for those specifically disallowed from participating.

Liam pulled Paige’s head to the side as he slowly began to move beneath her, thrusting up into her dripping pussy. But she turned her head away, denying his kiss. “N-not now Daddy,” she whined. “Not while we… Not while we’re fucking. It’s too… too…”. It may have been a strange line to draw, but I knew what she meant. Kissing while having sex would make it intimate. Like they were making love. Absurdly, it caused a spark of hope in my heart. Paige was still considering this just a crazy one night stand.

If Liam was upset by this, he didn’t show it. He simply chuckled and said, “Alright doll. You want this to just be filthy, nasty fucking? I can do that. You’ve been a good girl all night. It’s time for you to cum.”

Liam’s fingers dug deep into Paige’s soft hips, pulling her down powerfully onto his cock. He set a punishing pace, demonstrating his power, technique and stamina as he slammed his cock upward into my girlfriend’s vulnerable pussy.

But Paige herself had no complaints. She moaned and screamed so loud that I was afraid she would be heard on the floor of the club even over the music. Her little tits bounced and jolted wildly with the force of Liam’s thrusts, and her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head from the intensity of her submissive pleasure.

It goes without saying that both of them had forgotten about my presence completely.

My own slippery cock tingled and pulsed in my hands as I watched my beautiful girlfriend be completely dominated and claimed in a way I would never be able to. My heart broke and my cock sang as Paige’s moans grew wilder and sluttier, her hips pumping up and down in enthusiastic cooperation as Liam’s thick cock pistoned into her from below.

Then I watched my girlfriend cum, squirming and writhing on the tip of my rival’s cock, and the only thing I could do was continue to jerk, impotent and jealous, banished from the sex act to observe in the corner.

Paige’s thighs quivered and her chest heaved with passion as her moans faded to gasps. Liam tangled his thick fingers through her messy locks, pulling her toward him again for a kiss.

And this time she didn’t hesitate, fully giving herself to my hated rival in a passionate, wet tangle of tongue and lips. Her eyes closed as she lost herself completely to the illicit kiss, tossing aside her early objections to submit to her new lover’s twisted will.

When Liam pulled away, his smug eyes flicked over to me, sitting, finally shocked sober, in my cuck chair in the corner. Then his eyes locked back onto the lovely, freshly fucked girl still impaled on his thick cock. “Now you’re going to make me cum, Paige,” he said in a voice quiet enough to feel intimate, but purposefully loud enough for me to overhear. “I want him to watch as I make you mine.”

Paige whimpered, and her beautiful blue eyes focused unsteadily on me, filled with a heartbreaking blend of guilt, lust, and cruel sadism. “L-loser,” she whimpered, still using the hated nickname suggested by the dominant partner in this twisted sexual encounter, “Come here.”

No matter how much my heart ached, I couldn’t disobey my girlfriend. I rose on unsteady legs from my humiliating seat on the sidelines and approached Paige where she still sat on Liam’s lap, her tight pussy wrapped snugly around his cock.

When I reached Paige, she pulled me down into a kiss. But was it just my imagination, or was the kiss that I got significantly less passionate than the one she just gave to my rival? I imagined that I could taste him on her, staining her, like I got only the sloppy seconds of her lips. Which, if I thought about it, was technically true of our entire relationship, considering that Liam had made out with her first.

Even as our lips were still pressed together, Liam began moving beneath Paige once again, providing a disturbing, up-and-down rhythm to the kiss that was impossible to ignore. When Paige broke away, it was because she couldn’t hold back a gentle moan anymore. But she still held my head close, pressing my forehead to hers, which was now subtly bobbing up and down from the deep, steady thrusts into her body. “Are you… are you having fun?” she murmured with a naughty grin, staring deep into my eyes from inches away.

“Paige, baby… I… I…” I tried to put into words how I felt about the events of the evening. How I had been confused, and horny, and terrified all at once. How all of those feelings had reached a powerful crescendo in this moment.

But despite the question, Paige wasn’t really listening. She was losing herself again in the carnal passion that my rival’s big dick made her feel. “Goooood,” she moaned, closing her eyes for a moment and shutting me out of her moment of intense pleasure. Her eyes snapped open again, and now, with an intense feeling of erotic dread, I realized that the sadistic lust I had seen there earlier had eclipsed all of her guilt for the moment. “I want you to kneel, Loser,” she said in a voice ragged with pleasure. “I want you to jerk off right up close as you watch a real man claim your woman.”

And then she was applying gentle downward pressure to my shoulders, and both Liam and Paige were widening the angle of their thighs, providing the perfect viewing spot for my ultimate humiliation. Just inches away from the action: the best seat in the house.

As I took my seat of honor, Liam began moving more powerfully, thrusting up into Paige’s tight, pink pussy with deep strokes. Putting on a show for the pathetic cuck who had been forced to watch. The image was instantly burned into my brain in a way that I could never forget. Liam’s long, thick cock, pushing, stretching, conquering as it plunged deep inside Paige’s pussy, shining with my girlfriend’s eager juices, his heavy, hairy balls swaying gently with the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. Paige’s tight, wet pussy gripping and milking his dick on the down thrust, her tender lips pulling and holding slightly each time, as if not wanting to let him go.

This was no longer a dirty, filthy fuck. It was deep, slow and tender. Their hips strained and ground together in perfect harmony, Liam seeking his deep, satisfying pleasure deep in my woman’s cunt, where I could never reach, and Paige dutifully working her pussy on his cock, obediently bringing him to orgasm, just as she was ordered.

Every tiny detail seemed to stamp itself into my brain. The smell of their mingled arousal and sweat was thick and heavy in the air. I watched in fascination as a thick line of my girlfriend’s thick fluids dripped down Liam’s balls and fell in a shimmering drop. Paige was moaning in wild, animalistic satisfaction, babbling “So goood, So fucking good, Daddy!” over and over again. Liam was kissing and sucking on the neck of the love of my life, marking her further with purple hickies.

My hand was shamefully working on my own cock. Fucking my fist while my rival fucked my girlfriend’s pussy. I had been tossed aside and forced to watch as my place was taken by a superior man. Mentally transformed into the loser that Liam and Paige branded me as: forced to imagine fucking Paige while another man actually got to. The twisted, self-destructive thoughts whirled through my head as I watched the pace of my superior tormentors increase.

Page pulled Liam’s head into another sloppy kiss, seeking that forbidden pleasure for herself this time. I watched Liam’s balls tighten against his shaft just inches from my face, preparing for his triumph. Paige’s hips writhed and ground with muscular intensity, desperately seeking her hot, creamy reward.

When the climax finally came, there wasn’t much to see, actually. All of the action was hidden away, a private moment of conquest and surrender between my girlfriend and my rival happening deep inside her. I saw them tense and hold, and watched Liam’s cock powerfully pulse with the forced of the thick jizz pumping through it, but the cum was hidden from my view, deposited deep inside Paige’s well-fucked pussy. Paige looked down at me, her eyes blazing with pity and contempt. “Cum. Cum for me, Loser. Liam just came the way he deserved. I want you to do the same.” Hearing her cruel, mocking words, my own shameful orgasm ripped through me, and I groaned, splattering my own load of cum all over the floor and my hands. Exposed for the world to see. Dripping from my fingers as I watched the love of my life creampied by the man I hated most in the world. Liam the victor came deep inside Paige’s sweet pussy. The loser watching on his knees came on the cold, hard floor. Just as things should be.

Paige lay back against Liam, still kissing him, more gently now as his cock slowly stopped pulsing. Their sweaty bodies reclined back together, basking in the glow of their shared orgasm. As Liam’s softening cock slid out of Paige’s now-gooey pussy, my searching eyes could finally see the telltale sign of Liam’s victory: thick, white, and oozing slowly from Paige’s raw, loosened cunt.

Then Paige looked at me, her beautiful eyes focusing on and fully acknowledging me.

Her expression was unreadable as she lay in Liam’s arms, her skin flushed and sweaty. Liam’s cum leaking out of her well-fucked pussy.

I held my breath as she opened her mouth to speak. The world seemed to hang on a knife’s edge as I waited to hear what my fate would be.

Choose an ending:

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“Sweet” Ending:

Paige frowned, noticing for the first time the tears rolling down my cheeks. She sat up right away, brushing off Liam as she tried to pull her back down to join him.

“Daddy?” she asked in concern, clearly addressing me once again by my rightful title rather than the usurper lying next to her. “What’s the matter?”

I tried to form words, but just choked out a sob. Paige’s look of concern intensified and she began to stand up. “Oh come onnnn,” said Liam beside her, “He’s just being a pussy, doll. Come back here.”

Paige turned to him with a flat look of icy dismissal in her eyes. “I let you call me doll tonight because I thought it would make it hotter for Tom,” she said frostily. “But don’t push your luck, Liam King. In fact, I’d like you to leave now.”

Even through my tears, the look of flabbergasted affront on Liam’s cocky face was deeply satisfying. “Wh… Do- I mean, Paige, you can’t be serious,” he said in stunned disbelief. Paige just arched an eyebrow, looking unimpressed even as Liam’s sperm slid thickly down her thigh. “Now,” she said flatly.

Wearing a look of offended confusion the entire time, Liam gathered his things and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Paige knelt down next to me and pulled me into a hug. “What’s the matter, Daddy?” she asked tenderly, “I was trying so hard to make it hot for you. Didn’t you have a good time?”

I finally managed to get the words out. “H-he took you. He stole you from m-me. I saw it in your eyes.”

Paige pulled back from me, her eyebrows drawn together in displeasure. “He WHAT?” she asked sharply.

“He claimed you,” I said wearily, my chest still hitching even after my tears had stopped. “He took you as his woman.”

Paige sighed. “Ok, Daddy. First of all…”

The ringing slap took me by surprise, knocking me out of my funk and startlingly me back into full clarity. I stared in shock at my girlfriend, who was wearing an unimpressed expression. “I’m not a dog, Tom,” she said firmly, “Or, like, a priceless painting or something. I’m a woman. I can’t get stolen, because you don’t own me. I cant believe you took that silly dirty talk seriously.”

“Second thing…” she said, pulling me into a tender kiss, “I’m sorry. This whole thing was supposed to be about helping you explore your fetish, and it looks like I fucked up and pushed things too far again.”

“But… but I saw you! You were into him! You ignored me!” I protested, still rubbing my stinging cheek. Paige gave me a confused look. “I did all the things we’ve been dirty talking about for weeks, Daddy. Ignoring you, focusing on another man, humiliating you… you don’t remember those being a nightly topic of conversation?” she asked gently.

I shook my head in confusion. “But I told you not to talk with him, and then you… you…”

Paige raised a bemused eyebrow, “You were sitting there with a giant smile and a raging boner, Tom, what was I supposed to think? That you hated it and I should definitely stop?”

I was feeling stupider by the second, but I still felt I had to protest. “But Paige, baby, I didn’t want you to fuck him, and you did anyway!”

Paige’s mouth fell open. “You didn’t want me to fuck him?” she asked in surprise.

“No!”

“But I asked you, Daddy! I asked you if you were sure that you didn’t want us to fuck,” Paige protested, still shocked.

That brought me up short. “I… I guess I assumed that you were… I don’t know, teasing me with that question? Mocking me maybe?” I said sheepishly.

Paige pinched her nose. “Ok ok, let’s not get bogged down here. I think we both fucked up tonight. But let me get to my third thing.” She pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me passionately on the lips. “Liam King is an obnoxious loser whose only good feature is the donkey dick between his legs. He’s an asshole, and honestly? A bore. The guy goes to parties every single night. He would put me to sleep.”

Her deep blue eyes peered lovingly into mine. “But even if he was a lot cooler than he was, he could never tempt me away from you, Tom. Nobody could. You’re the peanut butter to my chocolate. The anchor that keeps me grounded. And I think I forgot that tonight and let myself get carried away. So I’m sorry. I was a bitch tonight. Do you forgive me?”

I gulped down the lump in my throat. “Of course, Paige. And it sounds like I have to get a lot better at reading you. So I’m sorry too.”

Paige ruffled my hair. “I forgive you, Daddy. And I think I’m done with this cuckold stuff. Too much work,” she got a sly look in her eyes. “In fact… I think it might be time for Daddy to take charge in the bedroom again. I was a real bitch tonight… I read about this thing called petplay online. Maybe I could be a sweet little bitch for you more often.”

I laughed and hugged my lovely girlfriend tight, and we went home, making plans to pick out a collar the next day.

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“Bittersweet” Ending:

As she lay with her head pillowed by Liam’s sweaty chest, Paige’s deep blue eyes darted over my slumped posture, my devastated expression, my leaking, spent cock still held in my hand. An expression of tender sympathy spread over her face.

She patted Liam on the chest and rose to a sitting position. “Give us ten minutes, Stud,” she told Liam firmly. “My boyfriend needs a little pep talk.”

“Oh, come on doll,” said Liam with a smirk, “Why do we have to…”

“Ten minutes,” said Paige, cutting him off. She gave me a weighing look. “Or… you know what? Make it five. Get yourself a drink or something.” Then she gave him a quick peck on the lips in a gesture so casual that it sent a stab of desperate jealousy through my heart despite everything else I had seen.

Liam grumbled, but obeyed, grabbing his clothes and slamming the door of the room behind him as he left Paige and me alone to discuss our relationship.

Paige sank to her knees beside me, placing a light hand on my shoulder. “Hey. Hey, Daddy,” she said soothingly, granting me my old title back now that the superior man was temporarily absent. “Are you ok? What’s the matter?”

“You,” I said, my eyes welling again with frustrated tears, “He took you. H-he claimed you. You were his.”

Paige’s eyes were tender as she rubbed my back. She grimaced. “... Yeah. He did, Daddy. I won’t sugarcoat it for you. Your least favorite guy took your girlfriend and made her his.”

I felt my heart sink and I slumped even further than I already had, but then Paige took my head in her hands, raising my gaze back to her. “Temporarily. Just for a night!” she said firmly, her eyes begging me to understand. “That’s what the fetish is, Daddy. Losing me again and again, then reclaiming me. That’s what makes it fun.”

I stared at her, the cogs working slowly in my brain.

“So what do you say, Daddy?” said Paige, her hand creeping down to play with my spent cock. “I know you came twice to getting cucked, but are you man enough to step up and claim me back?”

I felt an enormous wash of relief that Paige had not actually been taken by Liam, that it was all part of the fetish act. And I found, to my surprise, thanks to the hard work of my girlfriend’s hand and my salved ego, I was man enough to go another round.”

With a giggle, Paige pushed me back down on the floor and straddled me. I didn’t have time to object before she had slipped my cock inside her. Into the hot, viscous remains of her session with Liam. But I didn’t have time to think too hard about the humiliation of getting sloppy seconds of my own girlfriend, Because Paige had started riding me, staring down with loving eyes and gently grunting with sounds of comfortable pleasure.

Not as wild or powerful as the noises she had made for Liam, but at this point in the evening, I would take what I could get.

“We are going to have so much fun together babe, you, me, and Liam,” she said with a wide smile. “I can’t wait to find out what happens next.”

I realized with a pang of disquiet that Paige had discovered her next obsession. She had moved on from being interested in cuckold dirty talk. Now, in-person cuckolding had caught her interest. I knew from experience that there was no way to shake these focuses. You just had to wait them out.

As my lovely girlfriend ground her hips down into my cock, her slightly loosened pussy squelching around me with my rival’s cum, I tried my best to mitigate the humiliation her new obsession had in store for me.

“But… it doesn’t matter if it’s Liam, right?” I asked desperately. “Wouldn’t it be better if we… I don’t know, just picked up a different random guy each time?”

Paige’s conflicted expression sent a thrill of jealous fear through my heart. “Wellll, Loser. Oops, hehe, I mean Daddy, sorry. Well Daddy, it was so hot with Liam tonight. W-why mess with a good thing, you know?” she asked, not looking me in the eye as her hips continued pumping relentlessly.

And that sent me over the edge, gasping and spurting a thin load of cum to dilute the thick white ooze filling my girlfriend’s pussy, just as Liam returned to the room, carrying a drink for him and Paige.

Liam fucked my girlfriend two more times that night, despite the fact that I was too spent to even jerk off anymore, just watching with disquiet from my chair in the corner.

I went home with Paige, kissing and snuggling and reclaiming her all the way. We had a cozy shower together to clean off the sticky remnants of Liam's lust, then I tucked her into bed. As I watched I watched my sweet girlfriend's chest gently rise and fall, I made my resolution.

I was the anchor in our relationship. It was my job to keep Paige grounded.

I didn't mind if she wanted to do cuckold stuff, but I needed to find a way to end this thing between her and Liam before we both got hurt.

…

“Bitter” ending:

As Paige's startling eyes took me in, kneeling on the ground in front of a pathetic puddle of my own shameful release, they grew distant. I could tell that something between us had changed irreversibly.

Paige turned away from me, snuggling up against Liam’s muscular body as they lay together on the couch. She cupped a hand against his ear, whispering something to him as her eyes darted one last time to my pitiful state, devoid of any remaining love or respect.

Liam chuckled deeply at whatever she had said. “Well, sorry, doll,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, “I think you have to tell him yourself, you’re technically still his girlfriend after all.” His handsome face split into a mocking grin. “I would phrase it a little more nicely though. The poor little guy looks broken enough as it is.”

Paige sighed heavily and said, “Daddy and I need a little private time, Tommy. Would you be a dear and leave us alone?” She didn’t even look at me anymore, her eyes were focused lovingly on Liam’s chiseled face.

“But… I mean… for how long?” I asked in a small, defeated voice.

Paige giggled and buried her face shyly in Liam’s muscular shoulder, muffling her response, but sadly not enough for it to be inaudible.

“Just go home, loser!”

…

When I got back home that night, I assumed there would be some fallout. Paige would come home late, then we would talk and somehow make sense of the craziness that had happened that night. Just like we always did.

But Paige didn't come home that night. Or the next night. I tried to call her, over and over again, but the calls simply rang through to voicemail every time. I tried to text, and they were all marked as read, but I never got a reply. I checked Paige’s social media. The only update was a shot of a delicious-looking breakfast on an unfamiliar table and a caption that read “Trying something new this weekend!” with three heart emojis.

Monday afternoon, I came home from classes to find that all of Paige's things had been moved out of our apartment.

All that she left me was a note.

“Sorry. You know me, always looking for something new.” With a hastily scrawled heart. It looked like it had been written in under a minute. An afterthought.

And if the note was really true, then I would have been able to live with it. If Paige really was an irrepressible free spirit who couldn't be tied down by anyone, then I would have been able to take comfort that I had held onto her for a little while.

But it wasn’t true.

I saw Paige and Liam around, from afar. Everyone knew they were dating. They were practically campus royalty: the hottest couple on campus. They were at all the parties. Which meant that I started going out less and less frequently. Without my loving girlfriend asking me to go, it was hard to summon the enthusiasm. Not to mention the fear that I would run into the famously lovey-dovey new couple at whatever party I went to.

Liam and Paige stayed dating. All through junior year. All through senior year. Longer than she and I had ever been together.

They got married two years after graduation. Sent me an invitation in the mail and everything. Maybe I was wrong about Paige from the beginning. Maybe she wasn't addicted to new things. Maybe she was subconsciously looking for one thing in particular.

And it was Liam.

I see their updates on social media all the time now. Always off on adventures, both equally enthusiastic. A perfect team. Maybe sometimes you don’t need to add peanut butter to your chocolate. Maybe sometimes more chocolate is just as good. Maybe even better.

But those social media updates, as heartbreaking as they are to see, aren't the worst news I get from them.

The worst things are the videos.

They sent them pretty frequently during our junior and senior years: videos chronicling their explorations in the bedroom. The same experiments that Paige once loved to hold with me. The major difference was that it seemed that Liam was always the dominant partner in bed, no matter what new kink they were exploring. And Paige still said the same filthy, demeaning things to me, grinning and giggling through the camera, now referring to me exclusively as “Loser”. But now she was far away and untouchable, forever lost to me, with no hope of sweet, tender aftercare sex ever again.

The videos dried up for a while after graduation. Maybe the happy couple got busy, or maybe their sex lives got more vanilla as they matured. Heartbreakingly, my guess is simply that, as time went on, they both just sort of forgot about me. I became nothing more than the funny story of how they met, a raunchy little tale they could only tell their closest friends over drinks, the whole table laughing at my expense. Paige and Liam clearly loved each other, and it made sense that their relationship became about just the two of them.

I was just some Loser that Paige had dated a long time ago.

But they didn’t forget about me completely. A wedding invitation wasn't the only thing they sent me when they got married. I also got a video of part of their wedding night.

And I've gotten another video since then on every anniversary. They picked the same day as the rave for their wedding ceremony. It can't be a coincidence. In every video, Paige looks into the camera and says happy anniversary with a cruel wink. She knows that it isn’t just her and Liam that celebrates the anniversary of that day.

I can only assume that Paige never really kicked her cuckolding kink. But she would never cuckold her true love, Liam. So she indulged herself once a year.

Rubbing failure into the face of a stick in the mud she used to know a long time ago. An easy target that was just to fun to toy with.

This year their anniversary gift came two weeks early. My hands shook as I pressed play on the video.

“Heyyyy loser!” said Paige, grinning on the couch in the bright, spacious living room of the house Liam had bought them. Her hair was shorter than she wore it in college, and the jewelry she was wearing looked much more expensive, but my heart ached, just like it did every time that I saw her, to see her beautiful face and lithe little body looked the same as when she was mine.

Besides her necklace and diamond earrings, Paige had nothing on at all, and her body looked primed and excited. Just like it did in all of her videos with Liam. “If I was a pathetic little cuck like you,” she said thoughtfully, dipping her hand between her slim legs to start feeling her pussy, “I would be so confused right now. Why am I getting my super special anniversary video so early, the only time of year that anyone pays any attention to me sexually? Is Daddy Liam just being extra generous this year?” She used an exaggerated “idiot voice” to mockingly voice my thoughts, and I flushed at how accurately she had guessed what I was thinking.

“Well, not quite, Loser,” said Paige, raising one hand to delicately fondle a stiff, pink nipple. “Because this isn’t actually your anniversary show at all! This is an invitation.”

She rolled her hips forward so she was resting on the edge of the couch, her flushed, sticky pussy displayed directly to the camera. “Me and Daddy have a very, very special anniversary planned this year, and we want you to be a part of it, Loser.” Suddenly, the perspective of the camera moved forward, and I realized that Liam had been there the whole time. He reached down, his strong hand coming into view to touch and rub at his loving wife’s desperate pussy.

Paige whimpered with submissive delight, biting her lip and spreading her legs wider to grant her husband better access. “You see, Tommy,” said Liam’s voice behind the camera, “Paige and I talked about it, and this is the year that I become a Daddy for real.”

Paige moaned and writhed up into Liam’s hand. “We want you to be a part of it, Loser. You were how we began. You know, it’s funny, you started out as Paige’s everything, and you know what you are to her now? Tell him, doll…”

Paige giggled, looking up lovingly past the camera at her husband with dazed, horny eyes as he played with her pussy. “A sex toyyyy,” she moaned.

Liam chuckled. “That’s right. We joke about it sometimes. All you are to Paige now is another tool she breaks out sometimes to satisfy a kink. And not even a particularly favorite sex toy anymore I’m sorry to say, Tommy. I don’t think anyone has ever been cucked as hard as Paige and I did to you.”

Paige pulled herself together, even as Liam’s hand worked relentlessly on her streaming pussy. “We aren’t going to send you any more videos after this one, Loser. I’m sorry. We’re starting a family, and this sort of thing is just too perverted for a young Mommy and Daddy to be doing. But… we want to say goodbye to this twisted thing we had. We want you to come over to our house and see Liam become a Daddy. One last time. In person, like the first time.”

Liam swiftly turned the camera back on himself. “No sex this time loser,” he said with his same old cocky grin. “But you’ll get all the sex you can stand to watch between me and Paige two weeks from now. I’ll send you the details. See you then.”

I should forget I ever saw the video. They themselves had said this would be the last I heard from them if I ignored their invitation. Maybe I could finally put this behind me and move on. Find a new girlfriend.

But the siren call of seeing Paige one last time… of seeing her get fucked like I had on the most horrible, erotic night of my life… it was too much to resist.

Hey, sometimes I need to stretch myself a little.

Get out of my comfort zone.

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