Calmer, but still trepidated.

Christy is a sight for sore eyes, even if her current state does little to emphasize her good looks. Her beautiful blue eyes are still red from crying, a small glistening tear still lingering in one corner. Her slim body is hidden underneath her oversized pajamas, with no way to sneak a peek at her youthfully firm breasts or her well-trained bubble butt.

As she looks at you, still standing in the door, there's a moment of silence. "Another one of those!" you think, but this time it's her who breaks the ice as she nervously starts smiling at you, and opens the door fully.

"Hi John. I'm so glad you came over."

The two of you join in a hug. Her face presses into your neck, and as it does, you realize how much she must have cried, because it leaves a lingering feeling of dampness.

"Baby, I would never leave you alone like that."

Ushered in, you enter her small apartment. Her taste in decoration shows in the bright and open living room. With cream colors and soft pillows on about every surface, the room feels as comfortable as it could get.

For a split second, you awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, as if it is the first time you've been here. You look at her plushy sofa and remember the times the two of you had fooled around on there. "Christy is many things but definitely not timid" you think to yourself while imagining her on top of you, riding your dick like there's no tomorrow. Her deliciously hard nipples sway in front of your face, close enough for you to occasionally suck or lightly nibble on them. You hear the slaps of her thighs on yours, as well as her primal moans while her pussy squeezes your dick, trying to milk you for everything you've got coaxing your sperm into the condom you'd always wear. Your overactive imagination again got the best of you!

Brought back to reality, there's no sexual energy right now as Christy sits down on the couch with you. You're painfully aware of the gap that she's left between the two of you. As she leans back and grabs a pillow for hugs, your heart sinks for a moment. Seeing her like this makes you regret your decision a little. And yet, there is something else... a weird energy in the room that isn't awkwardness, shame or guilt. It's something new, something strong. The tears and trepidation in Christys eyes are palpable but joined by a deep twinkle of inquiry. You're still nervous about how to approach this and her hiding behind a pillow doesn't exactly help calm you down.

"So.... how are you?"

You immediately scold yourself for starting this with the dumbest question possible. For a second, you avert her eyes and nervously look to the side at her desk. Her laptop is active, displaying a browser with a Youtube-video opened and paused. You have to squint to make out the tagline "You've cheated - What now?" There's other open tabs but you can't make out what they say. Suddenly, you realize that you're impolitely staring at your girlfriends laptop and look back towards Christy.

"I dunno, it's just so much to process..." Her answer lifts a stone from your heart. At least she's talking.

"I know, it's a lot. I completely understand how you feel. After all, it's new for me as well! And just as surprising."

"So... what happened? Who are these people? I'm just so confused.."

"I know, it's so creepy! I just woke up in a room and some masked person told me how they're trying to find guys who like cuckolding and then I saw you through a glass wall, all naked and.... and then there was Rob with his cock out and..."

At this point you stop yourself from getting too excited. The mental image of Christy embracing Rob's erection, looking up at him doe-eyed before being allowed to suck on his huge member has aroused you enough that your pants start to feel uncomfortably tight.

"And then what? What did I do?" her voice actually startles you. She looks at you, making direct eye contact from behind her pillow. Her face is hidden from view, save for her admittedly beautiful eyes. Is she challenging you? Teasing you? At least her voice doesn't sound upset anymore. You decide to continue.

"And you looked so hot, practically throwing yourself at him. I've never been so horny as I was when you sunk to your knees before him, begging him for his dick, humiliating me just to have a chance of sucking it. And when you started sucking it, I was so **** to jerk off, it made me so fucking horny!"

You look over to Christy, acutely aware how you've shamelessly gushed over the fact that she worshipped your bully right in front of your eyes while humiliating you. She has lowered her shielding pillow at this point and her whole body seems to have relaxed somewhat. Her tears have dried completely now, being replaced by a blush on her cheeks. Her eyes, still filled with a good amount of uncertainty, are a little glazed over, a look you have seen many times. This is emphasized by her slightly opened lips, a sensual and inviting sight. And then there's her nipples, evidently hard beneath her flannel pyjamas. Emboldened by her state of arousal, you continue.

"He manhandled you, fucking your pretty face, treating you like his little slut! He turned you on more than I ever could, just by abusing your throat, violating you until you couldn't take it anymore. And I saw that you wanted more. You weren't content with just sucking him off...."

Your voice trembles with arousal as you recount your experience. It takes every ounce of willpower not to whip out your rock-hard dick and jerk off right here on the sofa. Christy's blush only deepens as you recount the sordid details of her exploits. You see how her hands now rest on her thighs, subconsciously caressing herself as her whole stance now seems yet more open towards you. The expression on her face now mirrors your own feelings: she's obviously deeply aroused.

At this point, you stop yourself for a split second. Do you want to take this further? And if so, does this stay a fantasy for the both of you right now or do you actually want so start pushing her towards further infidelity?