It's disgusting, but I get horny thinking that he'll cheat on me.

Something about his cockiness, his aggressive negotiating stance, his complete disregard for your feelings, his complete dominance...

... something about that turns you on! You imagine him taking other women while you watch. Real women, he says, smirking at you. It makes you feel terrible, but also horny and ****.

"Yes," you whisper.

"Yes, what?" Kurt says, twisting the knife.

"Yes, you can have sex with other women if you want, after we're married," you say.

"Does that get you off," Kurt says, shocked.

"Yes," you whisper.

"Louder," he says, mercilessly.

"Yes," you say. "It gets me off."

"What is the name for that, I wonder? A woman who gets off on seeing her man sleep with other women?"

"A cuckqueen," you say.

"CuckQUEEN?" he says, too loudly. "That's not right. Queen is too fancy for that. How about CuckBITCH? Now that sounds right. FUCK, I am so horny. You gotta take care of this right now."

He signals to the waiter then takes you to the men's room. He pulls you into a stall and it's clear what he wants, so you kneel before him and unzip his pants.

His cock is a nice size, you have to admit, and it is nice and hard.

"Oh, FUCK you're good at this," he says as you put your lips around his hard member. "Oh, FUCK you're REALLY good at this!" he says, louder grabbing hold of your head.

You hear someone else coming into the bathroom, you imagine that they can see your high heels sticking out of the stall but Kurt doesn't seem to care. He continues to piston into your mouth groaning until with a "YES, THAT'S IT," he shoots. But he pulls out too quickly, and a big rope of his sperm shoots across your face and into your hair and over the bodice of your gorgeous red cocktail dress.

"OH GODDD," he groans, thrusting back in again and shooting some more. You swallow as best you can, his dick down your throat making you gag.

Finally he's done. He wipes himself off with some toilet paper.

"Clean yourself up then come out and let's finish dinner," he says.

You do as instructed, cleaning up your face and hair and dress as best you can, then re-doing your makeup, ignoring the stares of the men who have come in to do their business.

Finally you slip into the booth with Kurt. You imagine that you hear the whispers of the other diners, how they are commenting on the stains on your dress, how the men in the bathroom are telling their dates that they saw you in the men's room.

You and Kurt finish dinner, which is really excellent.

You say your goodbyes and you and April take the limo home.

Just before you drop her off, she gets a ping on her phone.

"Good news!" she says. "Kurt is interested in getting married! He says that as soon as you have bottom surgery, you can move into his apartment for a trial period and then get married!"

What have I done? you wonder.