No more holding back.

I stare at the bright white light blaring down from the tall ceiling of the grey, dull lecture room. The lecturer’s monotone voice carries through the vast space. Every 30 seconds I glance at my phone, praying, hoping that somehow each glance passes the time by at least 10 minutes. I don't even have any messages from Vi to get me through the slog. I slouch down in my chair and lean my head on the back of the seat. I can't believe it's nearly been a week since Vi's photo shoot. We were both hit by pure exhaustion and the last week was spent neglecting uni and pigging out on takeout. I sigh softly as I look back towards the large projector screen.

Maybe I should just leave. It is just a lecture, it's not like a tutorial, no attendance was taken and you're technically allowed to slip out. No one will stop me, no one would even call me out. I glance at my phone again. It's been 10 goddamn minutes, there's still half an hour left! I think I'm going to die in this chair.

My phone buzzes on the table, I grab it quickly to alleviate the noise it makes. Finally. A distraction. A message from Vi, the notification says it's a media message. Probably some meme or selfie. I check the time—mid-afternoon, pretty typical for Vi to have a nap around this time.

My breath catches in my throat and I cough. I turn my phone and press it into my leg and smile at the people turning around with concern. I look over my shoulder—good, no one can look over my shoulder. I turn my phone over again and breathe in sharply.

That hot-as-fuck smug grin. Where is she? I don't recognize this bathroom, this definitely isn't the one in her dorm. My heart sinks. I told her I wanted someone else to see it in person before I did... I wanted to be third in line. Does that mean...?

"Fuck babe, you look so fucking hot in that, just trying it on?"

I already know the goddamn answer.

"Ha. tbh I’ve been so fucking horny since the shoot. We've done all this teasing so far but I decided fuck it. I'm horny. You're a cuck, why am I depriving myself."

Her next message comes in, another photo.

I shudder out a breath, my mouth dry, the saliva refuses to be swallowed. Max stands behind her, his muscular arms around her possessively, his hands greedily groping my girlfriend’s tits. Fuck. Her grin, the way he's sucking on her neck, selfishly. Her hand—it's hard to tell but my gut tells me that she's grabbing him through his pants. If she's as horny as she says she is... Fuck me, her face. She's loving this. My heart tears in two from confusion and lust. Is it lust and excitement from teasing me? Or the fact that this guy is going to fuck her in ways I can't?

What?

I shake my head. I need to calm down. I asked for this. I'm not actually a cuck, I can make Vi cum just fine, we have a good sex life. This is just a bit of kinky extras... right? Right. I can fuck her just fine... The uneasiness of this fetish claws in the back of my mind, I can't help but worry that the nature of this fetish is making me lose some of my edge...

"Very rude to not reply."

I can feel her judgment through the phone.

"Soz. Just stunned. That’s so hot. When did you go see him?"

"I'm still with him."
"We're having a small break after tiring each other out."
"I want you in your room in 2 hours, naked and hard."
"See you soon my lovely cuck"

She signs off her brutal messages with one more image.

Fuck. Max is sitting spread-legged, his cock blocked by Vi’s frame, her head in his lap, very high up. Does she get that high with me? He's grabbing her hair tightly, her supple bubble butt pressed against the heels of her feet. This feels different than what it was with Trev. I never felt this humiliated with Trev. Especially since Vi lost interest in him so quickly. But Max... even through the photo I can feel it, I can feel that Vi wants him more... Ten times more arousing, but different nevertheless. But the thing that makes my brow moist with sweat, the thing that makes my hands shiver in chilling anxiety:

Max took this photo. Did she tell him about me? About us? About our relationship? Why else would he take the photo? And on Vi’s phone at that.

I look up as I see the students in front of me start to move. It seems the rest of the class went by quickly. I shove my phone in my pocket and adjust the front of my pants as I stand up to follow the crowd out.