"I got a date"

You read the words, not quite understanding what it means at first, and as the comprehension dawns on you, you feel a sudden rush of blood to the head as a wave of excitement, nervousness, and arousal floods your body, as if you were struck by lightning.

Your hands shake as you text back, "cool".

Realizing how dumb and insensitive that sounded, you immediately type and send another text. "I mean, it's really good you're doing this. I'm happy for you. How did it happen?"

A few minutes pass, and you get another text. You immediately grab your phone and check it. Alice has texted back, "he was on that dating site. He seems really cool, so I thought I'd give him a chance. He knows it's just for fun."

You can't help yourself but type back, "what sort of fun?"

Alice texts back, "just like we talked about before, just hanging out.{if Cuck=1} But maybe...{endif}"

{if Cuck=1}"Maybe what?" you text back.

Almost immediately, Alice replies. "Maybe if he's nice and the reality matches the pictures he sent...you never know..." She sends you a photo. It's a dick pic, of a rather impressively-sized, clean-shaven, member with a large but not excessively bulbous head, at the base of which rest two equally-impressive testicles.

"Wow," you text back. Alice replies, "ikr? I've been thinking about that in me all day...but I dunno..."

{endif}Still feeling excited and slightly woozy, you text back, "when are you meeting him?"

Minutes pass, and you can barely concentrate on your work between checking your phone and thinking about tonight. After what feels like forever, Alice texts you back, "I just got off work, going to stop at the apartment and change. We're meeting in two hours."

You reply, "any thoughts on what you're wearing?"

After a few more minutes, she replies. "That short chiffon halter-top dress you like so much{if Exhibitionist=1}...minus panties{endif}".

You reply, "really planning to impress, huh?"

She texts back, "you know it! Anyhow I'm about to start the car...I'll see you tonight after my date! Love you!"

You text back, "love you".

The rest of your work day goes by disastrously, as you can't concentrate on your work at all, and all you can think about is your fiance's date with another man. You develop a pit in your stomach, and being full of nervous energy you can barely stay at your desk and constantly find excuses to get up and walk around. Worse, the arousal you feel at the thought of Alice with another man churns in your lower abdomen, and you spend the day in varying states of erection, guilt, and nervousness in waves.

You continually check your phone and the time, and you can't help but note the time you get off work is about the time Alice's date starts. When that time arrives, you still feel woozy, slightly nauseous, and you've broken out in a cold sweat which has prompted more than one coworker to ask if you're feeling ill. Unable to be honest, you just tell them your lunch disagreed with you and that you're fine.

You try to **** your mind to the present long enough to drive home, but despite this, you check your phone for messages at every stoplight. When you get home you immediately go to the kitchen to pour yourself a stiff drink to try to calm your nerves. The way your stomach feels, you can forget about eating tonight, and you decide instead to take a cold shower to try to regain some sense of balance with the world.

When you get out of the shower, you realize you've missed a call from Alice. Without listening to her voice message, you immediately reply via text. "I was in the shower, how's your date going?"

You sit, naked, on the toilet waiting for her reply. After a few minutes, it comes. "Really well, actually that's what I called about..."

You see the "typing..." indicator, but don't wait. "What about it?" you ask.

Alice continues. "What we talked about earlier...{if Cuck=1}it's about to happen.{endif} He asked me if I wanted to come to his place for a nightcap..."

{if Cuck=0}You reply back, "I thought you just wanted social fun, no sex?"

Alice texts back, "I know...that's why I called. I don't want to go back on that, so I called to ask if it was okay, or if you wanted to stick to the original plan."

You reply, "what do you want to do? Do you want to have fun with him?"

After a few agonizing moments, Alice responds, "yes".

You're unsure what to think. Before you can reply, Alice texts, "are you okay with that?"{endif}