Arc One: Cassie Stays With Adam

"So you're sure she's not seeing anyone else?"

Given how relieved he looked, you don't think you need to repeat yourself, but you do regardless. "Nope. Trust me mate, I've watched every tape twice. No one visited, no one called, nothing. All she did all day was-"

Adam hastily holds up a hand to cut you off. "Don't tell me. I feel bad enough about having you spy on her... betraying her trust like that..." His voice trails off, a look of guilt comes over his face as he stares out at the ocean.

Adam had been anxious ever since you had texted him, telling him you had picked up the camera and watched the tape. He had wanted to be told the verdict in person.

Originally, the meeting was supposed to take place tonight, but after a sleepless night, Adam had thrown the towel in. He woke you up at four a.m. with a text, asking if the two of you could meet earlier. Being the good best-friend you were, you agreed, which resulted in the two of you walking down the boardwalk at six in the morning.

You had been grumpy at having to wake up so early, but after a cup of Starbucks coffee, you could admit that there were merits to rising earlier than normal. The rays of the rising sun felt like little bunny hops against your skin and it illuminated Adam's expression wonderfully, letting you enjoy his regret and guilt.

Let him wallow for a few seconds. You had to cement the feelings before they could fade into a distant memory. "I told you, didn't I? Cassie's not that type of girl. I've known her since middle school. I've never known her to be dishonest about anything, never-mind about something so large."

"I know, I know. I just had to be sure, you know?" The old song and dance had already been sung and danced, back when he first came up with this idea. Neither of you are eager to retread the old steps, and so you cut to the chase.

"Alright, just don't do it again, alright?" Try to mirror Adam's guilty expression. He is more likely to believe your emotions are sincere if he's feeling them too. You stop, forcing Adam to stop as well, lest he leaves you behind. Turn and face him. "I mean it mate. You're my best friend, but I've known Cassie since we were kids and I don't feel comfortable keeping this a secret from her. I won't tell her this time, don't worry, but she deserves better than to have a partner that doubts her every move."

The most important thing you said was that last line. 'She deserves better than to have a partner that doubts her.' For that line, you had activated your power and pumped as much of it into your voice as you could have, forcing the words to take hold and warp your friend. When the next thought of doubting her loyalty enters his mind, the command would banish his worries. Cassie deserved to be trusted, after all.

Adam doesn't argue or escalate in response to your heavy-handed approach. Instead, he backs down like a brow-beaten dog, his feeling of guilt helping the process along. For the most part, you were echoing his thoughts back at him. He might not like it, but he can't argue with it. "I know."

"Good." Start walking again. Adam follows.

An uncomfortable silence dawns. Adam breaks it after a few seconds. "So, about marrying Cassie. I think I'm going to ask her soon."

Offer a smile. "Good on you mate. Cassie's been waiting for a while. She was starting to give up hope on you ever proposing."

"What," he yelps. "You told her?"

"Of course not. Do you think I would betray your trust?"

Adam flushes. "No, of course not," he echoes. "But you just said-"

"Remind me, how long have you been dating?"

His brows furrow. "It's been eight- god, has it really been that long?" Catching your stare, he completes his answer. "Eight years. Ever since what's-her-face's birthday party."

"Eren Mackiner," you provide the name. "November 14, 2012."

Adam barks out a laugh. "Your memory is something else. You still remember that?"

How could you not? It was the day everything started to go wrong. Your mind had gone back to that day a few times in the intervening years, imaging what could have been if things had gone differently. You had done it more frequently recently, as their lives got better and more idyllic while yours circled the drain.

"It was a good party. The first time I got blackout drunk- you never forget that first."

Adam laughs again. "I remember that. I had to drive you back home. Your parents weren't happy." You remembered it too. It was at that party that you introduced Cassie and Adam and got to enjoy watching the girl of your dreams hit it off with another man. You tried to butt into the conversation a few times but got politely swatted down by the enraptured couple. It wasn't a coincidence that you winded up drinking so much.

Don't let your thoughts show. Keep smiling. "That was eight years ago. Since then you've gone through basically all the steps in a relationship. The two of you have even moved in together. Marriage is the logical next step, isn't it?"

Adam nods, mollified. "I guess. But how do you know that Cassie's been looking forward to me proposing?"

"I heard her chatting about it with Jenna."

"Ah," Adam acknowledges. A few more steps and then Adam's anxiety takes hold again. "Do you think she'll say yes?"

"I'm sure she will. If she wasn't getting something out of this relationship, she wouldn't still be here."

You hadn't exactly lied to Adam. Lies weren't your style. You preferred misdirection.

Cassie hadn't been thrilled when you insisted that she shackle herself to Adam via. the holy bonds of matrimony but you had managed to bring her around. It wasn't like she wasn't going to be getting something out of her new relationship with Adam, after all.

"How do I look?" Despite speaking to you, Cassie isn't looking at you. Her coy gaze is reserved for the camera as she shows off her newest lingerie.

"Beautiful. I'm sure Adam'll nut at the sight of you."

You barely get to see the grin that crosses Cassie's face before she twirls, facing the other way. Her marriage cloak acts as a cape, and trails over her ass. It doesn't hide much. The cloak is mostly transparent, save for the spots which have the floral pattern embroidered into it.

Slowly, Cassie bends over. Only when she is horizontal does she turn her head and look at you. "I'm counting on it. The less time I have to spend with that limp-dicked loser, the better. You're not a limp-dicked loser, are you John?"

Deliberately, you look down. You aren't wearing pants, ensuring that your ten-inch erection was fully revealed. Look back up and raise an eyebrow as though to ask if she were serious.

"Then why are you still standing there?" She slowly starts to straighten. "Come over here and fuck me."

Normally, if Cassie noticed you had an erection, she wouldn't make you come to her. She would crawl to you before deepthroating you until you came. Now, however, there was a camera rolling and you were deliberately standing out of frame. Cassie didn't want a second of your affair being off-camera.

"A year. We can record a year's worth of sex tapes. Once all the film is used up, we'll talk about this again. If you still want to leave him, you can do it then. And you can deliver your message with the tapes."

To get Cassie to stay with Adam, negotiations had to be held.

Cassie wanted to hurt Adam. To see his face when he realized that he had been living a lie. To have him know that the two people that were closest to him had betrayed him. She wanted to blow your affair wide open. You didn't. You are happy with the status quo. Fucking Cassie behind his back is enough for you.

Negotiations meant compromising- and so you did. On the surface, at least. You had told Cassie that once the tapes were used up, she was free to show them to him and you meant it. It was a misdirection, not a lie.

It was a clever bit of rules-lawyering. The cameras are capable of recording a year's worth of non-stop footage. If all twelve of them were running at once, as Adam had intended, they would have lasted for a month. That wasn't happening- they were going to be used one at a time.

Cassie had realized that much, but she hasn't yet realized that the cameras weren't going to be running all day. They would only be on while the two of you were having sex. This, in turn, means that each camera could be made to last a lot longer than a single month.

Today, for instance, the two of you have four hours together before Adam got home. If the camera is on for the next four hours before you turn it off, you will still have saved twenty hours worth of film, which would carry on to tomorrow, where you would only be using another two hours of film.

There is no way that the cameras will be out of film in a mere year. 'We can record a year’s worth of sex tapes,' could be interpreted the way Cassie had assumed you meant it, or it could be interpreted as you had meant it. If need be, you can use this ambiguity to push back the date of the reveal as far back as you want to.

It was a delaying tactic, but not a solution. Eventually, the day would come that the tapes would be used up, and on that day Cassie might still want to give the tapes to Adam. You need a more long-term solution.

"Ready for a baby?"

"Ready to knock me up?" Cassie shot back, turning once more and slowly bending forward, letting her white panties ride up.

Her first kid will be either yours or Adam's- it doesn't matter to you. Cassie is going to be having more than a single child, and given that she is going to be sleeping with both of you, chances are that some of them would be yours and some of them would be Adam's.

You and he look enough alike that without a paternity test it will be impossible to distinguish which child belongs to who. At present, Adam has no reason to ask for a paternity test. That would last unless he got irrefutable proof that she was cheating on him. Proof like these tapes.

If at the end of this, Cassie still wants to give Adam the tapes, you can change her mind using the illegitimate child as a tool. Doesn't she like the idea of turning Adam into a cuck? Of having him love and raise a child not his own?

That's a way off, of course. The first step to bringing this plan to fruition is giving Cassie a child.

Step into the camera's field of view and then continue walking. You and Cassie had discussed the 'roles' the two of you would be playing on camera at length.

The possibility of having you stand still and letting her do the work had been floated. Having Cassie back herself onto your dick while you held still would highlight how active Cassie's involvement in the scheme is.

After due consideration, a different choice was made and a different facet was chosen as the focus. The emphasis would be placed on how different you and Adam were as lovers. Adam was gentle and considerate. Your screen self would have to be different- rough and dominant. An alpha male to Adam's beta.

Stride up to Cassie's who's offering you a coy look. Wind your hand through her hair and pull back so that she looks up. Lean down to kiss her. At five-foot-four-inches, Cassie is much shorter than you. She kisses back. Kiss harder, with bruising ****.

Cassie opens her mouth and slips her tongue into your mouth. Push it back out and enter her. Dominate her. Win the first round, and pull back to get a breath of air. Lean back in and win another round. Each time, Cassie gets less effective, but no less eager. Something any viewer of these tapes would be able to see. Her smile never falters.

A peal of laughter escapes her lips as you crouch down further to get at her breasts, landing only a single kiss on her neck on the way. A hand wraps around her waist and reorients the two of you so the camera can get a front view while simultaneously pulling her closer.

"Your tits are tiny. I love them."

Her hand wraps around as much of your dick as possible and starts to stroke it at a languid pace. "Your dick is giant. I love it."

A bark of laughter, "I bet you do slut. I bet you do. Adam can't compare?"

Cassie rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. He's barely half the size."

"Five inches?"

"Barely," Cassie repeats with a smirk. "I can deep-throat him. You, on the other hand..." Cassie doesn't try to finish her sentence, preferring to demonstrate what she means. Her hand is still on your dick- she moves it to the base to hold you steady while she sinks to her knees. Cassie opens as wide as she can and dives.

She gets five inches- all the size her fiancee allegedly had- before coming to a gagging halt. Cassie holds, withdraws a bit before rallying and going for another round. She gets six inches this time before getting stuck and pulling off entirely.

Cassie's smiling as she coughs out thin ropes of spit. Her voice is raspy as she looks at the camera. "See? Far too big to handle."

"I'm willing to give you a hand there." Hands wrap into her chestnut locks and pull her close to you once more. Cassie opens wide giving you implied permission. Thrust in. Skull-fuck her. Start with rapid, shallow thrusts, battering her throat into opening wider before transitioning to long, slow thrusts.

Match her six-inch record and exceed it. Seven inches- eight. That was all she could manage even with your help. Hold there. Enjoy how her throat vibrates around you before pulling off entirely.

"Eight inches. Not bad."

"Two more to go. You'll help me practice, won't you John?" She does her best to look innocent and cute- an imagine ruined by the fact that the bottom of her chin is glossy with spit, lines of which are trailing in between her breasts.

Nod regardless. Cassie didn't need to persuade you- you are more than willing to let her give you blowjobs. "Later, sure. For now, let's see if your other holes are better at fitting me."

"I doubt it," Cassie said even while she obligingly stripped out of her panties and now stained bra. "Adam has a pencil dick. Haven't been stretched out properly in a while."

"There are ways around that."

If the two of you had decided to go down the route where Cassie highlighted how willingly she was betraying Adam, this would be the part where she would saunter up to you and push you to the ground before mounting up and riding you. That wasn't the route that the two of you had chosen to go down.

Instead, the initiative is yours. Move forward and lift her- a demonstration of strength. It's not too difficult. Cassie's tiny and weighs barely a hundred pounds. It gets even easier when she wraps her legs around your waist obligingly, allowing you to aim and slip your member into her, spearing her.

Gravity does its work, pulling her down onto you far past the point of comfort, causing Cassie's face to contort in both pain and pleasure. It heightens further when you start to bounce her, each movement sending her deeper and deeper.

She buries her face into your shoulder for a second before remembering the camera's and lifting her head. "He's so deep," Cassie moans. "He's stretching me."

"You might be marrying Adam, and we might be getting in you, but I'm the only one that is going to be feeling this part of you." A joke oriented around the fact that Adam can't reach as deep inside Cassie as you can. It isn't very good. Perhaps Cassie would have faked a laugh anyway if she hadn't been so busy moaning.

In moments like these, Cassie's honest. It hadn't been so long ago that the cheerful Cassie was the real Cassie, but those days are gone now. Now, Cassie only smiled for the cameras. For the promise that one day, Adam would see these tapes and it would hurt all the more to know that she was happy while she was cheating on him.

In these moments, however, the fake smiles- the statements- are gone. Her ability to pose for the cameras are gone. All that's left is the Cassie you had created; the better Cassie. An animal twisted by lust; panting with pleasure.

Her head was thrown back, exposing her delicate neck. Her eyes were rolled back and her mouth hangs open. Her nails tore gouges out of your back and she came. There were no throaty moans, only a scream of ecstasy that only grew louder when you came as well, dumping your load into her unprotected cunt.

Maybe she'd get pregnant from it. Maybe not. Either way, it didn't matter.

You'd knock her up eventually.

This chapter was commissioned John Smith. I'd written half of it and then I got bored and stopped writing it. John Smith joined me at patreon.com/malkuthze and asked me to continue and so I did. If he wants me to continue even further, I will. He doesn't have any requests for story direction, however, so I guess you still get to vote.

• Option One: Get yourself a whore- The next chapter is going to be Adam's and Cassie's wedding. Both of Cassie's friends are going to be there. You can take this opportunity to get a girl to fool around with in the the form of Miranda (see character list for an expanded description of Miranda). Of the three girls you can get- Miranda, Cassie, and Jenna- Miranda's the most dominant one.

• Option Two: Get yourself a wife- The other option is Jenna. She's the most submissive one that you can get.