Chapter 1A (Ethan);

Alina: “What?” She blinked at him, eyebrow raised.

Ethan: “You’re gorgeous.”

He stepped close, brushing a gentle kiss across her forehead like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She scrunched her nose and giggled.

Alina: “How you go from beast to gentle is always mind-boggling to me. Eheee~”

Her laugh filled the room—small, warm, the kind that unfurled something in his chest every single time.

Ethan (Thoughts): “Look at her. God, look at her. She’s beautiful even when she’s teasing me. I don’t know what I’d do without her. I don’t even want to imagine it.”

She snapped her fingers suddenly.

Alina: “Oh! Forgot to tell you! Tomorrow I need to open the store early, so no more fooling around tonight, okay? Shower, sleep. Strict orders.”

Ethan: “The new COD just dropped… I… uhhh…”

She crossed her arms dramatically.

Alina: “Fine! Fine! Humph! Go play your game. If you don’t want to sleep with me, just say so.”

She pouted, pushing her lip out like she knew exactly how to weaponize her cuteness.

He groaned, half laughing.

Ethan: “Come on! Don’t be mad. I’ll tickle you!”

Alina: “Only if you catch me!”

She darted down the hallway like a mischievous raccoon.

He pushed off the counter, ready to chase—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Ethan: “What the…?”

Alina peeked around the corner, hair bouncing.

Alina: “Go get it, mister. I’m taking a shower. Bleah.”

She stuck her tongue out and vanished behind the bathroom door. Water started running almost instantly.

Ethan sighed, adjusting his shirt as he approached the apartment door.

He opened it.

????: “U-um, hello. I’m from 14A…”

Ethan: “That’s downstairs, right?”

He took a closer look.

Ethan (Thoughts): “Is this a girl? No…wait… Man, he looks like girl though…”

The stranger cleared his throat, cheeks flushed pink.

Alan: “Look—name’s Alan. And I’ve got an important exam tomorrow. I need sleep. BUT I CAN’T SLEEP with the two of you going at it for hours!”

His voice cracked halfway through the sentence as embarrassment overtook anger.

Ethan blinked.

Ethan (Thoughts): “What the hell is his problem? But if I tell him to screw off, Alina’s gonna give me that look—bookworm solidarity and all…”

He glanced over his shoulder. No Alina. Only the sound of the shower. Good. Or bad. He wasn’t sure.

He turned back to Alan.

Ethan: “Listen up here, femboy—”

Alan’s eyes widened in offense.

Ethan: “You don’t make my schedule, okay? If you need silence, move out. This is an apartment complex, not a church.”

Alan: “I’m not asking for silence! I’m asking for… for basic decency! People live here, you know! Not everyone has the luxury to... too...”

Ethan: “To what? Say it...”

Alan: “Look! All I’m asking is for you to stop fucking everynight! Everynight! I can’t sleep!”

Ethan: “He’s cute, when’s he’s angry… Whoooaaa.. Whoooaaa.. Wait a second here, I don’t swing that way, or do I?”

Ethan (Thoughts): “Jesus, where did that come from? I’ve never looked at a guy like that before.”

After twenty minutes of bickering, the anger had simmered down, replaced by a weird, fragile truce. They were just two guys, the silence between them now filled.

Then, the bathroom door clicked open.

Alina: “Hey babyy~ Who was that at the doooo….”

Her voice, soft and sing-song, died in her throat.

She stood there, Her nipples, tight and dark from the heat, pointed directly at the stunned man in their doorway.

Ethan (Thoughts): “Oh fuck. this brat is right there. Don’t look. Don’t you look at her you fucking nerd. He’s looking. He’s staring. And my God, she’s never looked more beautiful. So ****. … on display for this little faggot to see...”

Alan didn't move. He was a statue, his mouth hanging open, his eyes locked on Alina’s utters, on display for him, her chest pounding, her massive titts gently moving. Ethan’s gaze was irresistibly drawn downwards, to the front of Alan’s crotch. There it was. A thick, hard ridge straining against the pyjamas.

Ethan (Thoughts): “Is that… is he hard? He’s hard for her, he's craving her. I should be killing him. I should shut the door... why… why is my own cock getting hard right now? This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. But my heart is pounding. Uhhhh... Ahhhh...”

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Five seconds. Ten.

Alina: “Ewwwwwwwwwk!”

The sound like a wounded pup. She collapsed, squatting down on the floor, arms wrapped around her naked body.

Ethan (Thoughts): “That sound. That’s the sound of her humiliation. My dick is throbbing because of it. Her shame... Why do I want to see more...”

Ethan’s gaze flickered back and forth between them—a frantic, guilty rhythm. His fiancee, her honor goone, a trembling ball of mortification on the floor.

Ethan slams the door in Alan's face.

Ethan (Thoughts): “She barely spoke to me after that, she was way too shy. After Alan saw her, she just rushed to bed. I’ve tried comforting her, but to no avail. I need to give her some space to recollect her thoughts. Hell, I was the first one to ever see her naked, we only had sex together so far. This is the first time another man sees her… she needs time to process this… And I need to take my thoughts away from this mess… What the fuck was wrong with me, getting hard at the sight of another man seeing her…. Shooo! Banish evil thoughts!”

Ethan (Thoughts): “What the hell is this new Call of Duty? Look at how they massacred my baby. Fucking 20-minute matches, machete kill streak… I can’t even fucking save during the campaign…”

Frustrated, he tossed the PS5 controller onto the couch. The game wasn't distracting him. His mind kept replaying the scene behind the door. He glanced over at his laptop, the screen a dark, promising void. He picked it up and opened it, the familiar blue light of a forum homepage filling his vision. He was lost deep within his search, his fingers typing out words he never thought he’d google.

Ethan (Thoughts): “What’s this? [Uneddit: I’ve finally convinced her to do it]… ‘It’s been a few months after I took you guys' advice, finally I’ve convinced her to go to the nudist beach with me… I got rock-hard watching her, even harder watching the other men staring at her fat tits and shaved cunt, I want to do more, I want to see another man’s cock get hard just for her…’”

His breath hitched. His own thoughts, mirrored by a stranger on the internet.

Ethan (Thoughts): “Gulp! These people are animals…”

He scrolled down, reading the comments. “Fuck yeah, dude! I bet you were throbbing. If that bitch would’ve been mine, I would’ve bent her over and fucked her ass right there on the sand while every other guy watched and jacked off.” His own cock started pulsating, a slow, heavy beat against his thigh, just imagining Alina in those situations, her body exposed on a public beach, other men’s eyes on her, their cocks stiffening.

Another post caught his eye: “I think we’ve finally managed to break her, thanks to all your advice… we’ve finally chosen our swinging partners, they’re from out of town, so no one will know… but she agreed… so… there’s that…”

Ethan (Thoughts): “Chosen partners? They actually… did it? They found another couple?”

He read on, his heart thumping. “We finally did it! It was the most depraved, amazing night of my life. Watching my wife’s cunt stretch around another man’s thick cock while his wife sat on my face… I didn’t even imagine that sex could feel this good.” The words were a ****, seeping into his pores, validating the dark, confusing arousal that still hadn't subsided.

Then, a name jumped out at him from the comments. “Have you guys heard about it? Club Anteros?”

Ethan (Thoughts): “Club Anteros?”

Another user replied, “The fuck is that?” The first comment was blunt: “Just google it you moron, I don’t have time to explain to you every fucking thing…”

Ethan’s fingers trembled slightly as he typed every letter into the Google search bar before pressing enter.

A sleek, dark website appeared. [Club Anteros] Swingers club for the refined, the organized. Free drinks, contests, free entrance for partners engaging in the activities.

Ethan (Thoughts): “Contests?”

He clicked through to the gallery, his eyes scanning the photos. They were all of smiling, attractive people, mingling in what looked like a high-end bar. Then he saw it. A picture of a couple, beaming, holding a giant check. He leaned in closer, his breath fogging the screen.

Ethan (Thoughts): “What? $100,000? They gave out that much money? And they have free entrance…”