Concluding the "sleepover".

"Alex I don't want to..." Alex cut Sarah off.

"Sarah this is important." Sarah shut up and listened to Alex.

"Listen, I love this thing we're doing, but you must decide what we are." She let the words hang for a second in the air.

"Because I had a lot of fun and want to do this again, but I will not be a kink dispenser that you hid away like a dirty little secret play with when you have time or feel like it." Sarah hated every word that came out of Alex's mouth. She didn't want to think about Michael and how she had cheated on him. But of course, it wasn't fair to Alex to just play sometimes and then go back to Michael as if nothing happened. However, Alex pressed on.

"You have three options now, one, we stop this thing we're having and go back to just being friends as we have done before; two, you have to break up with your boyfriend; or three, you convince him to go along with this." Sarah's heart fell at the first two options but perked up a little when option three was presented.

"I don't want you to decide now, but I'm not playing around until you tell me how you will have it. Take the rest of the week to figure it out." Sarah opened her mouth to speak but Alex held up her hand.

"This isn't a negotiation. These are my starting criteria for this. Then when you decide what you want, call me, and we can discuss this more." Alex leaned forward and kissed Sarah as a "parting gift" before getting up and ushering them out of the apartment.

The day went slowly by for Sarah. There were no naughty tasks to do or problems to circumvent. She had lunch with Alex but refused to talk about naughty stuff, instead spreading the usual gossip. To Sarah, the day felt slow and drab.

Sarah wasn't in the mood for anything when she got home that evening. She sat on the sofa, watching tv and sulking. Michael did what he could to cheer her up, but nothing seemed to work. Sarah missed the buzz from being horny and knowing she wasn't allowed to cum. The only exciting thing that happened that evening was when they were undressing for bed, and she had removed all her outer garments and was standing in only her underwear. That's when Michael noticed the new panty and bra.

"Hey, that's something I haven't seen you in before." Sarah looked down and realized she was wearing the pair Alex had made her wear. She didn't know what to say, and her cheek turned slightly pink, so she simply said it as it was.

"Well, Alex gave it to me." Michael took a step closer and examined the obviously unpractical and revealing garments. As Michael moved closer, he picked up their musky smell. Of course, he recognized that smell from countless nights they'd spent together.

"Um, what did you guys do?" Sarah was in full panic mode. How could she explain this in a good way in that he wouldn't get hurt? On the spot, she made up something that wasn't totally a lie but not far from it.

"We talked about her breaking up, and then we talked about our relationship, how good it was, and that I was interested in a threesome. Alex showed me some new things she has bought and then got a little carried away and..." She didn't know how to continue the sentence and knew parts of it were untrue, and that wasn't the sequence of events, but it spared Michael of the gory details of her and Alex's bdsm rendezvous. Sarah was scared to look up. She didn't know how Michael would react.

"You want a threesome?" Sarah should have guessed that he would focus on that. Sometimes, he was such a boy. She looked up, and, of course, he didn't look angry or betrayed. Dangle a threesome in front of them, and anything may happen.

"Yes, with Alex, but I'm exhausted. Can we talk about this another day?" Michael looked like he didn't want to let it go but decided to drop it, at least for tonight. They crept into bed, and Michael fell asleep quickly, but Sarah couldn't sleep. After a while, she got up, went to the other room, and booted up the computer. She went on forums about BDSM and BDSM-adjacent topics. Even though she wasn't looking to masturbate, she couldn't help but touch herself when she read about other people's lifestyles and wished it was her.