"Just have your fun"

Your text message status quickly switches to "read", but no reply comes. Agonizing minutes pass, and you compulsively check your phone, pacing around the apartment. You rationalize: maybe she was just teasing, maybe she didn't go through with it, maybe she's just having fun with her work friends.

But, you still know what you caught her watching on Friday, and you know she seemed to be hinting at wanting to do something different when you talked about it but wouldn't say just what it was. Was this it? did Alice want to have sex with other men?

You wish she had said something before now, you might have agreed to this before it happened. Should you have picked up on whatever hints she was dropping, and suggested it? You'll never know now, what's happening is happening and there's nothing you can do about it.

Your head swims, and your body roils in nervousness, worry, fear, and jealousy. You feel dizzy and like you want to punch the wall, or throw something, but stop yourself before you do any damage. You go between pacing around the apartment to sitting, to feeling like you might throw up and having to lay down, and back again. But the thing that discomforts you most, and leaves you reeling, is the strong undercurrent of sexual arousal you feel at the thought of Alice with another man.

You don't know whether to feel disgusted by your own reaction or not, and wonder what this means for your relationship. Is just sex really such a big deal? you honestly don't know. All you can do is wait for Alice to text or come home, and until then, sit on the couch and try to process.

Finally, after another half hour, you hear the keys in the door. You look over as Alice opens the door and stumbles in, her dress, hair, and makeup heavily mussed. You smell the sweat and sex as she walks in, and turns to shut the door. There's no doubt now she did what she said she was going to do, and you sit in silence, stunned and devastated.

Alice drops her purse and keys on the table, and wordlessly staggers over to you. She sits on the floor next to you, leaning against the couch with her legs to the side. She looks away from you, trying to avoid your gaze. Uncomfortable minutes pass, and you don't know what to say or if you should even speak first. Finally, Alice speaks.

"It happened," she admits, obviously more to herself than to you, because that it did is clear from her appearance.

"What did?" you ask, more to prompt her to speak further than anything else.

"We left the club and went out to his car...we got in the backseat and made out for a little while, and he fingered me again while I sucked his dick. Then, he crawled on top of me and fucked me. He didn't have a condom, so he pulled out and came on my stomach while fingering me more. After that, I got a rideshare and came straight home."

You can't help but ask her, "did you cum?" Alice nods. Swallowing your fear and jealousy, you ask, "did you like it?"

"Yes," Alice replies. "I liked it a lot".

You ask your next question, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from her. "Do you want to do it again?"

Alice thinks a bit, before saying, "yes". At that, she turns to you and moves her arms up to the waist of your pants. You allow her to pull them down, freeing your stiffening cock. She shifts her position to kneel in front of you, and she slides your cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down, wasting no time in teasing you or warming up.

The knowledge that not an hour ago another man had his cock in her mouth tempers your arousal somewhat, and the mixture of emotions flowing through you cool your passion, and it takes a considerable amount of time for Alice to bring you to the edge of orgasm despite her best efforts and explicit knowledge of what makes you cum quickly. When you go over the edge, Alice removes your cock from her mouth and strokes your shaft with her hand, allowing you to blow your load on her face.

Once you've cum, she holds her hair back with the other hand and raises her face, showing you the mess dripping down her forehead, nose, and chin, but she avoids looking you in the eyes directly. She kneads and massages your cock and balls until you've grown completely soft, and she stands up and staggers to the kitchen. She gets a bottle of sports drink out of the fridge, and stumbles into the bathroom.

Shortly after, you hear the shower running. Pushing the churning emotions aside, you follow her into the bathroom. Alice's dress is on the floor and she is in the shower with the curtain drawn, her hand extending from behind the curtain every few moments to take the bottle of sports drink.

You lower the toilet lid, and sit down, unsure what to say. A minute or two passes, and you hear from the other side of the curtain, "I know you're there".

You don't know what to say, other than, "are...you okay?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm okay...I just...did I go too far?"