Straightening it all out

So, she didn’t say that she was going to talk to him about it, but it was fairly obvious when she asked Erik to drop her off at her own dorm instead of staying the night at his.

His heart thumped with nerves and confusion; he wasn't entirely sure why he was on the receiving end of her ire. He had asked, of course, what was wrong, but she had been adamant that she needed to cool off before properly talking about it.

Erik had never seen her so angry in their year and a bit of dating; a chill went down his spine — and not the fun chill!

Her eyes roared death, her muscles tense and her breathing scarily even. She had smashed his car door closed, looked back. A little apologetic, but stormed off all the same.

And now she sits here, still glaring, two days later. The bare minimum in terms of text messages and responses. She still updated her socials with a fresh thirst trap, and that comment she had left on that male model’s social pic… It almost felt like a small punishment for Erik specifically.

Erik felt bad afterwards; call it post-nut clarity… After he jerked off. Staring at his girlfriend's own social post. Imagining her with that same model, getting her frustrations out, really wanting to punish Erik for his unknown transgression, imagining her, going to him, to get her frustrations out, photoing or videoing the encounter for her own pleasure, rather than for publication.

He looks up from his feet, Vi staring out the window, her soft hands nursing the iced latte Erik had made for her. She finally looks at him, and instead of the anger from two nights ago, it’s a soft hurt.

“Oh god. What’s wrong?” Erik asks, distraught, “What did I do?”

He did feel bad. Despite jerking off. For the rest of the last day and a bit, he’s been nervous and upset.

“I thought it was going to be all three of us…” She says softly, searching for something in Erik’s eyes.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“With Brandon. I thought you would join me, not just watch… You said you would. You said.”

Erik blinks, his brain desperately trying to find the memory that proves her right, “I… I don’t remember saying that.” He admits.

She watches him carefully, her fingers shivering from the ice in her drink, “Why didn’t you join anyway?”

“I… Thought it was hot.”

“And why didn’t you ask me that? If it felt better with him?” She reaches out and touches his hand, “Did I do something to make you think I wasn’t enjoying being with you?”

Erik stammers.

“I didn’t ask you to sleep around more because I thought you were doing bad in bed. My love. Sex with you is always the best. Yeah, some of these guys fuck real good. But I wouldn’t replace you with any of them, ever.”

“Vi…” He says softly.

He didn’t even consider the idea that’s how she would see it.

‘I need to come clean.’

“Vi… I…It’s not like that.” He sandwiches her hand with his left, tilting his head, sighing. “I don’t know how to say it.”

She blinks slowly, forehead creasing with worry.

“I… It started as like… Entertaining… the idea…. That you were…” He trails off, finding her eyes.

She just shakes her head, gesturing for him to go on, to explain.

“That there was a hint of truth… to the NTR. To the cucking…”

She stays silent, just watching.

“It was hot and exciting to think about… That you had been exposed to all these new experiences, that you didn’t need me like that anymore, and that you could replace me with all these… other people.”

“How could you put that on me?” She interrupts, looking hurt.

He shakes his head, “No no! It was just… Fantasy, silly little thing that I would think about it when,,, y’know.” Suddenly feeling awkward, gesturing to between his legs, “I knew it wasn’t real… But then I started… Doubt myself.”

He looks up, “Not because of anything you did, or said, I promise,” He looks down, unable to look in her eyes anymore, “It turned into a real feeling of like… low confidence, and lust, and… inadequacy.”

“Why did you keep that from me?” She asks, eyes shimmering, her facade of strength faltering.

“I’m sorry… It was just such a turn-on… I really, really was growing to love this idea of being like, humiliated or something, to feel that thrill and nerves in my heart, the possibility of you becoming a…”

“Actual slut?” She asks.

He nods, shamefully, finally looking up again, “I’m sorry Vi. I put that on you, without asking, and that wasn’t fair.”

She looks at the floor, deep in thought; she doesn’t speak for him for what feels like an eternity, the soft breeze coming through the window the only source of movement.

“I don’t want you to resent me,” She starts softly, “That’s why I started pulling back on the swinging a little,” She looks at him, “You’re the most important thing to me, Erik. I love you. Nothing. I mean it. Nothing, could replace you.”

He puts his head in his hands; he can feel his own tears coming, a rare occurrence for him… not since…dad.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he can manage.

“The kiss… That’s why you said we should go to Brandon, isn’t it?”

Erik looks up, his vision blurry, “A little bit. Not the sole reason. But it played into it; it pushed me into overdrive.”

“Do you actually forgive me for that?” She asks, her voice shaky.

He grabs her hands again, “I do. I did. That never was in doubt for me…”

“But it was hot?” She asks, their eyes meeting.

He swallows.

“A little bit,” He groans, closing his eyes, “I don’t know. It turned me on, but I saw how much you hated it, and it made me feel worse.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t love it,” She says, “But… It… Turned me on too.”

He bites the inside of his lip.

She continues, “It felt so… forbidden, exciting. But wrong.”

“Would you do it again?” He asks, not from a place of lust, but genuine curiosity.

“I don’t know.”

“I think… I… Maybe… Want you to.”

She looks up, “But then what are our boundaries?”

“We don’t fall in love. Still no emotions.”

“How do I know you won’t just do the same thing you’re doing now?” She asks.

He freezes.

“How about this?” She asks.

“I… We. Can explore this… Like roleplay… I can… Play into this for you… And… For me.”

Erik looks up.

“You?..” He asks.

She nods, “Yeah… With Brandon, when you asked me… And I said yes — not on purpose! And it wasn’t true!” She adds, “But I came… So hard… Just on the idea…”

Erik doesn’t know how to respond.

“So… I enjoy it… The idea of it,” She sighs with frustration, “Fuck, why couldn’t you just tell me?” She says, eyes filled with anger and confusion.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know.”

She groans.

“Part of it was the unknown I guess.”

“I… We can try. Okay. I’ll play into this cuck fetish, for real.”

“In what way?” He asks.

“I’ll… Ignore your texts, I’ll ignore your calls, I’ll… I don't know!” She says.

“You can kiss more guys… But… Only sometimes… Only certain people.” Erik suggests, “Don’t kiss people like Sai, don’t kiss people that we’re close with.”

“I don’t want to kiss him anyway. I… We’ll figure out the kissing; it’s a weird area, maybe people that we won’t see often, rather than repeaters?”

He nods, “Yeah. That makes sense to me, and I have… more ideas.”

She looks up, “Go on then. You’re the one that’s thought about it.”

Erik feels a slight shiver, a chill and a heat, “You can… humiliate me… Like… Since it’s fake… I guess you can… leave the door cracked for me, and say things… and get into it.”

Vi is laser-focused.

“If I call… And you’re in the middle of it… You can try and pretend, y’know? You can, like, ignore me, hide from me, but…”

“But?” She says, interested.

“But it’s roleplay. It’s fake. If I say stop. If you say stop. We stop.”

“That’s a given.” She says.

“Yeah,” He holds up three fingers, “Three fingers.”

She laughs, “I had almost forgotten about that. Our trinity.”

He smiles, “Right. Anything in threes. It’s a sign, that it’s too much.”

She nods, “Okay… Anything in threes…My end too, it means, that if I don’t want to anymore. That it’s uncomfortable for me. We stop.”

He holds her hand, chilly from the drink, “NTRR.”

“NTRR?” She lifts an eyebrow,

“NTR Roleplay.”

She scoffs, “Okay… But I won’t go looking for these scenarios. It’ll be by chance only! And… I don’t want to all the time. This will be just sometimes, it won’t be our day to day, I don’t want to do that. You’re my boyfriend, my future husband, and I love you. So… like, if we go to a party, and it seems like the scenario may work out for it, then… Maybe.”

“Future husband?”

She blushes, it had just spilled out her mouth.

“I can live with that my future wife. Just a hit now and then.”

She lets out a small laugh, grateful to him for moving past it, “Don’t talk about it like it’s drugs.”

He squeezes her hand, “I’m sorry. Seriously. I won’t keep something from you again.”

She looks at him, really looks at him, so much love in her eyes, “Thank you. I love you.” Her eyebrows shoot up.

“Although…”

“Hmm?”

“I… I don’t need you to like… Swing…. As much,” She chuckles, “I still want you to try more, with like Heidi, and Nancy now, but, if me being a bit harsher is this much of a turn-on for you… I still want you too! Because I want you to remember that you’re not a real cuck, and that we’re open on both sides, not just me… But… You don’t have to as much as I’ve been pushing for… If I’m honest, having you be so devoted to me drives me crazy too.”

“So… You’re going to?”

She nods, “Yeah. I’ll stop pulling back as much. I still will a little bit, because for my own mental health, it makes me feel better, but… I won't expect you to swing as much anymore before pulling back… Because, well. I enjoy it,” She looks at him carefully, “I enjoy being a slut, I enjoy seeing the look on your face. And. Dammit. I fucking miss it.”

Erik smiles, “I can do that. I think… Heidi and Nancy are hot anyway; it’s not like you’re forcing me to do it. I do want to, it’s just…” He laughs, “Those girls just do not hold a candle to you, at all. It was just hard to focus on them, because, ha, I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

She giggles, “You charmer, you.”

“I love you, dummy.” She says, grabbing his face and kissing him gently.

“I love you too.” He says against her lips, “I’ll go fuck other women to prove it.”

“And I’ll fuck other men without telling you to prove it.”

They laugh together, Vi finally inching close and cuddling against him, the proverbial world lifted off his shoulders.

Authors note:

Poll is closed, Vi will be doing kissing, but not with men that are regulars, so Max, Sai and etc are ruled out.

We’ll see where that goes ;)

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Now, to explain what this means for the chapters:

NTRR Truthers:

Sorry to say, this is still an NTS story, with NTR roleplay only. Let me reiterate so there’s no confusion.

Erik and Vi will not break up. There will be no ‘real’ NTR. They will have a happy ending.

In terms of chapters, every now and then, there will be an alt version of the story that involve Vi and Erik roleplaying NTR, with Vi giving him chances to spy with hints while playing up her role as ‘cheating girlfriend’, expect Vi to go hard with her language and sluttiness — actively looking for chances to ‘cheat’.

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NTS Truthers:

Alongside the NTRR chapters, there will be the NTS chapters, which will feature Vi still being slutty but not to the level above, more similar to what she has been so far.

In terms of the main chapters — they won’t reference specifics that happen in the branches above, and each NTRR alt arc will be canon to the previous NTRR arc, same with NTS.

So you can decide which one makes the most sense to follow and what your own canon is, let me know which one you prefer in the comments as they start coming out.

I’ll do my best to answer any comments, I hope you guys enjoy this experiment !

<3 AP