The day finally comes. [Cypher's Tales]

That night—mid orgasm—I receive a text that both: makes my heart race and sours my mood.

“So. My husband stinks of your perfume. I want to know what that stuff is called by the way… I didn’t tell you to fuck him in the store you know, lol. I guess everything went… well. He came home and fucked me like I was an 18-year-old super model. Thanks… I guess. I think I scared him out of his mind when I said that I might actually go with him. Lol. It actually feels kinda fucked to know that you convinced him to cheat on me so easily…”

It really ruined my mood knowing that he went home and she let him fuck her. I thought she was trying to tease him to make him all worked up. I realise how ridiculous it is to be jealous over her with her own husband. I was quite excited about him being so… built up though. My fantasies of being blasted by his pent-up balls are slightly less exciting now.

I reply: “Sry, I was tryin to make sure he would go w/ our plan, ya know. Also don’t feel that way babe… U no I am just tryin to help U out right? and I didn’t convince him to cheat. I doubt he will do anything U no. He just knows how much I really want to go to that concert. XO”

She replies: “haha, you are such a little liar. There is not a chance in hell you aren't going to end up in bed with him… you know… you are the only person in the world I would ever think of forgiving for this. Not forgive, I know you are doing this for me… kinda, haha. You know what I mean. I love you and you are really saving me here. I want you to know, I appreciate you doing this for me and not just telling him about what I did. I know he doesn't deserve to be tricked but I love him. And I know you understand that, so thank you. XX”

I reply: “Aww babes. U no I luv U soo much. Pls don’t worry about it. U no that I would never do this behind ur back. He’ll be thinkin of you if we do end up doin it. I wish I was as hot as you.”

She replies: “Thanks but you are full of shit haha. I fucked up and he gets to have some fun to make me pay for it. It just sucks that he wants to have fun with my friend… my hot as fuck friend by the way. Don’t steal my husband bitch. Actually the thought of him fucking that slut assistant of his is a thousand times worse. Just so you know. I wanna know everything after you get back haha. I need at least some details… maybe not everything, on second thoughts haha. If he comes home trying to fuck me in the ass or stick his dick down my throat, I’m going to kill you though, haha.”

All the fantasies come flooding back. Images of my head in the pillows with my ass in the air for him as he pumps my tight asshole full of cum has my legs shaking within 5 minutes. I don’t quite understand the ‘sticking his dick in her throat’ comment though. If his hand just happens to wind up in my hair, I might have **** but to be a 'good girl' for him and take whatever he wants to give me—I'm really embracing this 'good girl' thing, I guess. I cum again shortly after. I feel like such a slut, but I am excited beyond belief.

I don't masturbate the next night. It’s so hard but I want my next orgasm to be Owens. I am so nervous and despite Izzy telling me not to work too hard for it. I pack a bag full of the craziest lingerie that I think might exist. I'll be wearing sheer black, crotchless panties and the cutest bra with the most lace I’ve seen in a while. Stockings with way too many straps and clips underneath my cute, ripped band-tee that shows quite a lot of midriff and a slightly too short, pleated skirt. It is exceedingly obvious that I am wearing lingerie underneath… I like it that way. Hell, I want to fuck me when I look at myself in the mirror while I try it all on. I pack condoms, only because Izzy asked me to make sure he wears one but… you know… I might accidentally misplace them or just forget in the moment. Plus, I’ve got a tight stomach and ass he can cum on. Holy fuck I’m so wet. I really want to get myself off, but I refuse to please myself.

Tomorrow is the night. Owen will pick me up at 3 in the afternoon and we’ll drive there straight away. It will be close to midnight—if we watch the entire show—when we get back to the hotel, which I have already confirmed Owen will take me to. I've been messaging him to make sure everything was still cool. I’m not actually sure if Izzy knows I am messaging him. Either way, I asked, in a roundabout way, where the best hotels are and whether he thinks his hotel will have vacancies and he said that I can just stay with him. He even told me there are two beds, which I 100 percent know that there is not. We don't need two beds anyway.

Izzy has confirmed that he hasn't said a word to her and has been saying that he will miss her and be bored and lonely without her. I promise he won’t be. Well… I don’t promise her that, but I promise him that in my head. Izzy seems quite hurt that he is acting like this when she knows what he is actually going to be doing. Who would have thought that cheating has consequences that hurt, Izzy? Not me though... in that deep part of my brain that concocts things that will never see the light of day, I am so happy that she did what she did.

The day finally comes and Owen’s car rolls into my apartment parking lot just before 3. When I come out to meet him and jump into him with another very inappropriate hug he seems in utter shock at my outfit. It is abundantly clear that I am wearing lingerie underneath but if only he caught a glimpse up my skirt he would see my freshly waxed pussy that is already slick with excitement. I will make sure he gets a peak at some point during the night.