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The next day, we met up for lunch as planned at a patisserie she and I frequented. She ordered a salad. I ordered a sandwich and a slice of coconut creampie. We settled into our table and then a couple of guys who turned out to be my friend’s coworkers joined the ordering queue. My friend greeted them and introduced us all to each other. Their names were Alex and Sean and I invited them to sit with us. We all chatted for awhile but Sean said he had to cut out early for a meeting. Alex stuck around for a few more minutes but also had to head out to get to a lunchtime workout class before returning to work. As he got up to leave, he said it was nice meeting me and turned to my friend and said that he had fun last night and that he’d see her back at the office.
A morbid curiosity came over me.
“What did you and Alex do last night?”
“Oh, a group of us from work went to a dinner as part of a team building initiative.”
I was relieved.
“Wait, do you think I fucked Alex? Hahaha no, that’s not what happened.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond and was caught off guard about how quickly she seemed to have read my mind.
“After the work dinner, I hooked up with Sean, you know, the other guy that was just here.” She gestured to the empty chair next to me.
“And then I texted you. I’m sure you remember what happened next.” she said.
My sandwich fell out of my hands.
She continued, “I’m fucking Alex tonight. I’ll stop by on my way home so keep your door unlocked.” Her gaze raised to mine and she winked as her finger circled the rim of her water glass.
I lost what appetite I had left. I felt so humiliated in that moment.
She reached over and brushed my bangs off of my forehead, stood up to leave, and blew me a fake kiss.
“I’ll see you later.” She said flirtatiously.
There was a twinge in my cock. I held my head in my hands in astonishment and disbelief as she walked away.
I moved to a corner table and finished my coconut cream pie dessert. Apparently not the only cream pie I would be eating that day…
I pulled a book and some notes out of my pack to distract myself. I needed to be in public. There was no way I could be at home alone waiting for my cuckoldress friend’s cum filled pussy.
I must’ve reread the same paragraph in my book twenty five times because I kept replaying the lunch I just had and the prior evening. Did I really eat a load of cum out of her pussy? Did I just meet the guy whose cum I ate? Did I also just meet another guy whose cum I would be fed in just a few hours? So many questions that all had the same answer. Yes, yes, and yes.
I was trying to come to terms with just what exactly I’ve gotten myself into. I was secretly falling in love with my friend, I wanted to be more than friends, didn’t want to risk losing our amazing friendship by trying to be more than friends, learned she had a cuckolding fetish, and offered to be her “cuckold” so that she could bring her fantasy to life. So I friendzoned myself and then made myself a cuck. “What the fuck?” I thought. I started to feel angry with myself. I packed all my shit into my bag and headed directly to the gym. I needed to lift and spend some time on the stair master to try and work through some of this anger before I saw my cuckoldress for tonight’s feeding. I knew she deserved the best version of myself. I wouldn’t go back on our deal. I couldn’t.
After my gym session, I went home and showered. I was expecting my friend any time, but wasn’t sure exactly when she would arrive.
Knock, knock, knock
The door creeped open. It was her.