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The day after that first time Sarah came home wearing Alex’s T-shirt was strange, but in a way that had me completely hooked. Things definitely weren’t the same anymore. It wasn’t easy to accept that my woman had slept with the man I despise I never should have let her go to bed with him.
Still, when Sarah knelt between my legs without saying a word at first, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, still in my boxers, heart pounding in my throat ever since I saw her walk through the door on Sunday afternoon. She was wearing that same T-shirt of Alex’s, wrinkled, smelling like him and her and everything they’d done all weekend. She hadn’t showered; her hair was messy, cheeks still flushed. She looked up at me from below with those hypnotic eyes that usually said “I love you,” but now there was something more in them.
“Kiss me first,” I said.
She shook her head slowly.
“No, baby. My lips… they’re not just for you anymore.”
She leaned forward and pulled my boxers down in one gentle tug. My cock sprang free, already hard the moment I saw her crawl toward the bed. Sarah wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly like she was measuring something.
“Poor Mark,” she murmured as she lowered her head and licked the tip just once, slow, leaving a strand of saliva. “This is going to be the last time you feel my mouth around your cock.”
I froze. The air caught in my chest.
“What?”
She looked up, hand still moving up and down, slow and torturous.
“Alex told me last night after the third time. I was on my knees in his living room sucking him again; he looked down at me and said, ‘Those perfect lips should be mine. Your little boyfriend doesn’t deserve them anymore.’ And I… nodded. I told him that from now on, my mouth belongs to him.”
I swallowed hard. My cock twitched in her hand.
“Sarah…”
“Shh.” She put a finger to my lips. “Let me do this right one last time. I want you to remember it.”
She opened her mouth and took me all the way in one sudden motion not soft or playful like she used to be with me. She went deep, straight to her throat, moaning around me like she was savoring something she wouldn’t have again. Her lips tightened at the base, nose pressed against my pubic bone; she held there for a second, looking up at me with watery eyes from the effort, until I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. Then she pulled up slowly, letting saliva run down my entire length, and went back down again and again, every single movement feeling like it might be the last.
I groaned without meaning to, hands going to her hair, but she gently pushed them away.
“No. Hands still. Just watch.”
I watched her head bob up and down, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the head every time she reached the top. The sounds were obscene wet slurps, her heavy breathing through her nose, and especially the moans Sarah made every time she got to the tip. She never stopped looking at me; every time she came up, she locked eyes and said things between sucks.
“You love it, don’t you? Knowing that after this… only Alex is going to feel this.”
She went down deep again and stayed there, swallowing my whole cock, throat contracting to give me even more pleasure. I felt like I was about to explode already.
“Sarah… I’m gonna…”
She pulled off suddenly with a wet pop.
“Not yet.” She licked her lips. “I want it to last.”
She took me back in, even slower this time, driving me insane. My hips bucked on their own seeking more, but she pressed a hand to my thigh and kept me still.
“Think about him,” she whispered. “Think about how I took him all the way last night. How he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth until tears ran down my face, how I swallowed everything he gave me and I didn’t do it once, I did it three times, swallowing three big, hot, thick loads down my throat, and even after all that I begged him for more.”
I groaned louder hearing it, my cock throbbing harder than ever.
“Does it turn you on knowing your fiancée swallowed another man’s cum all weekend? That I sucked him off in the shower this morning before coming home?”
I nodded stupidly while Sarah sped up a little. Now she was really going faster, hand squeezing the base just the way I liked it. Her other hand cupped my balls, massaging gently. The orgasm was building and there was no stopping it.
“Cum, baby. Give me the last load you’ll ever get in my mouth.”
I couldn’t hold back I thrust up and exploded, shooting hard, hot spurts straight down her throat. She didn’t pull away at all, just moaned around my cock until I’d emptied everything inside her. When I finished, she stayed there another second, sucking and cleaning me with her tongue until she slowly pulled off, licked the tip one last time, and looked at me.
“Goodbye to that,” she said quietly. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger and sucked it clean. “Last time.”
She stood up and sat beside me on the bed. I was still panting, head spinning.
“Why did you go back to him?” I finally asked. My voice came out confused and shy.
Sarah sighed, looked at her hands for a second like she felt a little guilty, then lifted her gaze and smiled a mischievous, almost childish smile that worried me and turned me on at the same time.
“On the dance floor… the way he touched me. It wasn’t just dancing; it was… possessive, and I loved it. The way he put his hands on my waist, sliding them down until he was almost grabbing my ass. Mark, Alex pressed me against him and I felt how hard he was and what I felt was big… really big. I don’t know if you noticed, but he leaned in and whispered in my ear: ‘Your boyfriend is watching. Want me to keep going?’ And I… got so wet I felt it running down my thighs. I’d never felt so wanted. So… claimed.”
She looked down.
“I feel bad, Mark. Really, I know it hurts you, but when he asked me to go home with him… I couldn’t say no. I wanted to know what it was like, I wanted him to fuck me the way he fucks. And believe me, he did he had me every way he wanted. And every time we finished, he’d say, ‘This is mine now.’ And I’d tell him yes.”
Sarah leaned in and kissed my cheek not my mouth, not yet, and maybe never again.
“But I love you. That doesn’t change; you’re my home. It’s just… my body wants more of him now.”
She got up and went to the bathroom; I heard the shower start. I sat there with my cock still half-hard, the taste of my own cum in the air mixed with her scent, driving me completely crazy.
The next morning I woke up first, body heavy and mind churning over everything from the day before. Sarah was still asleep beside me, curled under the sheets, hair spread across the pillow, face peaceful in a way that squeezed my chest. I lay there watching her for a while, remembering how she’d walked in wearing Alex’s T-shirt, how she’d knelt in front of me, how everything had changed in one single night. I didn’t know whether to feel anger, sadness, or that strange arousal that wouldn’t leave me alone.
I got up carefully so I wouldn’t wake her and went downstairs to make coffee. While it brewed, I sat on the counter thinking about what to say. Pretend nothing happened? Ask her straight out if she was going to see Alex again? In the end I didn’t have to decide, because I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Good morning, baby,” she said sleepily, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Good morning,” I answered, turning to face her. I handed her a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. She smiled at me like always, as if the night before hadn’t been a bomb.
“Sleep okay?” she asked, blowing on her coffee.
“Not much,” I admitted. “I kept thinking about… everything.”
Sarah looked down for a second, then met my eyes with that gaze that always disarmed me. “Me too. But I don’t want things to be weird between us, Mark. Let’s just keep going like always, okay? It’s a nice day out… want to go for a walk? I need to buy some clothes, and it’s been weeks since we went out together.”
I nodded, surprised at how normal it sounded. “Yeah. Sounds good.”
We left around eleven. The mall wasn’t far, so we walked, holding hands like any other couple. The sun was just warm enough, people out on the streets families, couples and for a moment I almost convinced myself nothing had changed.
“Do you remember that concert we went to when it rained way too much?” she said, laughing as we walked into the mall.
“Yeah, we ended up soaked and you blamed me for not bringing an umbrella,” I replied, smiling too. It was easy to slip back into the usual with her.
We went into a clothing store she liked one with casual but nice stuff. Sarah started browsing the racks, pulling out T-shirts, summer dresses, and I followed, carrying whatever she picked to try on.
“What do you think of this?” she asked, holding a fitted blue dress up against her body.
“It’d look incredible on you,” I said honestly. I’d always loved how everything looked on her.
She smiled and added it to the pile. “I’m gonna try on a few things. Wait here, okay?”
She went into the fitting room and I stayed outside, sitting on a little bench, staring at my phone without really seeing anything. A few minutes passed and she came out in the blue dress, turning in front of the big mirror.
“How do I look?” she asked, looking at me in the reflection.
“Gorgeous,” I said, and it was true the dress hugged her waist and hips just right, sexy without being over the top.
Sarah came over, sat next to me on the bench, and took my hand. “Thanks, baby. I love going out with you like this. It makes me feel… normal.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “Even though yesterday…”
“Yesterday was intense,” she finished, lowering her voice because there was another couple nearby. “But I don’t want it to take over our whole day. Okay?”
We both nodded, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. While she tried on more stuff, I kept turning the same things over in my head: When would she see Alex again? What did it really mean that her mouth wasn’t for me anymore?
She came out again in some fitted jeans and a white blouse. She checked herself in the mirror and turned to face me.
“Sexy?” she asked with a playful smile.
“A lot,” I answered, feeling that familiar twist in my gut.
She came over again and sat even closer this time, almost in my lap even though there were people around.
“Do you like seeing me like this?” she whispered. “Knowing that… other people are looking too.”
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Alex told me yesterday that he loves how I look in tight clothes,” she said suddenly, like it was no big deal. “That it turns him on watching you watch me dressed like this, knowing he’s the one who gets to take it all off later.”
My heart skipped. I glanced around no one seemed to be paying attention.
“Sarah…”
“Shh,” she said, putting a finger to my lips for a second. “I’m just telling you because I love seeing how you react. It makes me feel… I don’t know, powerful.”
She got up to keep trying things on, but I was already on edge. When she came out in the last piece a short black skirt she sat next to me again and suddenly looked serious.
“Mark, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What?”
She sighed, fiddling with the hem of the skirt.
“Alex gave me a new rule last night over text. The next time I go out with him… I won’t be able to tell you anything about what happens.”
I froze. “What do you mean?”
“Yeah. He said he wants it to be just between the two of us. That the details are ours, and telling you about them… takes away the intimacy. He wants me to live in the moment without thinking about explaining it to you afterward.”
I felt a hollow spot in my chest, but at the same time that treacherous excitement started creeping up.
“And what did you tell him?”
“That I agreed,” she admitted, looking me straight in the eyes. “Because… he’s got a point. When I tell you everything, it feels like I’m sharing something that isn’t fully mine anymore. And he wants me to give myself to him completely when I’m with him no holding back.”
“But… I like knowing,” I said quietly, almost begging.
Sarah stroked my cheek. “I know, baby. That’s why I’m telling you now. But next time… nothing. You’ll just know I’m with him, period. You’ll have to imagine whatever you want.”
“That’s… cruel,” I murmured.
“Cruel?” She smiled a little, but gently. “Or exciting… Alex says the uncertainty is gonna drive you crazy in the best way. That you’ll be thinking about me nonstop wondering what I’m doing, how he’s touching me, if I’m moaning his name… and it’ll keep you right on the edge the whole time.”
I swallowed hard again. I was already hard just from hearing her say it, even in public.
“And if I don’t want that?”
Sarah leaned in closer, whispering so low in my ear I could barely hear.
“But you do I saw it yesterday, and I see it in your eyes right now. Alex explained it to me: this is real control. Not just physical, but mental. Leaving you to your imagination is gonna make you want me even more, make you accept more things. And… I think he’s right.”
I stayed quiet for a while. She stood up and checked herself in the mirror again like it was nothing.
“I’m getting the blue dress, the jeans, and the skirt,” she said in her normal voice, switching right back to casual. “Help me pay?”
We went to the register; I paid without saying much. We left the store with the bags and kept walking around the mall. She linked her arm with mine like always, and we talked about random stuff again.
But I couldn’t think about anything else. The idea that next time she’d go off with Alex and come back without telling me a thing… it scared the hell out of me and turned me on at the same time. It felt like he was getting inside my head through her controlling not just her body, but what I got to know or not.
“When’s the next time?” I finally asked while we sat having coffee on a terrace.
“Friday,” she said calmly, stirring her cappuccino. “Dinner and… whatever happens. But this time I’ll be back Saturday morning. And don’t ask for details, okay? You already know the rule.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Sarah smiled, squeezed my hand across the table. “You’re the best, Mark. I love you for letting me explore this. And I know you’re enjoying it too, even if it hurts a little.”
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