The familiar jingling of keys at the door signaled Olivia’s return. Like clockwork every weekend, she would head out with her friends, insisting I not wait up. Yet, as always, I did. The door creaked open, revealing her swaying slightly, clearly intoxicated. I was ready with an aspirin, then presented her with a glass of water mixed with electrolyte powder—my small remedy to soften the blow of her late nights. She eagerly grabbed it and swallowed it in one swift gulp.
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“My knight in shining armor,” she giggled, handing me back the empty glass. “Have you really been waiting here all this time?” Tonight, she was in good spirits—a rare but welcome change.
“Come on, Livvy, let’s get you settled.” I gently rested a hand on her back, guiding her to a chair in the living room. She collapsed into it, her head tilting back as I knelt to remove her heels—a task made difficult by her unsteady hands.
“Don’t get too comfy,” I teased, finally freeing one shoe. “We need to get you upstairs soon.”
“Mmm, can we just stay here for a bit?” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut. It was nearly two in the morning—late, even by her wild standards—and I knew that the longer she lounged here, the harder it would be to get her to bed. “Just rub my legs a moment? They ache,” she pleaded softly.
“We can do that in bed, okay?” I offered.
“No, now!” she insisted, then softened her tone with a smile—the kind that dissolved every resistance I had. “Please?”
“Alright, Livvy.” I crossed my legs on the floor and lifted one of her legs onto my lap, gently massaging her toes tenderly while kneading her calves with firmer strokes. A soft moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes once again. From this angle, I noticed her dress was rumpled, torn in places, stained unmistakably near the hem. I averted my gaze, concentrating on soothing her legs. I knew what her nights entailed—it was just rare to see the evidence up close.
Olivia and I were an unusual pair. I was quiet and reserved; she was loud, vivacious, and magnetic. I shrank away from crowds; she thrived in the spotlight. I was methodical with money; her spending was an adventure of its own. Yet those differences blended into our greatest strength.
Before Olivia, I lacked direction—accomplished yet restless through school and work. But she gave me purpose. Her hunger for admiration and indulgence became my mission to fulfill. Preparing her morning coffee just right or planning elaborate getaways brought me joy I hadn’t known. Pleasing her was my calling; needing her, and knowing she needed me in return, cemented our bond.
That’s why, when I discovered a used condom hidden between floorboards soon after we moved in, I wasn’t consumed by anger as I might have expected. Instead, I felt puzzled—and a twinge of hurt. Yet I chose silence over confrontation. Later, when a suggestive photo popped up on her phone, I looked away, deciding some things were better left unspoken. But whispers from friends eventually urged me to face the truth.
One night, cocooned on the couch, I asked, “Are you planning on leaving me? Or is this just a casual thing?”
Her silence was telling. Eyes brimming, she pressed into me. “Of course not, baby. How did you find out?”
I chuckled softly. “Not very discreet.” Tears streamed freely as I comforted her.
“It’s not one man,” she confessed after calming. “Never the same guy twice. I don’t know if that’s better or worse.” She apologized endlessly, assuring me her love was genuine. Explaining, she said, “I don’t want you to think it’s about you. When I’m out, the thrill of being desired—it’s like an itch I have to scratch. It doesn’t mean you’re not enough. It’s just… me.”
I understood. Olivia was a hedonist by nature, craving every experience. I loved that fiery spirit. If indulging her in other pleasures was my joy, why not this? Pride could be cast aside if it meant keeping us together.
“Okay,” I finally said. Her eyes searched mine.
“Okay?”
“If that’s what you need. Just… be careful, Livvy. I’d rather not know the details.” Relief washed over her as she nestled into my embrace, showering me with sleepy kisses.
She promised discretion, and we drifted to sleep. Later, carrying her to bed—our nightly ritual—I noticed the telltale stain on her dress once more.
“Everything alright, baby?” I asked, beginning to massage her other leg.
“Of course,” I whispered, planting a gentle kiss on her foot. “Just thinking.”
From then on, Friday nights became Olivia’s time, bursting into the world dressed to captivate, while I stayed home picking up the pieces of her wild evenings. Was she with someone else? Sometimes. Was I jealous? Rarely. What mattered was her return, safe and mine.
“Alright, time to head upstairs.” I lowered her leg as she fought sleep.
“Not yet!” she pouted, though she surrendered when I scooped her into my arms.
“Should I carry you?” I asked.
“Of course,” she grinned. “Princesses deserve to be carried.”
I grinned back, holding her close on the stairs. “You are my princess,” I murmured. She kissed my cheek, her cool lips sending warmth through me.
In the bedroom, I set her gently on the bed.
“Arms up,” I said, removing her dress and folding it neatly. She wasn’t wearing panties—a detail that pricked my curiosity about her night out.
“Want a massage?” I offered as she collapsed into pillows, face nuzzled.
“Nope,” she moaned. “Just lick my ass until I fall asleep.”
Exactly what I hoped to hear. I positioned myself behind her, showering her cheeks with kisses despite the sweat and grime from her escapades. Slowly, I traced my tongue between her sensitive curves, deliberate and tender, determined to lull her into slumber.
Her giggle broke the quiet. “All those guys at the club were so much bigger than you.”
I froze—never wanting to hear such a thing. Her eyes closed still, smile bright, she added, “That’s okay. You’re still my favorite.”
With a final yawn, she slipped into sleep.
Quiet tears brimmed in my eyes—gratitude for knowing her, for being with her, and for her choosing me night after night. Laying beside her, awe and love washed over me.
“I have no idea what adventures you’ll bring me next,” I thought, “but I can’t wait.”
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