38 comments/ 76414 views/ 58 favorites Open Relationship Gone Awry Ch. 01 By: blindedwithscience There are points in your life when a single decision can drastically alter the path it takes, often in directions that you had never imagined. When my fiancé Katie was riding my cock one evening and chose just seconds before I came to ask if I'd ever considered a more open relationship, I should have known it was one of those moments. When I'd finished and was able to carry on a conversation again I was honestly surprised to find that I wasn't angry but rather a whole list of potential hookups at the university where I was doing research were running through my head. Without considering where it might lead I gave her a sly smile. "Someone's found someone interesting, have they?" I was surprised to see a blush color her cheeks to match the strawberry blonde hair that had first caught my eye when we met. I could have sworn that her cute pink nipples hardened to little nubs. Laughing, I rolled over and started tickling her mercilessly. "I knew it! You've already got someone in mind, you little trollop!" Squealing with laughter she escaped to the bathroom of the tiny apartment my research grant afforded us and talked through the door as she did whatever mysterious post coital ritual she always engaged in. "Okay, okay. You got me. I didn't know how you'd react and was a little afraid to say anything. I didn't expect you to take it so well..." Peeking her head out of the door she asked, "You are taking it well, right"? "Well your timing's a little odd but I guess if you wanted to catch me with my defenses down that was the time to do it. Can't say I've thought about it but if you feel like spicing things up a little I guess it could be fun." She stepped out of the bathroom and I smiled as I looked at my girl: 5'3, shoulder length reddish blond hair, pale skin, a petite but athletic body with nice b-cup breasts and strawberry nipples. Maybe it was the relaxation of having just had sex but I didn't feel the slightest worry about losing her and could only think of all the cute English department undergrads just aching for an experimental three way. We had a few months before I finished my thesis and got the postdoc research position at the Mauna Kea Observatory so it was the perfect time to fool around a bit. "That's great, honey. Michael wants to meet up tomorrow night to be sure you're going to be ok with it." And with those words, my life changed irrevocably. ------ Katie wanted to get to the club a little early to be sure to get a booth which gave us plenty of time to talk. "So tell me about this guy." "Oh he's just this business undergrad I met while doing TA and tutoring the Lit 101 requirement. He's a flirt and a total horndog but never pushed it too far. About as bright as you'd expect from someone whose goal in life is to go into sales but he'd better be going into the porn industry because the man has a one track mind. Some of the poetry interpretations he came up with probably made Professor Dalis burn out the batteries in her vibrator," she said with a laugh. "Nothing but sex, giant penises and oceans of semen which I guess is about right for Lit 101." "So why now? That was months ago." "I ran into him again the other day while getting coffee. We spent a few minutes catching up and he made his interest pretty clear. Asked if we were still together and worked open relationships into the conversation. He's pretty sly. What really clinched it for me was that he made a point to bump into me again yesterday morning and asked if he'd gotten lucky and we'd split up the night before. It was nice to have someone so obviously interested. You should have seen his face when I said I'd talk to you about it, like he won his first big sale. So how's the work going, I've noticed the "physics frown" a lot more recently?" I noticed the deflection but got caught up talking about the issues I'd been having with my thesis. I'd completely lost track of the time when she interrupted me. "There he is." I checked my watch and he was almost a half hour late. There was no apology, no excuse, and no acknowledgement that he wasn't anything but exactly on time. He simply strolled up and with no introduction gave Katie a peck on the cheek. "Hey babe, let's hit the floor. Looks like you got purse duty, bro," he said with a wink. I had to admit that he was good looking and obviously spent a lot of time in the gym but he immediately rubbed me the wrong way. I never understood what girls found so attractive in assholes but Michael certainly seemed to fit the bill in that respect. He could really dance but he was obviously checking out other women and Katie had to reach up and physically turn his head back to her more than once. But she was laughing while she did it so I guess it was part of the game. It was strange watching him put his hands on her while they danced but I was expecting a little jealousy and reminded myself that it was just in fun. She was equally possessive while dancing, interposing herself between him and any girl who happened to take too much of an interest and frequently touched his chest and arms. They were like night and day; where Katie was small and pale he was easily 6'2, tanned and with the body of an athlete. He dressed pretty well and I could see he'd have no trouble getting girls so it was actually a little flattering he was chasing after mine. A few drinks later I could start to see why she was attracted to him. He spent most of the time talking about either himself or laying compliments on Katie but he didn't seem to be a bad guy. He was funny and disarming, even stroked my ego about the work I was doing. Even though he was probably 23 at the oldest he was pretty smooth and I could tell he was going to do well in sales. I'd just gotten off on the wrong foot due to the weirdness of the situation. After a couple more rounds and some conversation Michael turned to Katie. "So you ready for the main event?" "Oh I'm more than ready" she said with a smile and a wink. "You ready to go, David" she asked. I just rolled my eyes a little. "Your place or mine, babe?" He asked. "I gotta to warn you though, mine's a dump and my roommates are dicks." "Mine then," Katie said with a laugh. Michael offered to follow me and have Katie ride with him but Katie playfully accused him of wanting to get a head start and opted to ride with me. Hearing that Michael leaned down and said something to her I couldn't hear. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he kissed her so long and hard that when it broke she looked stunned for a moment before walking over to our car. "David thanks for being so patient. I know this is weird and Michael can be a little..." "Bit of an asshole?" I filled in. "I know, but you have to admit he's easy on the eyes. Oh, don't worry Sweetie. If anything you should feel better. It's not like I'm going to run away with some muscle-bound business school undergrad. He's just for a little fun. Don't think I haven't seen you eyeing other girls" she said with a smile, putting me back at ease. "He may be an asshole but he can really kiss," she said wistfully. Back at our apartment I was pretty nervous but could tell that Katie was excited. Her face was a little flushed and I thought her nipples were going to cut through the thin club dress she was wearing. Michael, however, seemed even more at ease and in his element. "You sure you're ready for this?" Michael asked. Katie kissed me on the cheek before replying. "Absolutely, you have no idea how ready. Do you want David to leave?" "Actually babe, that was more a question for him. But if he's cool he can stay. I just want to make sure he's cool. Let's see you strip." Michael pushed the coffee table out of the way as Katie turned on some generic music stream and walked to center of the room. Her eyes never leaving him, she started slowly peeling her clothes off and I made a mental note to have her do that more often when it was just the two of us. His eyes never leaving the show being put on for him, Michael put a hand on my shoulder and slowly squeezed to the point where it began to hurt before quietly speaking to me. "You're going to be cool with this, right bro? I don't want you freaking out on me once we get going because I don't want to have to lay you out in front of your girl. You can stay and watch or strip down and pretend like you're going to be a part of this but, the fact is, it's a one man show. I'm going to fuck that hot little bitch like she's never been fucked before and when I'm done she's going to beg me to do it whenever I want." With that he slowly but inexorably pushed me to sit down in one of the chairs facing the couch and the show in progress. I was too stunned to say anything as Katie finished her striptease and Michael walked over to stand in front of her. "Dave is going to stay and watch, babe. He said I was so hot he might have to strip down and try to steal me for himself. Isn't that right, Dave?" Katie looked up at him with an evil smile and said "well then I guess I'll have to make sure I make you too happy to think about my boy over there." "No worries about that babe," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head revealing a torso that would put an Abercrombie & Fitch ad to shame. "Wow" she giggled as she ran her hands over his chest and abs pausing to lean forward and licked one of his nipples. Michael took her gently but firmly by her beautiful hair and tilted her head up to again kiss her. It like he was trying to drive his tongue through the floor beneath her; his other hand reaching down and going straight to her clit. After well over a minute the kiss broke leaving her panting. Turning so that his back was to me, Michael said one word. "Knees." Without a moment's hesitation, Katie dropped to her knees, naked in front of him. Michael looked over his shoulder at me. "This is it, bro. Last chance. After this there's no going back." He looked down at Katie. "You want this baby?" "Oh God, yes" "What about you, Dave?" he asked with a wink. I couldn't believe what an arrogant prick this guy was but looking at how turned on Katie was I just said "you heard the girl." Michael grinned, kicked off his shoes, and slowly started to undo his pants only a foot or so in front of my fiancé's face who, judging by the look of it, didn't even know I was there anymore. He slid down the pants and stepped out of them leaving only a pair of black boxer briefs. "No way," I heard Katie whisper. "Have a look for yourself, babe." Katie reached out and slowly stared to peel the briefs down revealing, from my view, that Michael had no tan lines and an ass as muscular as the rest of him. Katie's view was apparently much different. "Oh my God, you're huge," she whispered with what sounded like religious awe. "It's not even hard yet, baby. Give it a minute." I'd had enough and started for the door, saying "Okay, well, I'm going to get out of here. Have fun, you two." I didn't expect Katie to stop me. "David, no. Please. I... I need you to be here. I want this but I need you here. Please." It stopped me with my hand on the door handle. I'd never heard her sound like that before. She sounded excited but also terrified and practically begging me to stay. When I turned back I saw why. To say that he had a big dick was, pardon the pun, a huge understatement. It was the cock of a million-dollar-a-movie porn star. Both of Katie's hands were wrapped around it and he still had more untouched than most men. It was unbelievably thick with a few veins crisscrossing the tanned shaft with a head that looked like a good sized plum if plums were shaped like a throbbing purple fireman's helmet. "Yeah Dave, stay. I think she wants you to see this," he laughed. Looking down at Katie he said "Go on baby, show me how good you can make me feel." Katie looked at me with eyes that shone like they were filling with tears. "Please David, do what he says, please stay," she asked before closing her eyes, leaning forward and licking the head of his cock. Shaken, I went back to my chair. Moving so that I'd get an unobstructed view, Michael said, "That's it babe, show me what a good little slut you are for my cock." Katie moaned like an animal in heat, holding him with one hand while the other began to frantically work between her legs. Moving from licking the shaft to the crown where she kissed the tip and slowly began to take it into her mouth. Michael winked at me and, holding the base of his shaft in one hand, he placed the other possessively on the back of her head as he fed the first few inches into her obviously willing mouth. I'd never seen Katie like this. She was in another world. She literally worshiped his cock with her mouth and tongue; licking and kissing it before diving underneath to lick his equally oversized set of balls. Her hands never left the thick shaft except to dart between her legs to work her clit or to fondle the sack that looked like it held two good sized limes. "Looks like your girl is one hot little cocksucker, Dave" he said without looking up from her. "If I'd known how much she loved big dicks I'd have skipped a few of the other bitches and fed her mine a long time ago. They all want to show me how they can take a big one but your little Katie just might make the top ten." That pushed Katie over the edge, if she was enthusiastic before she was absolutely frenzied now. She would look up at him with her mouth stretched around his cock, her eyes pleading for approval that Michael would give her in ways that would have gotten me slapped and sleeping in the couch if I'd said any of it in our lovemaking. Tears streamed from her eyes as she fought to do the impossible and deepthroat him, choking and gagging before getting even half of it into her mouth. At one point she brought a visibly wet hand up from between her legs and rubbed her juices over the crown and shaft before diving back onto it and licking him clean. "That's my little slut. You love my big cock don't you?" I wasn't sure what it was but the room was getting warmer. My Katie was filmed with a light sheen of perspiration from her exertions and I couldn't remember her being more beautiful. I didn't want to admit it but, if Katie looked beautiful then Michael looked like a Greek god. He literally glowed as the warm light reflected off the sweat on his muscular body. It was as if his power was heating the very air. After was seemed like an eternity Michael stepped back, separating my fiancé from his cock with an audible pop and started working his hand up and down the long shaft. "Are you ready to be my little porn star?" Katie just moaned as her hands shot between her legs again. "Say it, slut. Tell me how much you want my cum. Make yourself cum while begging for mine." Katie had one hand between her legs feverishly working her clit and another pulling hard on one of her little pink nipples. I'd never heard her beg in my life but something about this godlike asshole with a mutant dick pulled it from her. I couldn't believe my ears as she looked up at him and started to babble. "Oh God, Michael, please. Please cum for me. I'll be your little slut. Anything. Anything you want, just cum for me." She trailed off at the end in the throes of a massive orgasm. With a look of triumph, he came. His massive balls drew up against the base of his cock which began to pulse as if it had a life of its own. The first shot splattered Katie from her forehead down to her breast with a thick rope of white and I heard Michael count "One". He came more than I thought humanly possible; each load seemingly no smaller or less forceful than the last. "Two. Three. Four. Five." She was in a state of constant orgasm as his thick white cum painted her face and body. Her eyes were mercifully closed but her mouth, open in a silent cry of ecstasy, had caught at least two so far. "Six. Seven. Eight." The fountain of cum was finally starting to slow. Each still struck my girl's face or body but were no longer the massive loads of the first few. "Nine. Ten." Finally spent, Michael released his cock which dripped what was probably the volume of my average ejaculation, a volume that was clearly beneath his notice, onto the rug. A viscous line of it clinging to the crown hung almost a foot down, impossibly refusing to break free instead just swinging as he moved. Stepping back to Katie he wiped the head of his softening cock against her forehead where, eyes still closed, she tilted her head up and kissed it. "Don't forget to say thank you" he said as he turned away. "Thank you, Michael" she dazedly whispered as she began to slowly scoop his cum off her face and body and into her mouth. I sat completely stunned in my chair unable to process what I'd just witnessed. Michael looked down at me with a smug smile. "Round one: flawless victory. Now go get me some water and help our girl get cleaned up." "Round two is coming up." Open Relationship Gone Awry Ch. 02 After getting Michael a bottle of water from the fridge I helped Katie into the bathroom and began running warm water on a towel to help clean her up even though she was still scooping what cum she could find into her mouth. "Jesus Christ, Katie, what the hell was that?" I whispered as wiped her eyes clean so she could open them again. This close to her I could smell his cum and the scent was crawling into my head making it difficult to think straight. "Oh, David, I wanted you to enjoy this. I wanted it to go well and be good for you too." "I am, Sweetie, I am," I lied. "But I wanted to be sure. Do you remember that ecstacy we were saving, well, I talked to Michael this morning to be sure it was ok to do it tonight and he thought it would be a great idea. He took a half dose at the club and I got a full one." "What about me?" "Michael thought it would be a good idea to relax you a little so I slipped it into the shot you had before we left. We're about an hour ahead of you but you should start feeling really good soon." I was angry but at least understood what was going on. "Oh, David, I just wanted you to be happy with this too" she said as she pulled me to her. "Please tell me it's okay. Tell me you're not mad." But when I opened my mouth to reassure her, her mouth was there to meet mine. Kissing her was a shock. I could feel it in every part of my body and was instantly hard. I could taste her but I could taste him too. Her lips were salty and sweet and her tongue in my mouth tasted the way her body smelled. A small voice in the back of my mind said I should be repelled by this but I loved her more than I'd previously thought possible. Katie started pulling at my clothes, desperately trying to get to my skin. "Please David, I want you first. I want to feel you before I feel him." And I was struggling to get my clothes off too. "After tonight we can go back. It can be the way it was if that's what you want. It will be the same as before." But deep down I knew it was a lie. A sweet lie meant to protect me but a lie nonetheless. I'd never forget what I'd seen him do with just her mouth and knew the night was far from over. But these thoughts evaporated as, finally free of my clothes, she leaned back on the counter and pulled me inside her. I couldn't believe how wet she was. My slid into her in one smooth stroke and I began to work it slowly in and out as she whispered her love in my ear. But no matter how good it felt to be inside her and to have her breath in my ear I was frustrated in reaching that final release. Every time I came close visions of Michael showering her with his cum and the thought of his monsterous cock inside her kept me from that final peak. In my frustration it was almost a relief to hear Michael's voice. "All right, bro! Looks like we're ready for Round 2. Come on, babe." He stood there hanging his muscular arms from the top of the doorframe, no doubt to show off his sculpted torso, but the effect just drew the eye to the seven inches of flaccid but thickening cock. A moment later he turned and walked back into the living room room and, with a quick kiss and a whispered "I love you", Katie gently pushed me back so she could follow him. Stepping back out of the bathroom I noticed that Michael had made himself comfortable in our absence. The music had been switched to some sort of techno with a throbbing baseline like the beating of a heart and he'd dialed up some girl on girl porn on the TV. He was sprawled back in the middle of the couch managing to both take up the entire space with his arms along the back and, spreading his legs obscenely wide, put his massive equipment on display. I felt Katie step out of the bathroom behind me when Michael commanded "Stop!" which froze us both in our tracks. Now that I was aware of it I could feel the drug working in me, winding up my sexual desire and also a strange compulsion to submit to Michael and obey. I told myself it was just a primitive instinct that the drug had kicked into high gear but that didn't change the strength of the compulsion one bit. Michael, on the other hand, apparently had the exact opposite instict heightened and was being pushed to dominate and conquer. Looking again at what he so proudly displayed, I remembered to add mate to that list. No he certainly wasn't going to overlook that one. Glancing at Katie I could see that her nipples were little pink rocks and she was starting to get that faraway look in her eye again. "Babe, why don't you be a good girl and crawl over here. Dave, you can sit back down in your chair. I'm sure she wants you close by and there's no reason you shouldn't kick back and enjoy the show. But no jerking off. The last think I want to see while I'm fucking your girl is you pulling on that little dick of yours." Katie was already kneeling down so I quickly stepped over to the chair facing the couch and the nook just beyond that held our bed. I could see that Michael was getting off on how things were going because, as Katie crawled to him on hands and knees, the already oversized dick that was her destination began swelling and slowly lifting off the couch. "Ten and a half inches, Davey boy. Just in case you were wondering, that's what our girl is getting tonight. Ten and a half. Very. Thick. Inches." Katie by this point had reached the couch and without a word buried her face in his groin to lick his balls. This pulled a groan of pleasure from him and caused his cock to jump, swelling even further. "I don't know though, looks like our girl here is looking to make it eleven tonight." Looking down at Katie lathering his sack with her tongue he asked "You wet, baby? You ready for this big dick?" Katie looked up long enough to moan "yes" before going back to her work. Turning to me he said, "In the pocket of my pants is some lube. Get it." I'd already jumped to do what he'd said when I felt the burning humiliation of having unquestioningly obeyed but it was too late for anything else. I quickly retrieved a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket and took it to him. "Thanks, Dave. You can sit back down now." Taking my fiancé gently by her hair he separated her from her adoration of his balls and, pulling her up, placed the bottle of lube in her hands. Kneeling on the floor in front of the couch she popped open the bottle and massaged the liquid into his cock until it shone in the light. Putting down the bottle she wrapped both hands around and began to slowly jack him off before leaning down and taking the head into her mouth again. "Not this time, babe" he said pulled her into his lap where, straddling him, she immediately began to rub her now dripping pussy along the shaft while quietly repeating "oh god, oh god, oh god" like a prayer in some ancient fertility rite. He took her by the hips and pulled her along the length of his cock until the massive crown rested against the pink lips of her pussy. She stopped there for a moment, maybe with some sane part of her warning that it would never fit but then I heard Michael whisper to her. "Show me how much you can take, Katie. Make me proud," and with a sob she pushed back and took the head of the biggest cock either of us had ever seen into her. She froze for a moment panting and then slowly began working herself up and down on him. Michael simply leaned back with his hands behind his head and let her go at her own pace. She would slowly slide up and down on what she had taken and about every five strokes or so would take another inch and hold it there, panting, before beginning again. Michael picked up the remote, killed the music and I could suddenly hear my fiancé as she worked his monster cock into her. "Oh god, so thick. So fucking thick." Pausing for a moment to work another inch further down onto him she groaned "Oh my god you're so deep inside me." Michael was whispering his own encouragement to her as well. "That's my little slut. Show me you can take it." Finally, with only a couple inches to go she stopped with a whine. She'd hit her limit and couldn't go any further. She tried a few more times and then sobbed a little and actually apologized to him. "I can't. I can't. It's so big I can't take all of it. I want it all but you're so big." She repeated this a few times as she began riding him with progressively longer and faster strokes until it was replaced by panting and little cries of pleasure. Michael stopped her with him buried as deep as she could take, kissed her hard. Hooking his arms underneath her knees, he stood with her still impaled on him but holding her off of the last couple of inches. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to our bed where, only a day earlier, she'd asked about an open relationship. She looked so tiny and helpless in his arms when he laid her down and began to fuck her. I thought we'd seen Michael be dominant and aggressive but that had only been a warm-up. He knelt on the bed with her lying in front of him and took an ankle in each hand, spreading her open and holding her there. Taking a few slow strokes to get her depth and the rhythm of the bed itself he then began to powerfuck my fiancé. With each stroke he drew back impossibly far until she had only the head and then would slam it back in stopping at exactly where she'd bottomed out. He did this over and over again, speeding up until the bed shook and the top of the headboard was hitting the wall so hard it was putting dents in the drywall. Katie had a death grip on the bars of the headboard and was utterly incoherent, making sounds that were a mix of weeping and the familiar, repeated "oh my god" that was part of her build up to orgasm. He continued to fuck her hard and yelled so loud everyone in the adjoining apartments had to have heard, "That's it slut! Cum on my big fucking cock. Cum while I fuck you in front of your pussy boyfriend!" That put her over the edge and, as one hand shot from the headboard to pull on a nipple harder than I'd ever seen, she came with a wail of ecstasy. She was beyond words now and as he continued to slam his massive weapon into her she met each thrust with a grunt of pure lust and pleasure. It went on and on and after long minutes she managed to gasp out "oh my god, it's not stopping" which brought an evil smile to Michael's face. He fucked her unrelentingly as she writhed and moaned before him, her hands alternately grasping at the headboard and sheets or twisting and pulling on her nipples. An eternity later when the moans and cries had begun to trail off he slowed to a stop. Then, to my horror, he put her ankles on his shoulders, took hold of her hips and slowly ground his cock into her until he was balls deep, holding her there. Katie was as limp as a rag doll and if her eyes hadn't been open and her hands clutching at the quilt I'd have thought she was unconscious. He gathered her up in his arms and, holding her against him, settled her down into his lap, holding her far more gently than I expected considering his treatment of her only moments before. After a few minutes, she began to cling to him and cry into his shoulder. "That's it, baby. That's my girl. You did so well and made me feel so good. And guess what? You took it all. I didn't think you could do it but you really showed me." He held her like that, impaled on his cock and gently reassuring her for a couple more minutes when, without a word, she started to kiss his neck and slowly grind her hips on him. "You like that?" he asked and, still kissing him on the neck and shoulders, she nodded. "So you're a little slut for my big cock now?" Another nod. "Big question now, babe. What do you want?" The bottom fell out of my heart when she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and whispered "Whatever you want. I've never felt anything like that before." With that he turned so that he was sitting on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor and began a slow grinding rhythm with her in his lap. She kissed his shoulders, neck and face as, eyes closed, he worked towards his own release. A few minutes later a groan escaped his lips and she gasped, clinging more tightly to him. "That's it baby," she said. "I can feel it. I can feel you. I can feel you filling me. Fill me up, baby." I got up quietly and got dressed in the bathroom. When I emerged they were lying in what was once my bed. He on his back and her curled up against him, head resting on his shoulder with a small hand gently caressing his softening cock. I quietly let myself out into the night. Open Relationship Gone Awry Ch. 03 I walked for hours trying to sort out how things had gone so horribly wrong. I'd given Katie what she wanted thinking I'd get what I wanted out of it as well but with every decision things seemed to spin more out of control. Trying to sort out what I'd done wrong, what decisions could have been made differently and how to get our lives back in order was like trying to play a chess game ten moves in advance. I eventually made my way to my lab collapsed on the beaten down couch in the conference area. I was woken that morning by another lab slave coming in to spend his Saturday toiling in the mines of math and physics. "Damn David, looks like the neutrino capture problem is kicking your ass. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen if you want it." "Thanks Takeshi. Guess I need to learn some of your kung fu so I can beat my thesis into submission," I said with a levity I didn't feel. Takeshi grinned as he powered up his workstation. "It's aikido you fucking gaijin. Seriously dude, you look like shit. You should go home and get some rest." That was not even remotely an option. Not wanting to think about the previous night I got some coffee and started working on the latest test simulation for the motley Beowulf cluster my group had built out of spare parts and maintained with duct tape and chewing gum. I was able to put the events of the night before out of my mind when, hours later, my phone rang showing an unfamiliar number. "Hey bro, what happened to you last night? You just disappeared and your girl has been worried sick. Here let me put her on." I heard the phone get passed and what might have been crying for a moment before hearing him in the background say "go ahead babe, it's David." It wasn't crying that I was hearing. "Oh god, honey, he's fucking me so hard," she gasped out between guttural grunts. Michael said something I couldn't hear and Katie continued before trailing off in a howl. "It's so big and he just keeps cumming and cumming. Oh my god, it's starting again. Fuck me Michael, FUCK YOUR LITTLE WHORE!" Michael's voice again with my fiancé wailing in the background like a banshee, "Hey bro, you might want to come home. Your girl's gonna need a little TLC when I'm done with her and I still have to hit the gym today." The phone cut off but moments later pinged with a text from the same number. I knew better than to open it but looked anyway. No message, only an attached picture snapped from Michael's phone: Katie bent over the arm of the couch with his monstrously thick cock buried in her ass. My phone shattered when it hit the cinderblock wall. ----- Mercifully he'd left by the time I'd walked home. The place was a wreck. The apartment reeked of sex, couch cushions were scattered everywhere and porn continued to run on the television. The hand held shower head was inexplicably lying on the living room floor and its hose hung from the fixture in the bathroom slowly dripping water into the tub. My fiancé slept on the bed sprawled face down, nude and completely exhausted. Her legs were spread wide with one hanging slightly off the bed, presenting her thoroughly abused pussy and ass to whoever entered the apartment. She had leaked a small pool of cum onto the bed while she slept. I covered her with a sheet; barely registering the wet spot that immediately formed, and went to the kitchen to get a beer. I half expected Michael to have drank them all and taken a shit in the vegetable drawer but, thankfully, there were still a few left. Throwing the cushions back on the couch I killed the porn and powered up the Xbox I hadn't touched in months. The sun was setting when she started to wake up. "David?" "Yeah." "Honey, can you get me some aspirin or something and some water?" "Give me a minute, I'm about to finish this level" I lied. About twenty minutes later I brought her a few ibuprofens and a bottle of water. "Thank you, honey. I'm gonna sleep a little while longer, ok?" "Sure, ok" I replied, already back to the couch and the mayhem on the television screen. Later that's where I slept. I don't know what possessed me to make her favorite breakfast but after waking up and reattaching the shower head so I could take a painfully hot shower I went out and picked up the ingredients for Belgian waffles. She was still sleeping when I got back but the smell of food soon brought her, wrapped in the sheet, to the small dining area. She could barely walk to the table and didn't appear too comfortable sitting on the hard wooden chair either. "So... um... I guess we should talk." "Okay," I said while digging into my breakfast. I hadn't eaten the day before and was starving. "You know I love you, right?" "I love you too, sweetheart." "I don't want you to be mad. I know the other night was way more intense than either of us expected and the E might not have been the best idea but we were looking to spice things up and Michael really brought the spice. I mean, oh my god, I tutored him for months and had no idea." She trailed off, distracted. I thought "it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where her mind is" and then chuckled bitterly at the unintentional pun. She looked up and gave me a dazzling smile, mistaking my laugh for agreement that everything had gone well and started to wolf down her breakfast. "Oh honey, I'm so glad you're not mad. I wished you'd told me you were going to the lab this morning. I was worried that you weren't here but at least you told Michael." She smiled wickedly, "It was so hot that you wanted him to call while we were doing it and to send you pictures. I guess you just needed a little inspiration to let your freak flag fly. I think we both did. Speaking of which..." She stood up with a wince and, coming around the table she pulled me up from my chair and dropped the sheet. Her pale skin was marked with a few small bruises from his fingers where he'd held her. When she kissed me I could smell and taste him on her but my body betrayed me and my dick hardened under her hand. "I know you didn't get to finish the other night but let me make it up to you," she whispered in my ear before dropping to her knees. She'd never been this forward before but I couldn't complain as she unbuckled my pants and took me into her mouth. It was like getting a blowjob from an entirely different person; where before she'd been timid and hesitant she now took me all the way in and worked her mouth over my entire dick. Gripping me with her hand she licked and sucked my balls until I thought I was going to explode but, feeling it, she backed off and looked up at me with a mischievous smile. "Want me to do something naughty?" I could only groan as she worked my cock with her hand before going back to licking my balls. Her hand came up to my stomach and pushed me back so I was leaning against the counter and I suddenly felt her working her tongue past my balls until she was tonguing my asshole. I clung to the counter as I gasped. "Oh god, Katie, what are you doing?" "Mmmmm", she crooned, pulling her head back from between my legs. "I think he likes it," she said before taking me back into her mouth. Suddenly the hand cradling my balls moved and I felt her push a finger into my ass. Taking my moan as encouragement she began working it in and out in time with her sucking. I was close when she stopped again. Gripping me but no longer stimulating my cock she looked up at me with gleam in her eye. "Do you like that sweetheart? It sure sounds like you do. Why don't you grab the olive oil out of the cupboard?" "What?" "Get the bottle of olive oil from the cupboard." she said in a uncharacteristically demanding tone and punctuated the command using the finger buried in my ass. "Now David" she said while continuing to work her hand. Reaching behind me I nearly dumped everything out of the cupboard getting the bottle and opened it. Katie removed her hand from my dick cupped it so I could pour some oil into it and once filled she pulled her finger from my ass and oiled both hands until they were wet and slippery. Returning two fingers to my ass she took me in her other hand and again brought me to the brink of explosion and held me there. "Now I know you want to cum but you have to hold off for a little while, sweetie. Do you understand?" "Yes" "That's my good boy," she crooned returning her hand to my twitching dick. "Michael said he thought you were a closet submissive and suggested we try this." Cupping my balls with her hand she gave them a warning squeeze, "he was right wasn't he?" "Yes" I groaned, burning with humiliation. I couldn't deny that I was about to explode and found the sudden change in my fiancé incredibly exciting. "Say it sweetie," she said with another warning squeeze, her fingers continuing to work my ass. "Say that Michael was right and you like being a submissive little bitch." I'd never felt more vulnerable and gasped out "Yes, Michael was right." Squeeze. "He was right about me and I love being a little bitch." I almost collapsed as, pulling her fingers from my ass, she suddenly pushed three back in and returned her hand to my dick. "Oh I'm so happy to hear that, sweetheart. I always wanted to try this but was just too scared. We're going to have so much fun. Now I know it's hard for you to talk now so you can just nod. Remember, no cumming." "Wasn't Michael so hot Friday night? Didn't you love what a little slut I was for his huge cock?" Desperate to cum as she slowly worked my dick, I nodded. "Oh Sweetheart, I just knew you loved it. He's so sexy and he comes so much. It's too bad you had to go to the lab; Michael might have let you join in. Wouldn't that have been nice of him?" Nod. Her eyes got a faraway look again. "He's just so naughty. He gets you all worked up and hornier than you thought possible and the next thing you know you're doing the kinkiest things." Snapping back to what she was doing and the mischievous smile returned. "I'll bet if you're nice and we show Michael what a good little boy you can be he'll give you a special treat. I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" I wanted to shake my head but, whether it was intentional or not, she'd worked me harder with the last question and again my body betrayed me. I fought to hold it back but I'd been held too close for too long and I collapsed against the counter as I came. Katie slammed her fingers into my ass as I erupted like a small volcano. Whether it was a reaction to being drugged, aroused and frustrated over the past few days or the changes in my fiancé I couldn't say but I came harder than I could remember doing so previously. "Wow, sweetie, it looks like you enjoyed that even more than I did," she said with a wicked smile as she slipped her fingers from my ass. "We'll have to play that game more often." She wobbled a little when she stood up and, picking up a strawberry from my plate, scooped some cum from her breast and popped it into her mouth before tottering into the bathroom. "Oh, and I found Michael's phone in the bed. He must have left it when getting those sexy pictures for you. Can you take it by his place while I have a good long hot bath? I'm so sore I can barely walk," she said with a wink. I couldn't deny it any longer. My life and relationship with Katie had spun completely out of control. ----- Michael's iPhone wasn't password protected and it was pretty straightforward to get his address from it. Thinking it was probably a mistake I opened up the phone's photo library and found that it contained hundreds of pictures. Paging through the list I wondered how he managed to get any class work done. There had to be at least a hundred different girls in his collection. Scrolling through them it was clear that he was partial to marking women with a huge facial and then recording them for posterity but the photos ranged from the merely pornographic to the downright disturbing. It was also clear that although he preferred women he didn't have a problem batting for the other team when it suited him; there were pictures of other guys painted like the women, mirror shots of young women with their faces buried between his ass cheeks and shots if him stretching various orifices with the monstrous weapon he had for a cock. I even solved the mystery of how he passed Lit 101 via a series of pictures featuring a surprisingly fit and flexible Professor Dalis who, apparently, enjoyed being tied up with clothespins on her nipples and used as a urinal. I didn't think it could be possible but I was now even more uncomfortable about either of us being around this guy. His apartment complex wasn't the dump he'd described it as Friday night. It only took a couple of minutes to find his apartment number and I briefly considered trying to stuff his phone through the mail slot but, realizing how that would look, took a deep breath and knocked. The door was answered a minute later by a standard issue undergrad who looked a little familiar. He had spiky black hair and looked like a recovering goth. Extending the phone I said, "Hi, Michael... um... well he left his phone at my apartment and I'm just returning it. You don't need to get him. I'm just dropping it off." He just looked at me for a moment making no move to take the phone. I briefly wondered if he was stoned but with a nod he turned back into the apartment, leaving the door open in an unspoken invitation. "Come on in, he's not here right now. You can put it on the table. I'm Stephen and that's Jake," he said, motioning to a surfer playing Halo on the couch. "So you're his latest victim, huh?" Jake got off the couch and tossed me the game controller. "I fucking hate that asshole. I can't bring anyone home in case he decides he likes her. Or just feels like being a complete fucking prick." Returning with a couple Dos Equis, Jake handed me one, sat down and picked up the second controller. "I've got to sleep with my fucking ipod plugged into my head when he brings one of his sluts home. But you already know that, don't you?" Glancing at Stephen who was rooting around in the kitchen cupboard he dropped his voice "but that's nothing compared to him. Fucker stole his girlfriend and made sure Stephen caught them going at it. I guess Stephen swung on him and got his ass kicked but he won't talk about it. He pretty much just disappears when the asshole shows up." It was like I'd been immediately accepted into a secret support group. Stephen had a haunted look in his eye when he walked back into the living room, dropped into an overstuffed chair and fired off a massive bong hit. "Did he do that nonstop orgasm thing to your girlfriend?" "Fiancé," I corrected. "And yeah." Stephen looked genuinely pained. "I'm sorry dude but you may as well call it off. Whatever Jedi Sex Trick that is it completely fucks up their heads. It's like some kind of fucking invasion of the body snatchers movie. They look the same and talk the same but they've got only one thing on their mind." "Cock zombies," Jake chimed in. "Don't laugh," snapped Stephen. "It's pretty fucking unfunny." "Why do you live with him if you hate him so much?" Jake smiled bitterly. "The lease is a bitch. It'll cost like a thousand bucks to get out of it without dying or going to prison." We played Halo in relative silence for a while until I started to get increasingly uncomfortable about Michael coming back. "Hey, thanks for the beer but I have to get going." Jake nodded. "Good luck, man. Via con dios." Stephen just looked at me. "Seriously, just cut your losses and call it off." "You don't know Katie," I said as I left but, thinking about what happened earlier, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I didn't either. In car on the way back I remembered where I'd seen Stephen before. He was in one of the pictures on Michael's phone. A cute asian goth girl had been pushing his head down onto Michael's cock, his lips stretched around it as cum poured down his chin and tears from his eyes.