A new short story.
New stories exclusively available on my Patreon page this week include the first two parts of a longer story - Suspicions. A short story - the Cuckoo’s Call and a new story in the Cuckold Conversations collection - The Meeting.
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Complications
“It’s complicated” that’s what she told him from the start.
She had joined the company he worked for, she was attractive and he was single. He checked, no wedding ring, they got on well, had a lot in common. He could sense the attraction was mutual but something held her back.
There were drinks after work with colleagues where they got to know each other better. He was keen to take it further but she seemed reluctant. Eventually she agreed to a date, just the two of them, drinks at a local bar. Nothing too serious.
There was an ex boyfriend, they still hooked up from time to time , one of those relationships where it would never work as a permanent thing but they were good together if it stayed occasional. “It’s complicated” she said. She couldn’t give that up and wouldn’t lie so probably best if they don’t take this further.
They kissed goodbye at her door, it was a passionate kiss, pressed close together, tongues swirling, he was hard. He wanted more.
“I can live with it” he told her the next day at work. “I won’t make a fuss. You’re worth it”.
They moved in together after a couple of months. They were good together, happy, enjoying life.
The first time was hard for him. He’d worked late, when he got home she was sitting at her dressing table in her lingerie putting her make up on. Not everyday lingerie, sexy, hot lingerie. Their eyes met in the mirror, she looked away “sorry” she said.
He watched her leave, her hips swaying in the tight, short skirt, he thought his heart would break but he had promised hadn’t he?
He sat in the dark all evening waiting, his head in his hands, imagining them together. Were they kissing, touching, undressing each other. He didn’t want to think any further than that but couldn’t help it. His head was full of images of the two of them intertwined in passion.
She didn’t get home until the morning. He hadn’t slept a wink. Nothing was said, they both went to work as if nothing had happened. Everything best left unspoken, just carry on as usual.
He thought it would get easier, it didn’t. He thought she may get to love him enough to give her ex up, she didn’t. He had to learn to live with these occasional nights of absolute gut wrenching angst that left him feeling desolate and wracked with jealousy.
He needed to know what tied her to this man. Why she couldn’t give him up”
“Why” he asked her one night
“I don’t know.” She replied softly. “I told you it’s complicated”
“Is it just sex” he asked “am I not enough”
“That’s unfair” she said, “you promised, no questions, remember.”
“I know, I’m sorry but I’m finding it hard. Would you answer one question for me please, to help me understand.”
“What is it” she asked.
“Whose better, me or him”
She stared at him, not answering at first, then “I’ve never really thought about it, are you sure you want to know? Really sure?”
“Yes” he replied.
“Next time, I’ll think about it, compare, decide who’s better. If you really want to know you can ask me again when I get home and I’ll tell you the truth.”
The next time was two months later. He watched her go again, he sat in the dark again, he imagined the two of them together again. It didn’t get any easier, he realised it never would.
He was waiting up when she got home.
“Do you still want to know?” she asked
He nodded.
“He’s better than you, much better”.
There was silence. Both looking at each other waiting for the other to speak first.
She smiled “I guess it’s not so complicated after all is it?”