AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 351
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 351 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
I was drawn upstairs again not by the siren song of my girlfriend and fiancee calling for me because they were ready for bed, but because Cassidy started absolutely cackling. Full on belly laugh like a cartoon witch stirring a bubbling cauldron.
And it didn’t stop as I wandered up.
“What is going on?” I asked from the doorway.
Cassidy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning back and fending off Cattie as the black-haired woman attempted to shove a pillow into her face to muffle her.
“It’s not that funny,” Cattie was laughing.
Cassidy just kept cackling.
“What is going on?” I repeated myself, chuckling with infectious humour as I approached the bed.
Cass rolled away from Cattie towards me, scrambling off the bed and hiding behind my back as she tried to catch her breath. Cattie had followed her for a moment, still holding the pillow threateningly with both hands but grinning and rolling her eyes.
“Heather got home,” Cattie said, shaking her head. “And found out I got all my shit out of her place, along with her key to mine. She flipped out.”
“How bad?” I asked.
“Just texts so far,” Cattie sighed. “And I mean, it’s kind of funny.”
“I’m sorry,” Cassidy said, finally getting her breath back. “I’m just picturing her all bright pink from the sunburn, and then going red from being such a pissy bitch, storming around her apartment spitting mad and angry-texting.”
Cattie’s phone started ringing. It was sitting on a corner of the bed and we all leaned over to look at the screen.
“It’s her,” I said.
“Please answer it,” Cassidy begged.
“No way,” Cattie said, grabbing her phone and holding it behind her. “She doesn’t get to talk to me whenever she wants. She can leave a damn message and I can decide whether I should call her back or not.”
The ringing ended and Cattie sighed in relief, dropping the phone between her knees on the bed. She looked up at us. She was wearing black panties and what looked like one of my old T-shirts that had been pulled out of a drawer - her breasts were doing interesting things to the chest, but not for long because she pulled it off and dropped it to the side, baring her glorious tits to the two of us. Likely as a distraction.
It didn’t even last long enough to say anything, though, because her phone started ringing again.
“Really?” Cattie grunted.
“OK, I take it back, don’t answer,” Cassidy smirked. “Let’s see how many times she calls.”
She called five times straight as we sat and shook our heads. Then we waited for almost a minute of silence, just staring at the phone.
“I think she’s given up for the ni-” I started, but was interrupted by the phone ringing again.
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