AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 352
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 352 - 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
Cassidy slipped from the bed, pressing her phone to her chest to hide the light of the screen.
“M’wha?” Robbie groaned, shifting as he swam back towards consciousness.
“Shh,” Cassidy hushed him, leaning back over and giving him a kiss on the lips that made her grin a little. He still tasted like Cattie. “It’s just a phone call, go back to sleep, Tiger.”
“Mmf,” he grunted, but Cattie shifted in her sleep in response to him moving and he ended up holding her and sighing contentedly.
Cassidy wanted to sigh at the cuteness of seeing them like that. She wanted to scream, too. Just a little. A smidge.
A jealous little smidge.
She rushed out of the room, her toes digging into the carpet as she kept the phone pressed to her chest until she hit the stairs. Then she answered it.
“Hey, are you OK?”
Wanda sobbed on the other end.
Cass rushed downstairs and curled up on the couch in the living room, pulling a blanket over herself since she was naked and the house was a little cool after sharing the bed with Robbie and Cattie. “Talk to me, babe,” Cassidy said quietly.
“Cass, what the fuck is my life?” Wanda muttered and then sniffed hard. “God, how fucking stupid am I?”
“Shhh,” Cassidy tried to soothe her. “Wanda, babe, your life is wide open and ready for you to chase whatever dreams you want.”
“No, my life is a fucking mess,” Wanda said. “I’m fucking twenty-seven years old and going to be a divorcee because my husband is a degenerate cuckold simpy cockbag and I had no idea, but I’m sort of a degenerate slut who fucking likes to be degraded by your fiancee. Like, how fucked up is that? And my career is, like, what even is my career? I fucking dress up in costumes and post pictures online and people, like, buy access to them. I don’t know how to fucking do anything except how to pose the best to tease with my ass. If the world fucking ended I wouldn’t be useful to any survivor group except as a fucking, like, bedwarmer. I’d be the pitiful sex slave chained to a bed who dies to the zombies instead of doing something useful. Or I’d be the hot chick at the start of the movie who is already infected before the apocalypse even begins properly. Cassidy, what the fuck is my life?”
Cass had to bite her hand to stop from snickering a little as Wanda went off the rails in a way that only a nerdy girl could. Her role in a potential zombie apocalypse was not the issue.
“Wanda,” Cassidy said. “Before I tell you what is up with your life, I’m going to ask you two- no three- important questions, OK?”
“OK,” she said quietly.
“Do you still love Robbie?”
“ ... Yeah, of course,” she sighed.
“Do you for some reason think that in the last fourteen hours or whatever he’s stopped loving you?”
“No,” Wanda said a little petulantly, like she knew where this was going.
“Then what the fuck are you complaining about?!” Cassidy hissed into the phone. “Jesus Fuck, babe. Robbie loves the shit out of you. The only reason Robbie cares about you needing to be a divorcee is because the whole process is going to suck and hurt you. And he loves that you felt safe enough to show us what you really wanted sexually, and that he can give it to you. Is Cattie any less of a person because she’s his submissive girlfriend?”
“No,” Wanda mumbled. “Obviously not.”
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