AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 363
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 363 - 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
“Why do I feel so full?” Cattie groaned and then chuckled. “The portions were so small, but there were so many of them.”
The tasting menu had been delicious as usual. She was right though - the portions were small, and other than the first time at a place I usually preferred ordering off the menu so I got more of what I wanted and not a bunch of things to try and go ‘Hm, interesting!’
Our last plates had been cleared and the Maitre D’ had come by and poured us each a little glass of dessert wine, making idle chit-chat just like he did at every other table. Of course, every other table didn’t get the dessert wine - it was likely something that had been ordered for a special recipe or something at one of the restaurants in the Sahara and they had a third of a case left over in the back of a storage room somewhere. The perfect thing to break out once in a while for ‘friends, knowing you were likely to get the same treatment when you were hosted by them - as long as you didn’t abuse the privilege, at least.
“I’m still floating after that prime rib,” Cass said, blinking and shaking her head slightly as she leaned back in her chair and idly swirled the honey-gold liquid in her glass. “That wine reduction might have gotten me high.”
“Definitely dangerously good,” I agreed.
“So how’s the date so far, babe?” Cass asked Cattie with a grin. “Living up to the hype?”
Cattie grinned. “So far? Well, there’s been less canoodling than I expected but I guess that comes later. Otherwise, it’s been...” She stopped and took a breath, clearly doing some wordsmithing in her head before she finally focused on me. “It’s the best date I’ve ever been on, and you could bring me to McDonald’s tomorrow and I’d be happy, Tiger.”
“Well, it’ll be a different vibe tomorrow,” I promised her. “But definitely not McDonald’s. I need to spoil my delightful, funny, sexy, absolutely lovable girlfriend.”
Her smile was pure bliss, but as we looked at each other it dropped a bit and I was surprised when a tear suddenly spilled from one eye.
“Babe?” Cass asked in concern, grabbing her hand.
“Shit,” Cattie muttered, grabbing her napkin and dabbing the eyeliner-stained drop from her cheek. “It’s nothing.”
“Obviously not,” I said. I was already holding her hand across the table and I gave her a squeeze of encouragement.
“I’m just ... overwhelmed. By how good this all is, and how bad...” she stopped, shaking her head. Then she squeezed my hand back and stood up. “Just give me a minute, OK?”
“Do you want me to come?” Cass asked, half-standing and still frowning slightly.
“No, babe, no,” Cattie said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before circling around the table and hugging me from behind. “I’m fine. I just need a minute by myself, OK? To clear my head and fix my makeup.”
“OK,” I said, rubbing her arms as she hugged me, then she pulled away and headed towards the washrooms.
Cassidy watched her go, concern still written across her features, but a beat after Cattie had disappeared around a corner, Cass snorted.
“What?” I asked, seeing that little smirk that said ‘trouble.’
“What if that was just an act so she could go drop a giant shit without you knowing?”
“Cass,” I grunted in shock, trying not to laugh.
“Or maybe just fart. Like, we’ve been comfortable with farting for forever, but she’s not farting in front of you yet,” Cassidy snickered. “What if she just gets in there, the door shuts, and she just lets it rip? And then she makes eye contact with some woman who is washing her hands and is like ‘First date’ with a shrug, and the woman is like, ‘Yeah, I’ve been there.’”
I was almost choking on my laughter, trying not to let it out. “Is that something that women do?”
Cassidy shrugged, grinning teasingly, and then sighed and shook her head.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Fucking good,” she answered immediately, not breaking eye contact with me. “You?”
“Awe-struck a little, still,” I said. “Very aware of how unearthly lucky I look, and I sort of feel.”
“But you still know why,” Cass nodded.
“I still know why,” I sighed in agreement. None of this was what we’d wanted, where we’d been going. Especially me. And it hadn’t happened entirely by accident.
We really needed some therapy, and I really hoped we weren’t going to have to shop around too much to find someone that worked for us.
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