AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 387
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 387 - 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 figured we were going to end up grabbing dinner on our way home since it was late and we were all getting hungry, but it turned out that part of Cassidy’s breakdown that afternoon of feeling like a shitty partner and girlfriend after finding out about my panic attack was throwing together a dinner in the slow cooker. When we got back to our place, she had chicken thighs in a creamy lemon sauce simmering in the crock pot, and all we had to do was whip up some rice in the rice cooker.
“Er-ma-gerd,” Cattie mumbled around her mouthful of food, rolling her eyes up into her skull as she groaned at the burst of flavour. When she swallowed, she sighed. “Girl, you never said you were, like, a chef.”
“I’m not a chef,” Cass said with a little smile of thanks at the compliment. “Cooking really isn’t that hard, it just takes a little practice. When my Mom died, me and my Dad were a total wreck because she used to do all the cooking. We kind of started trading off cooking duties to keep each other fed rather than ourselves, and it turned into a competition to see who could recreate my Mom’s dishes the best. And then I started bringing Robbie home for dinner sometimes, and I got to cook for both the men in my life.”
“Aww,” Cattie cooed, smiling warmly.
“Robbie’s no slouch in the kitchen either,” Cass smirked.
“You and I both know you’re better than me at just about anything in the kitchen except bacon,” I chuckled.
“My bacon is just fine,” she rolled her eyes.
“She overcooks it every time,” I stage whispered to Cattie, and then I grinned and spoke over my fiancee’s protests. “But this is so perfectly done; I can’t wait to take another bite.” I shoveled a big bite into my mouth and groaned almost orgasmically, mollifying Cass somewhat.
Once we’d eaten, the girls started cleaning and shooed me into the living room to start making my phone calls. I started with a text to Ami to see if she could even take a call or if she was still dancing around her parents for the moment. Then I called Terra, who sounded stressed when she picked up but was just grateful to hear my voice and know that I was taking my therapy seriously.
Zenya was next, and she answered my call with a sigh. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey, Freckles,” I said. “Something wrong?”
“Well, you didn’t send me a single dick pic today after I sent you some pretty fucking explicit nudes,” she said.
“ ... Shit,” I said.
She snorted, and I could visualise her little smirk-smile. “I guess the panic attack didn’t really put you in the mood, huh?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said, feeling lucky that I was getting let off the hook. She was right - if a woman went out of her way to send something like that to me, she was owed something back.
I gave the curvy redhead a quick rundown of the attack and then my odd therapist and his homework.
“OK, for real,” she said when I was done. “That’s a reasonable request, but you’re leavin’ a girl wanting. Send me something tonight before you take me down to emojis for good morning and good night.”
I chuckled and agreed, and she let me go so I could ‘get busy’ once I was finished checking in with everyone. Ami had texted me back that she was with her parents and couldn’t talk, so I did my best to update her quickly via text. She sent me back a hug emoji and some hearts to show she understood, and I sent her a pair of those back as well.
Leia was next up and had a good question. “What about our plans to play games?” she asked, sounding disappointed.
“Fuck, I- I hadn’t really been thinking of that, Sunshine,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s OK,” she immediately backtracked. “Mental health stuff should come before stupid games-”
“Hey,” I interrupted her. “Leia, spending any time with you, even playing video games, isn’t stupid.”
“Robbie-” she started.
“Leia,” I countered, and we were both silent for a long moment.
And a moment more.
“You’re still there, right?” she asked.
That made me snort softly. “I am, babe.”
“So...?”
“I think playing some video games can fit into ‘Dude Time,’” I said, smirking a little. It was fudging the rules a bit, but Leia loved fighting games - it’s not like we were going to be playing Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing, or even something more social like Mario Party or Among Us. We’d be shit talking each other and being competitive. “And I’m going to beat you. At least twice.”
“We’ll see,” she said, and I could hear her grin.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.