AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 434
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 434 - 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
Becca lied. Well, she was wrong. She didn’t mean to make a liar of herself, but she wasn’t counting on the same things I wasn’t counting on.
Namely that, after getting home from a long night out, neither of us was used to having a Ralph impatiently whining and needing to go out to do his business.
“Hey, buddy,” Wanda apologised to him, giving him a big double-handed scratch of his head and ears. “Oh my God, we should have come home earlier. I’m so sorry, buddy.” She looked up at us as she was reaching for his leash. “I’ll take him out, you guys go shower, and I’ll shower after.”
“It’s late,” I said. “And you’re tipsy. I can take him out.”
I swear Ralph gave me a look that said, ‘Really, dude? You think I want to go with you when I could go with her?’
“No, no,” Wanda shook her head. “He’s my dog, I’ll do it.”
“Jesus, you’re not Old Yellering him behind the shed,” Becca snorted, clapping a hand over her mouth.
“Oh, Jeez,” I chuckled when I realised the accidental movie reference.
It took Wanda a moment longer to make the same connection, and she shot a shocked look at Becca and then gave Ralph a big hug. “Never,” she said. “Never ever. Ralph’s gonna live forever.”
Ralph whined, very much needing to go now.
“You take him, and I’ll take you,” I negotiated, offering her a hand back to her feet.
“I’m fine,” Wanda said, waving me off as she clipped the leash to Ralph’s collar.
“Late. Tipsy,” I counted off on my fingers. “Loved. And I still feel guilty about earlier tonight.”
“That wasn’t your fault,” Becca immediately argued.
“At all,” Wanda agreed.
“Knowing and internalising are different things,” I countered, then grabbed Wanda’s free hand. “Come on, he’s practically crossing his legs and doing the pee dance.”
Becca handed me her keys so we could get back in the building, and she headed to go grab a quick shower and wash off the sticky smells of the concert venue while we went towards the nearest door out of the building in a rush.
“Fuck, Ralph,” Wanda said pretty much immediately after we got outside. Not at him, but at herself, because he basically took one whiff of the closest blade of grass, turned and unleashed before he even got his leg all the way up. “My bad.”
“The fact that he held it is impressive as hell,” I told her. “You trained him really well.”
“He was easy to train,” Wanda sighed, shrugging lightly. “Golden Retrievers usually are, I guess. But he’s also just one good boy, huh, Ralphy?”
Once he was done with his emergency business, we kept walking out to the sidewalk and hung a right, letting him stretch his legs and get in some sniffing.
“Can I ask you something?” Wanda murmured after a long moment.
“Do you honestly feel the need to ask about asking, love?” I countered.
She shot me an easy smirk, and she looked so fucking cute with her cap pulled backwards and in that flannel shirt that I couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her. She grinned against my lips and kissed me back.
“No, I don’t need to ask,” she said. “I know that.”
“Ask away,” I capitulated.
“I wanna fuck you so bad, Robbie,” she said. “Like, so fucking bad. But also, I’m worried it’s too early and I shouldn’t. But I don’t know if denying myself would be a good thing or a bad thing for ... processing everything. Or if it would matter at all - I mean, you’ve fucked me six ways to Sunday already. It’s not like I’m gonna forget how fucking amazing it was. Fuck, how life-changing it was, with you and Cass. Even with you, Cass and Cattie. And you and Becca. Honestly, the only thing I regret about the trip was not getting in on some time with a couple of the other girls - Zenya’s super hot, and seeing you with Terra would be so hot based on what she told us about you guys banging. And Leia’s ass, I mean - well, at some point we need to get me, Zenya and Leia all lined up and bent over for you. Now that would be a porno.” She laughed, shaking her head. “But yeah, all of that is in my head, right alongside all the shit going on with Brodi, and I feel like I’m halfway split between wanting to wait and give myself space because that’s what feels like any therapist or sane person would tell me I should need, and doing the thing that I feel like I actually need and not taking time or space because I don’t want or need it.”
I was quiet for a long moment, absorbing everything she’d said, and we eventually stopped walking as Ralph found a particularly enticing smell to focus on for a moment. “Was there a question in there, Wanda?” I asked with a soft chuckle.
“No, I guess not,” she snorted, shaking her head at herself. She turned from watching Ralph to looking up into my eyes as she squeezed my hand tightly. “Should we have sex tonight?” she asked seriously.
I let out a long breath.
“I know, it’s not exactly a fair question,” she frowned a little. “But I- Fuck, Robbie. It’s fucking insane, but I trust you more than I ever trusted Brodi. I don’t know why the fuck I ever thought I loved him, feeling like this about you. What I feel with you, about you, from you ... This is love. I trust you to think clearly and care about what’s best for me. That’s why all the kinky play on the trip was so fucking good, and why I- God, why I want to hear you call me your Little Toy again. Don’t, though. I’ll explain in a minute, but I need to know if you think we should have sex tonight, or if I should take a step back. It’s not like you wouldn’t get sex either, I don’t know if Becca’s ever been ‘take her thong off in the car’ turned on even before her years of asexual-ness.”
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