Behind the Neighbor's Door - Part 8

Sorry about the overtime, had a hard time getting the words how I wanted them. Did I get there? My brain is mush rn so I can't tell. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

*

The minutes felt like hours. Nolan stood by the front door of his apartment, trying to peel his ears to anything going on outside, trying to digest having just heard his girlfriend, the love of his life, make out with another man and enter his apartment, likely getting naked and going to let him get lucky tonight, even if it was just a blow job. It wasn't easy, but the idea was very much in the forefront of his mind.

He never knew Grace had it in her, even if it was agreed upon. Going home to a guy just to please him, rewarding him for a pleasant date. And surely it had been a successful evening, Grace wasn't one to just throw herself at guys like that. At least that's what Nolan thought.

Nolan started to wonder how much he really knew about Grace. They had been together for almost five years by now. But this was so different…

Was this the same girl that he had loved for so long? The same one he had made love to and who had made love to him? Was this really the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with? Or was he wrong? Had he missed something? Had she been hiding some deeper, darker part of herself from him?

He didn't know. And he wasn't sure if this path was the right one. But it was the one he was on.

There wasn't anything that could change the current events, not now. It made his chest tighten up.  It made his heart race.

Nolan felt so alone and vulnerable. He was in a strange place, and he was experiencing things he never thought he would. It was exciting. But it was also scary.

Nolan tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths and counting backward from ten. But it wasn't working.

The minutes dragged on, and Nolan could feel his anxiety rising. He tried to think of happy things, but it wasn't helping. He was just too wound up.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Nolan got a text message. He'd thought he was excluded from anything else going on tonight, but alas!

'are you sure you want it?' Grace wrote.

Nolan felt like he was going to throw up. If it was nerves, excitement, regret, jealousy, all of it, he didn't know. This was his out. This was the point where he could take it all back. But did this mean she hadn't blown Nate in his car after all? The risk of answering to something and getting an outcome way out of proportion was both mystifying and alluring. Nolan hated not knowing, but he loved it. Perhaps she did blow Nate, which was wild in itself, and now wanted permission to go all the way? God.

Or perhaps this was when she'd blow him? Perhaps they didn't even do anything in the car. Nolan had no way of knowing.

Nolan was torn. He sat down on one of the chairs and stared at his phone. What should he do? Did he really want to go through with this? He knew he trusted Grace, and this journey had so far been far more rewarding than he could ever have hoped for.

Fuck it. They had come too far. Before Nolan had a chance to reconsider, he started to reply. His hands shook wildly as he started, deleted, and restarted his reply again and again. 'What?' Nolan replied, quickly following up with, 'Yes!' hitting send before he had a chance to reconsider.

Then it was done. And now all he could do, in all probability, was wait. Wait in agony. There wasn't exactly much room for texting while Grace would... be on her knees in front of Nate.

The thought slowly descended across Nolan, cold as a ghost. This was real. Grace was really on the other side of that wall, probably on her knees in front of a much bigger cock than his. What if Nate were to tempt her into something more?

It took a few seconds for the reality to sink in. This was really happening. Nolan stared at his phone, waiting for an answer. Five, six, seven, eight. The minutes were starting to kill him. And each passing second made Nolan wonder more and more what he had just done. What was he even waiting for? Grace was busy.

Busy with her mouth full of another guy's cock.

Nolan felt like he was going to throw up.

He sat there, staring at the wall, wondering what was happening on the other side. He felt like he was going crazy, imagining all the things that could be going on right now. If he had such a reaction to Grace sucking him off, how would Nolan react if they ever went further? Though he didn't really know what was the case beyond that wall, beyond that door next to theirs.

God, how he missed Grace. His rock, his security. Now more than ever, he needed her, needed to feel her presence near him, needing her warm arms wrapping around him. He would settle for just an embrace. Anything. Anything to ease his mind, soothe his soul.

But Grace was busy. Busy with her mouth full of another guy's cock.

Feeling just as utterly pathetic as he was desperate, Nolan went over to the wall that separated their apartment from Nate's. He pressed his ear against it, hoping to hear something, anything. But there was nothing. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to imagine what might be going on next door. He pictured Grace lying naked on Nate's couch, while Nate leaned over her, kissing her and running his hand all over her beautiful body. Nolan shivered at the thought, his heart racing and his palms sweating. He felt guilty and utterly sick. But he couldn't deny the thrill.

He just wished he knew if Grace would escalate things beyond that blow job. He knew there was a good chance Grace would've gotten quite horny from blowing Nate, having her fascination with having warm dicks on her face, and giving blow jobs always got her going. Was it the right call to agree to this, not knowing how it would end, where it would go, and how it would alter them?

Nolan grabbed at the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling very tight. He was on edge, waiting and expecting. His legs were like jelly, and he felt a sudden urge to throw up. This was a horrible idea. He wasn't sure what had come over him, agreeing to such a thing. But it was too late now. And he couldn't help but be turned on by that fact, too. The risks. The unknown. God, it was all so confusing and so strange. He wasn't sure he liked where his thoughts were going. This was a first for him. It felt like a blurry, colorful haze.

This was probably some sort of masochistic behavior, driven by stress, depression, anxiety, whatever. Probably. At least partially. To find himself turned on at the desperation of hearing the object of his affection, the love of his life, cheat. At least at the edge of a promise that had been sealed as good by the fact she could now smell Nate's masculinity in the most primitive of ways. A flicker of a primal interest had sparked within her since they started this journey and were to explore Nolan's masochistic needs.

As a sweaty minute passed, Nolan found himself sitting on their balcony. Staring into space and tapping his foot, trying not to fall into an utter state of complete freak-out. The waiting was killing him. He thought he'd get used to it, that his nervous energy would calm over time. Instead, it only grew. It was ridiculous. He had only left her a few minutes ago.

But so much could've happened in those minutes. And it dawned on Nolan, it wasn't only going to be a few minutes, most likely. Not even many minutes. The fact of the matter was, he had no idea if Grace was coming home tonight. He sure hoped so. But there was nothing to say she would. What if she decided she liked Nate? Liked his cock? What if they just kept fucking all night? What if she stayed the night, or worse, moved in with him?

Nolan shook his head, trying to clear the crazy thoughts. He was spiraling, and he knew it. But he couldn't help it. The nerves and anticipation were too much for him to handle. Exhaustion started to creep in on him already, but then nerves and anxiety made him restless. Nolan felt like he was going mad.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

He stood up and paced around, looking at his phone every few seconds, willing it to ring, or vibrate, or do something. He needed to know what was going on. He couldn't bear this. Why had he agreed to this? Why hadn't he just said no and kept things the way they were? He had been adamant from the beginning that anything physical was off the table. Then he started making concessions. He let Nate get away with things, like jacking off in front of Grace and finally cumming on her, Nolan fully knowing how much she loved to feel a bit dirty. It was a gray area where there were technicalities, but really, perhaps that's where the shift began. Nate took an inch, and Nolan gave him another.

But was it just Nate? Grace, too, enjoyed it; that was clear. She seemed to like it, being watched by Nolan, knowing that her boyfriend was turned on by watching another man cum all over her. She had confessed that she liked to tease and liked to be dirty. So maybe it wasn't only Nate, after all.

But that still didn't make it right. It wasn't cheating, technically, but it was something. Nolan hated that he found it so hot. Hated that he found his girlfriend sucking another man's dick so arousing. It felt wrong, but it was also so fucking right. 

And now Nate was no doubt pushing several inches into Grace's mouth. His girlfriend. The girl he thought he'd marry, spend the rest of his life with. What was she doing right now?

This was a horrible idea. It was going to end in disaster. He knew it. He could feel it. The pit in his stomach told him it was true. His brain told him to trust and embrace the journey, but it was difficult. 

Nolan blinked and shook his head. At some point, he had picked up his phone and started to type a message to Grace, wanting her to cancel it and come back home to him. When did he write this? He deleted it right away and tossed his phone away. Then he picked it back up, thinking it had vibrated, only to find out it hadn't.

"For fucks sake," Nolan muttered. This was no way to be strong. Nolan always viewed himself as a secure, steady guy, a dependable one, and that's how he wanted to be seen. But here he was, falling apart at the seams, losing his mind.

"Come on, Nolan, pull yourself together," he muttered to himself.

He paced around some more, trying to calm down. This was what he wanted. Any resentment, any misgivings, would all be cleared up when Grace came back and they talked. If she came back, a small voice whispered. What would happen if Grace ended up in love with Nate? What would happen if Grace realized that Nate was a far superior mate than Nolan was? What if Grace realized that she deserved someone who could make her cum every single night? Someone who didn't mind that she was a slut, who could satisfy her? What if Grace realized she had been holding back, that she could have better? That she wanted better?

And what if Nolan didn't even stand a chance? He always felt a league under Grace, and perhaps an underlying fear and admiration that she was too much for him. Intellectually, sexually, spiritually. Perhaps, just perhaps, she needed more than Nolan could give her. And Nate could. He could be that guy for her.

Nolan waved his hand as if to swat a fly away.

"No," Nolan said. "Fuck that. She'll come back."

He nodded to himself, trying to convince himself it was true. She would come back. She had to. This was all just part of the deal. He was just nervous, that was all. It was a natural reaction. He just needed to get through it, and everything would be fine.

No, instead, he should focus on what made this hot. Grace, the most precious and sexy woman alive, with the best ass one could ask for, assertive and yet so gentle, considerate, and smart. Right now, she was fulfilling her man's deepest, most insecure fantasies. She was being naughty. Promiscuous.

She was blowing the ogre behind the next-door apartment. And Nolan couldn't wait for her to come home and tell him how much she loved it. How much she loved him.

Nolan leaned up against the wall between the two apartments and closed his eyes, picturing that silver-blonde, blue-eyed face with her thin, perfect lips working a fat shaft. Nolan couldn't exactly picture the shaft in question, having neither been a cock connoisseur nor ever seen Nate's package, but he imagined it to be bigger than his own. 

He pictured Nate's satisfied grin as he had someone else's girl servicing him. The thing about a blow job is that it is all about the man. It's selfish. The woman has to work for his pleasure, and in a way, it's an act of submission. It's not the same as sex, because you can have sex with someone and have it be completely equal and mutual. A blow job is about one person getting off, and the other person servicing them.

And Grace was doing that right now. She was on her knees, in front of Nate, sucking his dick, bringing him pleasure. She was servicing him. She was submitting to him. She was working hard to bring Nate to an orgasm, to make him cum, and the sickening thing was, Nolan knew just how much she loved giving a nice blow job and making a guy feel good.

But instead of Nolan feeling it, it was Nate. It was Nate, getting head. It was Nate's balls that she would lick and suck. And it would be Nate who would see his load go all over her pretty face, perhaps having her eyes shut so it landed on her eyelids, dripping onto the bridge of her nose. She would giggle, a beautiful girl's voice, when she knew how much pleasure and relief she could give a guy. It was all of that, and now it was all for Nate, not for Nolan.

Nolan slowly slid his hands into his pants, eyes closed, focusing his fantasy on Grace's flushed face, her eyes heavy-lidded as something hard, red, and meaty slapped against her cheeks and lips. He was rock hard now, and he started to stroke himself, imagining Nate's cock sliding past those thin, perfect lips, into her hot mouth.

Nolan groaned quietly, trying to keep it quiet as if he tried not to get caught. He was a bit ashamed of his own behavior, but he couldn't help it. He was so turned on. The idea of Grace sucking another man's cock was so hot to him. He loved the idea of her submitting to someone else. It turned him on so much.

He stroked himself to a quick but impactful climax, shuddering as his body tensed up, his toes curling as he shot his load into his hand.

"Fuck," he whispered, panting quietly.

Nolan took a moment to catch his breath before going to the bathroom and cleaning himself off. Call it post-nut clarity, but damn, he felt a thousand pounds lighter. A weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt better about things. He took a deep breath and went back out into the living room, feeling calmer than he had before.

Nolan went into the kitchen and poured himself a drink of water. He sat down at the table, staring out the window. The sun had set, and the street lights were coming on. It was getting late. Nolan wondered if Grace would be coming home tonight. He hoped she would. He missed her.

He thought about texting her again, but decided against it. He didn't want to seem needy. He didn't want to pressure her. He wanted her to come back on her own terms, when she was good and done. Done with Nate.

Nolan sat there for a few more minutes, staring out the window, sipping his water, wishing he drank something stronger to numb him. Eventually, the anxiety started to creep back in. The dread, the uncertainty. The what-ifs and maybes. The what-could-bes.

And Nolan couldn't stop thinking about it. This time, however, he was embracing this pain. This was what he wanted, and it wasn't just about him. Grace wanted this too, no doubt about it. She was horny as hell, and if she got it on with Nate, it was all the better. At least that's what Nolan tried to tell himself.

Nolan got up from the couch, found himself wandering out on the balcony, wanting fresh air and new scenery for his delightful misery. A crooked smile appeared on his lips as he realized what a mopey fuck he was being. Was he supposed to just sit around and stare at the wall all night? Or every time Grace would do this, should there be repeat performances? What the fuck?

Nolan leaned forward, resting his arms on the railing. There was a gentle breeze, and the sky was clear. It was a beautiful night. He could hear people chatting and laughing downstairs, and he imagined what life would be like if he didn't have his fantasy, or if Grace hadn't found it.

He glanced over at the matted separation between the two apartments. Without thinking, Nolan went over to the wall separating their balcony and Nate's. He leaned against it, pressing his ear against the matted wall. He had even half a mind to stick his head out past where the wall arched down to a half-wall.

That wasn't a bad idea. But Grace's wish for him not to see her the first few times she hooked up with Nate loomed in his mind, and Nolan felt a bit silly for having entertained the idea. Still, it might be worth a try. Just to see if there were any sounds coming from the other side.

Nolan hesitated for a moment, then stuck his head out over the edge of the balcony. He couldn't really see anything, as the matted wall was too thick for the length of his neck. A scary thought of them discovering him out here popped into his head, but even if the wall was matted, they'd see what he was up to and call him out. They didn't, so he was in the clear. 

But as he could see the edge of Nate's window, he figured maybe he could hear something. 

Nolan took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. He closed his eyes and focused on the sounds around him. The sounds of the nearby woods, the wind blowing through the trees, the buzzing of the lights overhead. He listened for any sounds coming from Nate's apartment.

Then, finally, after an agonizing few moments of holding his breath, he heard something. He heard voices, muffled and distant, but definitely there. He drew in anew and again held his breath and strained to make out what they were saying. It was impossible, though. They sounded excited, happy. Even that gave Nolan a burning feeling. He was out here in the dark, listening in on them having a good time.

"Fuck it," Nolan muttered. 

He put one hand on the railing of their balcony, another on the half-wall, and he lifted himself up, trying to get a better look inside, trying to make out anything at all from within, but the angle was too awkward.

"Come on," Nolan muttered, frustration building up. He felt stupid for trying to do this, but he had to know. He needed to know. He had to see what was going on.

He hoisted himself up again, straining his neck and eyes, trying to get a better view. But it was useless. He was only getting a sliver of a view inside, and all he could see was part of the living room and the kitchen. No sign of Grace or Nate.

Nolan grunted in frustration, then hopped onto the ledge of the balcony. He gripped the railing with one hand, using the other to support himself against the matted wall. He balanced carefully, trying to keep his balance, and managed to lean over enough to see into Nate's apartment.

And that's when he saw them. Or at least that's when he saw the back of Grace's head. It was her, alright. All Nolan could see was the her blonde hair moving in a steady rhythm. And judging by how low she was, Grace was on her knees. She was giving Nate a blow job. Nolan's cock stirred in his pants as he watched her head bob up and down. He could almost hear her moaning as she sucked his cock, taking it deep into her throat.

"Shit," Nolan breathed out, trying to hold himself up. His heart raced, his palms sweaty against the railing. He knew what he was seeing. It was clear as day. Grace was giving Nate a blow job. There was no doubt about it. Nolan couldn't believe it. Right now, in front of him. It was happening right now.

Nolan took a deep breath and steadied himself. He had to get a better look. He had to see more. But he couldn't risk losing his balance and falling over. That would be embarrassing, to say the least. Not to mention potentially fatal.

He gripped the railing tightly, holding on for dear life, then he slowly inched his way down the length of the half-wall. He kept his eyes on Grace, not wanting to miss a second of what she was doing. Her head moved slowly, back and forth, in a constant rhythm. Nate must be loving it, getting the royal treatment. It made Nolan feel inadequate and jealous, and a burning flame rose up within him as a result, wanting to beat his chest.

He then heard Grace talk to Nate, but the words were still muffled behind the glass door. Whatever they were saying, they were talking in a very heated tone. Nolan couldn't make out much, but the tone of voice was clear. Grace was turned on and eager, while Nate sounded very pleased. 

There was a small break, then Grace said something again. Something short, but decisive, apparently, as she stood up. Nolan caught a glimpse of her ass completely naked before she moved out of view again. A moment later, there were some more noises, then a thud. Then silence.

"Fuck," Nolan muttered. He leaned further out, trying to see what was going on, but as he did, his wet palms slipped. His hand lost grip of the railing, and his other slipped off the half-wall. Before he knew it, Nolan found himself falling off the ledge of the balcony, landing on the floor of his own balcony. The fall knocked the wind out of him, and he groaned in pain.

"Shit!" he hissed, rubbing his back. He had fallen on his shoulder, but it didn't feel like anything was broken. But if he had fallen the other way, he'd gotten royally fucked up, for sure.

He lay there on the cool floor for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Then, as he started to calm down, he realized how fucking stupid he was acting. He had just tried to spy on his girlfriend sucking off another guy, and now he had nearly killed himself in the process. What was he thinking? Not only did he put himself in danger, but Grace had been clear about wanting Nolan not to see her the first time. He wasn't sure how important that was, but testing fate like this was surely way out of line.

"Get a hold of yourself, man," Nolan muttered, pushing himself up off the floor. He rubbed his shoulder and winced in pain. If this didn't require a stiff drink, then nothing would.

Nolan went back inside and poured himself a glass of whiskey, a bottle he had way in the back of the pantry cupboard. He downed it in one gulp, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. He poured another and downed it, too, feeling the warmth spreading through his chest.

He glanced at his phone. No message from Grace. He wanted to text her, but he decided against it. Perhaps it was for the better that she didn't see the state of him. And especially if he was drinking. She would've had something to say about that, for sure.

He sighed and put his phone away. He couldn't do anything now. She wasn't coming home, that much was clear. She was with Nate, probably doing all sorts of naughty things. Nolan could only imagine. And that made him feel even worse.

Nolan sat down on the couch, nursing his whiskey, trying to distract himself from the thoughts swirling around in his head. Regret of making this leap, after seeing Grace slowly bob up and down, was starting to creep into his mind. A part of him wished he hadn't agreed to this. Maybe it would've been easier to just keep things the way they were.

But a part of him also knew that it was too late now. Grace was with Nate, and she wasn't coming home tonight. Nolan was alone, left to his own devices. And there was no going back. The only way was forward. He had to learn to deal with this. He had to accept what was happening and move on.

"Fuck," he muttered, taking another sip of his whiskey. It burned going down, but it helped take the edge off.

"OH, NATE! GOD! O-OH!" came an ecstatic cry from the other side. Nolan sat up in his seat, eyes wide. That was Grace. She sounded like she was cumming, and hard.

Nolan's cock instantly got rock hard again. Jealousy, insecurity, anger, and frustration mingled with curiosity and lust. God, he needed to see her. He needed to see her cum. He needed to see her get fucked by someone else. It was driving him crazy.

He took a deep gulp of his whiskey and tried to steady himself. And here he thought Grace was only going to blow him. Or perhaps he didn't think that was the end of it all, but now that he was staring the cold truth in the face, it felt almost cruel. Unfair, even.

Thinking of Grace on her back, his cock fought itself through the whiskey and anxiety, begging to be relieved. And so, Nolan's hand wandered into his pants, feeling his rock hard erection. He started to stroke himself, imagining what it would feel like to have Grace ride him like that. To have her moan and groan and cum while she rode him. To see her lose herself in pleasure while he was inside her.

But Nate was doing it. Most likely. Nolan didn't know, but why else would she have yelled out like that? Nolan's mind was filled with images of Grace, riding another man, and it made his blood boil. His jealousy and possessiveness were getting the better of him. Without thinking, he was already jerking off to his rage and his resentment of not being the one to do it.

It was like Nolan was having an out-of-body experience as he found himself stroking himself to the image of Grace getting fucked. He couldn't believe it, but there it was. And it felt good. So fucking good.

Nolan leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes, letting the sensations take over him. He imagined Grace moaning, her pussy tightening around Nate's cock as she came. He pictured her flushed face, her chest heaving, her nipples hard and erect. He could almost smell her sweet perfume, taste her soft lips.

"Oh, fuck," Nolan moaned, stroking himself faster, feeling his climax building. While Grace was cumming all over Nate's cock. That sent him over the edge, and he shuddered, cumming all over his shirt and hand. "Fffuuuck, Grace," Nolan grunted, feeling himself deflate after he shot the last ropes of cum onto himself.

*

During the night, Grace woke up to something prodding at her butt. She was so exhausted, all she could do was turn around slightly to give Nate a peck on his lips as he had spooned up behind her in their sleep. Grace still felt his one hand on her belly while the other was groping her right ass cheek. Grace turned to look at the digital clock by the bed. The numbers showed 4:58 a.m., and as much as Grace wanted to stay, she knew she needed to get back. And God, did she want to take another shower at home, get some clean underwear, sleep in her own bed…

"Don't," Nate protested sleepily, sensing her leaving his touch.

Grace looked at his silhouette, with the dawn creeping into the room, and just the glow from the streetlamps coming through his curtains.

"I have to," she said. "Please go back to sleep."

"Alright," he mumbled.

"Hey," she whispered, "I had fun last night."

"Okay," Nate muttered.

With a final kiss, she got dressed, freshened up as much as she could in his bathroom, and headed home. As she slipped into the apartment, which had its hall and living room in darkness, her phone light illuminated the hallway to her and Nolan's bedroom. Her heart was still beating in her chest from the insane events of the last 12 hours or so.

But as soon as she entered her and Nolan's bedroom, she noticed how empty it was. The lights were off, and there was no sign of her boyfriend. She turned on the light and saw the bed was made, untouched. There were no signs of Nolan anywhere.

"Nolan?" she called out. There was no reply.

She walked over to the living room, and that's when she saw him. Nolan was asleep on the couch, a blanket draped over him, a bottle of whiskey she didn't know they had nearly empty on the table. His head was resting on a pillow, and he looked peaceful. He was still fully clothed, his shirt wrinkled, his pants unbuttoned. He must've fallen asleep there last night, after getting drunk.

Grace sighed and shook her head. She couldn't believe she had been so selfish. Here she was, out all night with another man, and Nolan had been here, alone, worrying about her. Wondering where she was. What must he have gone through?

She walked over to him and sat down next to him on the couch. She stroked his hair gently, and he stirred in his sleep. She watched him, admiring his handsome face. He was always so calm, so composed. But now, he looked vulnerable. Lost. And it broke her heart to see him like this. This man, who had granted her so much, who had given her everything she ever wanted. He was hurting, and she was the cause of it. 

Even if it was what he wanted, she felt guilty. What they had done together, to please Nolan, had taken a toll on him. And it made her feel bad.

Grace leaned over and kissed Nolan's cheek gently, careful not to wake him up. She'd forgive him for drinking himself oblivious. Perhaps she had taken things too far last night, and perhaps they needed to find some way to alleviate the stress of Nolan's masochistic fantasies. She loved him, and she wanted to make him happy. But she also wanted to be there for him, to support him, to help him through this.

But she had also discovered something about herself that couldn't be ignored. That she didn't want to ignore, either. This was a box they had opened, and it could never be closed again. The genie was out of the bottle, and now they'd have to deal with the consequences. Grace knew she was strong enough to handle it. She just hoped Nolan would be too. This was definitely something she hoped to go further with, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she needed it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, stroking his cheek. She knew he couldn't hear her, but she needed to say it. "I love you."

She sat there for a while, watching him sleep, her mind wandering. Last night had been incredible. Grace had always been a more sexual person than most women, but it was like she had an awakening of sorts. She wanted more. She wanted to explore her sexuality more. And she wanted to do it with Nate.

Nate had been so good to her. So attentive. So kind. He had a huge cock, and he knew how to use it. He made her cum harder than she ever had before. And he was gentle when he needed to be. He was everything she needed last night, and she couldn't wait to do it again.

But she knew Nolan was hurting. And she hated that. He had given her so much, and she wanted to give him the world. But she wasn't sure she could. He wanted this, but it was so hard for him. She wished there was a way to make it easier for him. To make him feel better.

After a quick shower, Grace was most definitely ready for bed. She couldn't believe how much energy she had expended. Not just with Nate, but also with the excitement and anxiety of knowing Nolan was home, waiting for her. It was all so overwhelming. She had sort of hoped he'd be amped up, ready to blow her back out, but it was both very late, and Grace could only draw sympathy for the man.

She crawled into bed, feeling exhausted but satisfied. She lay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the cool sheets against her skin. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, slowly, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what would happen the next time she met Nate.

*

The day after, Grace woke up early. She was still tired, but she wanted to go out and get some fresh air. It was a beautiful day outside, and she felt like she needed to clear her head. She got dressed and went out on the balcony. The sun was shining, and the sky was blue. It was a perfect day.

Grace leaned against the railing, taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes and let the sun warm her face. This was what she needed. This was what she wanted. The feeling of being alive.

"Hey, beautiful," came a voice from behind her. A sexy, deep voice of the man whom she realized how much she loved. She turned around and smiled at Nolan.

"Hey, handsome," she said. She walked over to him and kissed him on the lips. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm good," she said. "Just taking a break from life. How are you?"

He shrugged. "I'm alright."

"You sure?" Grace asked. "I saw the bottle." Nolan winced, but didn't say anything.

"So it happened?" he asked instead.

"Yes," Grace answered. "It did."

"Tell me about it," he said. "Tell me everything."

Grace hesitated for a moment. She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him about it. It had been a pretty intense night, and she hadn't even processed it all herself yet. Plus, she wasn't sure how he'd feel hearing about it. She knew how jealous Nolan could be, and this was something new. Something totally new.

"Please," he said, pulling her closer. "I want to know."

"Sure you wanna know?" Grace asked, teasing the poor man, trying to play it off lightly.

"Yes," he said. "Did you enjoy it?"

One part of Grace wanted to tell him everything, but another part of her was still dealing with the guilt. One part of her even held some slight amount of animosity towards Nolan for having her go through with this instead of putting his foot down. And she felt like she wanted to make him squirm a little bit. But the rest of her just wanted to share it with him, to feel close to him again. She wanted to feel connected to him. To feel like they were in this together.

"You can wait until tonight," she teased. "When I come home. Or not. Whatever."

Nolan looked at her, then chuckled. "You're such a tease," he said.

"I know," she said. "That's why you love me."

"I do," he said, kissing her softly. "Now tell me about it."

Grace sighed and pulled away from him, facing the wall for a second. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to figure out what to say. How to explain it to him. How to make him understand. But she wasn't sure she understood it herself. Sex was so easy, but it also wasn't. Especially when you include other people. Grace was always worried about Nate being the uncertain factor, but now, she was the one that could hurt Nolan.

She wanted to tease Nolan, to fulfill his wishes, but it wasn't in her right now.

"Can I... at least get a day or two to process this? It is a lot, after all, you know," she said softly.

"Oh."

"Don't get me wrong," she added quickly, seeing the slight hurt expression. "It was great."

Grace noticed he swallowed.

"A lot happened, and I...I love you and want to be there for you, but I also have to wrap my head around it a little first. Like, I feel guilty about it because, well, I did something outside our relationship. We're not married, but I'm still bound to you. It's hard to wrap my head around what happened."

"But it happened, right?" Nolan asked.

Grace nodded, forcing herself to ignore his pushiness. "Yeah. Yeah, it did."

Nolan slumped down on a chair. "I can't believe this is real," Nolan muttered.

"It was real. Oh, it was very real," Grace said.

Nolan looked at her, and she could see the mixture of emotions in his eyes. He was excited, turned on, curious, nervous, jealous, and anxious. It was a lot for him, and she could see that. But he wanted this. As much as Grace wanted to comfort him, to hold him and tell him everything would be okay, she also needed him to know that this was real. This was happening. And it wasn't just going to go away. He needed to come to terms with that.

"I... I don't know what to say," Nolan said, shaking his head. "How do you feel?" Nolan asked.

Grace took a deep breath. She didn't want to be annoyed, but what she needed now was space, and Nolan being Nolan. It was perhaps unfair, and she felt for Nolan, but he had to understand her side of things, too. 

And how did she feel? She wasn't sure how to answer that. She felt good, but also guilty. She was excited, but also worried. She felt alive, but also tired. It was a lot of emotions, and she wasn't sure how to explain it.

"Like I said, I'm not sure how I feel," Grace said. "I'm still processing it all."

"What do you mean?" Nolan said, sounding a bit frustrated. He was so desperate for some news, and she couldn't blame him. She understood he needed to know what was going on. It was probably killing him.

"I mean that I'm not sure how I feel about it. It was intense, and I'm still trying to figure out what it all means," Grace said. She knew she was being vague, but she didn't know what else to say. "Please, you're not the only one who has been through all of this. I mean, when it happened, it was so... good. But now, seeing you like this, and how you got drunk last night trying to cope with it, I'm concerned."

"Concerned?" Nolan asked.

"Yes. Concerned," Grace said.

"Can't you just tell me a little bit then?" Nolan asked impatiently. "Anything? How was it? How was he?"

"Nolan, please. You're not even listening to what I'm saying. I need some time to think," Grace said, feeling exhausted from this back and forth. How could he only want to know what happened when he saw her struggle with the repercussions of it?

"You do? I thought this was what we agreed upon," Nolan said.

"It is. But I've barely slept, and it's all very fresh," Grace said. "What is this, some sort of interrogation? I'll tell you, but you need to give me space, Nolan."

Nolan didn't say anything right away. It was obvious to Grace that there was an unhealthy amount of pouting going on. She was annoyed, but she understood where he was coming from, and she tried to give him as much sympathy as she was able. He was scared, confused, and worried. And she could relate to that, truly. This was all new territory for them, and they were both trying to figure things out.

"So you're not going to talk about it then?" Nolan asked in a rather accusing tone.

"I am, just not now," Grace said. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Let it go for now, Nolan. We can talk about it later."

"Let it go? You want me to just let it go? After what you did last night? What you did to me last night? That's all you're going to say?" Nolan said, raising his voice.

"You're not going to blame me for this!" snapped Grace. Nolan immediately recoiled, realizing his poor wording. Grace knew he didn't mean it like that, but it stung. It really did. She felt so bad, and it made her feel worse. She felt so guilty already, and here was Nolan blaming her for it.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he said, looking down at the floor.

"No, you're not," Grace said. "What, am I some object now? Something you can just use for your fantasies and then blame me when you don't get what you want?"

Nolan winced at her words. He looked hurt and ashamed. He didn't say anything, just continued staring at the floor.

Grace shook her head. She didn't want to fight with him. She wanted to make things right. She wanted to be there for him, to support him, to help him through this. Maybe taking this leap into hotwifing, cuckolding, or whatever you'd call it was a mistake. But it was done. There was no room for regret now. Guilt was part of it, naturally, but they needed to work through this together, not against each other.

"But think it from my side of things," Nolan said.

"No, you think of it from mine! I find out my future-husband," Grace said. Nolan perched up at that, but she went on. "That he has this weird fantasy. I overreacted, fine. I indulge, even if it is with a person who, by the way, assaulted me. Okay, fine, I learn that Nate isn't so bad after all. In fact, he has more than once shown that he's more than a guy with a huge cock and a fucked up attitude. I agree to this and that, all so you can have this fantasy of yours. Do I pick up some interests of my own? Sure fine, but I thought that was the fucking point!"

Grace realized that she was quite agitated at this point. Where was this coming from? Exhaustion? Ignored tension built over time?

"So am I supposed to hate this then? You get to have me fuck my emotions up as long as you can jerk off to it?" she spat.

"Of course not!" Nolan said earnestly.

"So don't push me!" Grace yelled, storming off inside. She grabbed her keys and slammed the door hard on her way out, more pissed off than she had even been in a long time. She could hear Nolan calling out after her, but she didn't stop. She needed to get away from all of this.

*

Nolan rushed to the bottle of whiskey, almost as if to throttle it. He tore the cork open and threw the brown liquid down the sink, the burning alcohol and the fumes going up his nose. Then he tossed the bottle in the trash.

He sat down at the table and buried his face in his hands. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He needed to relax. He needed to clear his head.

He knew he had fucked up. He knew he had pushed too hard. Grace tried to talk to him and all he wanted was to hear the dirty bits. And now he had fucked up. For the first time in their relationship, Nolan was scared. Grace was everything to him. She was his world. He didn't know what he would do without her. And here he was, pushing her away.

Nolan grabbed his phone and called Mr. Calhoun, his boss, to call in sick the next few days. Having no idea how things went down yesterday, other than Nate getting a blow job, he didn't know the true danger of their situation. He had no clue what sort of turmoil would happen over the next couple of days, but he knew he couldn't focus on work. Not when things were like this.

And so, Nolan spent the day waiting for Grace to come home. He didn't know what to say or do. This was uncharted territory. One part he wanted to go buy her all the chocolate and spa vouchers, but he knew he couldn't brute force his way out of this with gifts. He knew he had to be patient and let Grace come to him on her own terms. But that was easier said than done. And if it came to it, he'd beg. Nolan wasn't one to bow down to anyone, but Grace was the only person in the world he could see himself doing it for.

Nolan spent the day cleaning the apartment, hoping to make Grace feel better when she got back. He made sure everything was spotless. He even took out the trash and did a load of laundry. Anything to keep himself busy while he waited for her.

He spent the afternoon sitting on the couch, staring at the door. He hadn't even given last night a thought. Or, he had, but Nolan was too worried that he'd lost Grace due to his own greed and stupidity. If she found it in her grace to be forgiving of his idiocy, he wouldn't even mention last night. If and when she brought it up, he'd be a good boyfriend and listen. If and when she'd want to talk about it, he'd listen.

He had completely lost sight of what this was about. Grace getting pleasured to the utmost, to have an affair so to speak, and to tease and flirt. For her to enjoy the ride. His pushiness has been a speed bump and a blockade of that. He knew that whatever Grace had done, she would have enjoyed it thoroughly. Why else would her guilt be so severe? It was just because Nolan was an idiot and had to know how to ruin everything.

When the hours passed, Grace still hadn't come home. It was starting to get dark out, and the sun was setting. If last night's paranoia was anything, this was definitely a new record. 

Nolan was almost losing hope when he heard a cheerful voice, a much more cheerful voice than he deserved, outside the door. Grace was bidding farewell with someone, Nate in all likelihood, which dug the knife deeper, and soon after, her keys entered the door to their apartment.

The door swung open, and there she was. His beautiful girlfriend. She looked tired, but happy. She smiled when she saw him.

*

Nate had heard everything. Or, not everything, but enough to know that there was plenty of drama going on. Grace was upset, Nolan sounded stressed. And Nate had a feeling that they were arguing about him. About what they had done together.

And what a night it had been. Not only had Nate enjoyed her mouth, he had fucked her good too. And she was amazing. So sexy, so responsive, so... everything. Nate had never met anyone like Grace. She was special. And he was determined to make her his.

Nate saw Grace leave, looking quite upset. He knew when she came back, he had to be ready for her. He needed to show her that he cared about her. But not to push. Nolan had been an idiot to push her. Nate would be understanding. Even if he wouldn't get to plow her tonight, he'd play the long game.

So, when Nate heard Grace return, he was ready. He was ready to be a shoulder for her tears.

When he saw her truck pull up in the parking lot below, Nate hurried down to the mail boxes, pretending to fetch the newspaper he got earlier, just so he could bump into Grace. And it worked.

"Hey," he greeted her.

She stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at him, and he could see the emotions in her eyes. She was sad, but also angry. And something else, too. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Oh, hey," she said, sounding surprised to see him. She looked around, as if making sure no one saw them together. "What are you doing here?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

Nate held up his newspaper. "I was getting my paper. You know, it's a newspaper thing," he joked.

"I mean, you always pick it up in the morning. And now you're here in the evening," Grace said. Nate had to say, Grace was no idiot. A half truth, then.

"I saw you leave upset, and when you pulled up again, honestly, I just had to check up on how you're doing. Did we make any mistakes last night?" Nate asked. Grace looked around again. There was no one there, but still, it was a very public place where anyone could see them. "Wanna talk it over at my place?"

"Maybe... but no funny business," Grace said. Nate nodded solemnly.

"Of course," Nate said, waving his hand for her to lead. That was a quick way to let her be in control.

Once inside, Nate sat down on his couch, motioning for Grace to do the same. She sat down next to him, but not too close. He could see the worry in her eyes.

"So what's up?" he asked.

Grace sighed. "It's Nolan," she said.

"What about him?" Nate asked.

"He... he's pushy about yesterday," Grace admitted. Of course, his girl got fucked by another guy, more or less on that idiot's orchestration. "And I'm a bit weird about it. Like, I know it's weird to talk to you about it, but there is literally nobody else. I'm, like, torn between very happy we got this experience, me and Nolan, and you of course, but there is guilt and... I don't know, Nolan got drunk again last night, and he doesn't really give me room to breathe and cope with all of this. God, I sound like such a silly girl, don't I?"

Nate smiled. He knew how to use this situation to his advantage. But only with a steady hand.

"Ah. You young folk," Nate chuckled in his most disarming way. "All those emotions, with what you guys are trying to explore, is nothing out of the ordinary. It's normal to feel guilty, or conflicted, or even a little lost."

"I know, but Nolan–"

"– Is afraid of losing you. He'll see that he fucked up and learn from it. This is what exploration is. Sometimes you make a turn you wish you had the roadmap for, but you don't," Nate said, more or less talking out of his ass. The mindset of a cuckold was something he would never understand, but whatever.

"I just wish he... wasn't so hellbent on the, the action of everything. Like, I get that is part of it, but shouldn't he be worried about how I feel? I mean, I'm not sure what I expected," Grace said.

"You want my advice?" Nate asked. Dump Nolan, honestly, but that would only add to the mental trauma. "This is supposed to be about you, right? Teasing, flirting, get the biggest dick you've had," he said, letting that linger. "Make it even more about you. And not in a narcissistic way, but the point of this is for you to explore what you crave and what you need, and get it. That's what Nolan wants, I'm sure. So go back to Nolan, forgive him, and he'll be at your feet forever."

"That sounds kind of manipulative," Grace said. There wasn't anger in her voice, but there was something warning about how she talked.

"It doesn't have to be. He'll understand that you have needs. Emotional needs. Hell, that's why a lot have reclaim-sex after they're wife have scored, I hear," Nate said. "I'm betting you haven't, erh, reconnected with him since last night?" Meaning, Nate was, for the time being, her only lover.

"I guess," Grace muttered. "I'm not sure what any of this means for our future, though. Me and you."

"We'll grab a small break, however long you guys need to figure this out, then we can talk," Nate said. "But my suggestion is a repeat of what has already happened. Another four weeks of teasing and flirting with one visitation a week, and no touching. On my part, that is."

"I think that makes sense," Grace said. She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly on the cheek. "You're not so bad, you know."

"I'm glad you think so," he said. "And you're not so bad either."

Grace smiled. "Thanks for the advice," she said. "I think I needed that."

"Anytime," Nate said. "And if you wanna up the ante, I have some ideas. But we'll save that for whenever."

"Ideas?" Grace asked.

Nate grinned. "Well, I was thinking it would tease the shit out Nolan if you and I started texting. It can be innocent stuff, but it could also not be."

Grace chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds like fun," she said. "I'll think about it."

"Good," Nate said. "Now go home and work things out with Nolan."

Grace nodded. "Thanks again," she said. "I'll see you later."

Nate watched her walk out of his apartment. He couldn't help but smile. While he didn't get in her pants, him saving the day and consoling her felt like a win. Plus, she was still on board for more. He had her right where he wanted her.

*

Grace walked back to her apartment, feeling much better. She knew that she had overreacted and that she needed to talk to Nolan. She needed to tell him how she felt. She needed to make him understand that this was all new to her, and that she needed some space and time to figure things out.

She took a deep breath and opened the door to their apartment. She found Nolan sitting on the couch, waiting for her. He looked up at her, and she could see the worry in his eyes.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," Grace said. She closed the door behind her and sat down next to him on the couch.

"Listen, Grace," Nolan began, but Grace held up her hand, stopping him.

"No, let me talk," she said.

Nolan nodded and closed his mouth.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," Grace said. "I was stressed and tired. And I know this is hard for you, too."

"I'm sorry for pushing you," Nolan said. "I just wanted to know what happened, and I got carried away. I'm sorry, Grace. I love you."

Grace smiled. "I love you, too," she said. The weight on Nolan's shoulders seemed to lift. "But you need to understand that this is all new to me. I'm not sure how I feel about any of it, and I need time to figure it out. I need you to give me space and let me do this in my own time. Can you do that?"

Nolan nodded. "Of course," he said. "Whatever you need."

"This was your fetish, and now it has sort of become mine, so we're in it together. I'll tell you all about yesterday," she said. Nolan perched up. "But I have to punish you a bit."

"Oh?" Nolan said.

"Yes," Grace said. "I need to teach you a lesson."

"Okay," Nolan said.

Grace smiled and stood up. She walked over to him and leaned down, kissing him on the lips. She could feel him melting into her touch. She pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"But I want to hear you say what you like about me being with other men," Grace said, putting some extra gusto behind it, hoping it'd pay off and tease Nolan.

"Well... you being pleasured, the thrill of the taboo," Nolan said, listing off things.

"I know," Grace said. "But specifically. Like, what are the things you like the most about it?"

Nolan looked at her, his eyes dark and full of lust. "I like that you're not just teasing, but that you're doing it," Nolan said. "Knowing that you're, eh, teasing and potentially hooking up with someone else makes me crazy. I love that you might having sex with other men."

Grace smiled. "Good," she said. "And I love that you love it. Because I like making you a cuckold. I like knowing that I have that power over you."

Nolan groaned. Grace knew she had him where she wanted him. He was completely under her control.

"That's not fair," he said.

"I know," Grace said. "That's the point. You have to learn your lesson."

Nolan nodded. Grace smiled and stepped up close to him, running her hand along his chest. "I'll tell you all about yesterday," she whispered in his ear. "But you have to be patient. I love you, and I want to do this with you. No other man would let his girl explore her sexuality like this, and I'm so fucking grateful, but I don't want a guilt trip from you. I want to enjoy this. Can you understand that?"

"I can," Nolan said. "I'm sorry."

"Good," Grace said. She kissed him again, letting her tongue explore his mouth. He moaned into the kiss, and she could feel him harden beneath her. "Now, you have some work to do," she said, stepping up on the couch, towering above him.

"Work?" he asked.

"Yes, work," she said. "You pushed me too much about yesterday. So now you have to earn my forgiveness."

"And how do I do that?" Nolan asked.

Grace smirked. She reached down and unbuttoned her pants, pushing them down her legs along with her panties. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Nolan's eyes were glued to her pussy as she slowly opened ran her hand through his hair, getting a grip of his dark hair.

"You're going to eat me out," she said. "And you're going to make me cum. And then, maybe, I'll tell you what happened last night. Maybe."

Nolan groaned. "Fuck," he muttered.

"Do we have a deal?" Grace asked.

"Yes," Nolan said.

"Good," Grace said. She sat down on his face, pressing her pussy against his mouth. He wasted no time in getting to work, licking and sucking on her clit. Grace moaned as he began to tease her pussy, slipping his tongue inside her. "Oh, God," she moaned. "That's good."

Nolan worked her pussy like a man possessed. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing it as he licked her. He knew just how to take care of her. He knew what made her tick. And he did. In no time, Grace could feel her orgasm building.

She could barely contain herself; the pleasure was almost too intense. She cried out as she came, her juices gushing down her leg as she came all over his face. Her legs trembled, and her vision blurred as she orgasmed.

As her breathing slowed, Grace took a deep breath and smiled. She hadn't meant for it to happen that quick, but Nolan had done his job. She also hadn't really thought they'd have sex so soon after, but Nate was right. They needed to rekindle and reconnect.

"So, I want us to have a chat about why I felt so guilty," Grace said. "Sorry for ambushing you like that, but I had to... have you."

"Anytime," Nolan grunted as Grace climbed down from his face.

"Part of it stems from when we started this, I think you put too many limitations. Like, not me having an orgasm? I know those were safeguards, but not only were we losing sight a bit, but what was I supposed to do? And perhaps that nagged on my subconsciousness. And like I said before, the best sex I've had, was with you. But last night, Nate took that away."

Nolan furrowed his brow.

"So, yeah, as weird as it sounds, that hurt, a lot," Grace went on. She could see the realization in his eyes as Nolan understood the weight of what they had been doing.

"I didn't even think about that," Nolan said softly.

"I want the best sex to be with the one I love and trust the most...and that's you, honey," she went on. Nolan was completely dumbstruck by her revelation. "But when Nate and I hooked up last night, I guess part of me worried you'd resent me for that. I resent myself for it, honestly. So many say 'it's just sex' but last night I learned that is not the case at all. And perhaps it was too soon, but... well, not much to do about that."

Grace paused a bit. Nolan looked up at her, a question nagging on him but too afraid to say it. Grace gave him the nod.

"So... you guys did, in fact, have sex?" he asked meekly.

"Mm-hm," she affirmed. Grace smiled. "Not because I wanted to make you a cuckold, but because I wanted to fuck Nate. And I wanted Nate to fuck me. I have desires and goals in this too, you know, not just you getting your rocks off."

Nolan winced slightly at the bluntness.

"How do you feel about that?" Grace asked, running a hand along his cheek.

Nolan took a deep breath. "I feel... I don't know," he said. "I mean, I knew that was a possibility, but it's different hearing it. I'm happy you had fun, but I'm also sad that I wasn't there. I also feel bad for you that you felt like I was a bit overbearing. That wasn't my intention. I'll be better at tending to your needs in this too. You're my rock, but perhaps I need to be one too."

"You're doing good so far," she smiled. "So you'll open to continue this journey?"

"This time it's me who needs space," Nolan said with a small chuckle. "I guess, but... it's a bit soon yet to take a stance on that one. I don't even feel like I'm completely out of the dog house yet."

"I don't think you're in the dog house," Grace said. "But I get your point. How about we table this for now? We have time. We're both young and beautiful."

Nolan nodded. "That sounds good."

Grace smiled and kissed him softly. She knew this was a new chapter in their lives, and it would take some work to navigate. But she also knew that they could do it.