She’s Taking You Up on the Offer

You always told her she could. You teased it. Fantasized about it. Whispered it in her ear when you were both horny. You said she could fuck other guys if she wanted. You even told her you wanted it. That you liked the idea.

And now she’s going to take you up on it.

Tonight.

There’s no more pretending it’s just talk. No more keeping it hypothetical. She’s not giggling or acting shy about it anymore. She’s making plans. She’s getting ready. And you’re the one sitting there, hard as a rock, half-terrified, half turned-on out of your mind.

She’s in the bedroom right now picking out what she’ll wear. Maybe something short, something tight, something that says fuck me. She wants to make sure she looks good for him. Not for you. For the guy who’s going to be inside her tonight.

And you? You’re invited to watch her get ready. Or maybe she’s told you to wait outside while she does her makeup. She doesn’t need your input. She knows exactly what she’s going for. She wants him to see her and know she’s DTF. She wants him to know she’s a taken woman who is still going to let him fuck her.

You think about telling her to stop. That you changed your mind. But you won’t. Because you know this is what you really want. Even if it’s complicated. Even if it hurts a little. Even if it’s going to break you in half when you think about it later.

She’s going to let you see that she’s not just yours.

Maybe she comes out of the bedroom in a slutty dress, adjusting her hair, giving you a look. The look that says she knows exactly what she’s about to do. Maybe she asks if you like it. Maybe she doesn’t even bother. She knows you’ll like it no matter what, because the hotter she is, the more you’ll hate yourself for wanting her to go through with it.

She might tease you a little. “Still okay with it?” she asks. Voice playful. A little mocking. She knows you’ll say yes. Even if your mouth dries out. Even if your heart pounds. Even if your cock is already leaking at the thought.

Because you offered. You begged for this in your own way. And she remembered.

And tonight, she’s going to hold you to it.

Maybe she’s texting him while she’s next to you on the couch. Smiling at her phone. Maybe she’s telling him when to come over, or what hotel she picked. You see the way her eyes light up. She’s excited. Wet already. This is real now.

You feel sick and horny at the same time.

When he arrives, you might not even get to meet him. She might wave you off and say “don’t wait up.” Or she might make you say hello to him. Shake his hand. Try not to look at the big smirk on his face as he sizes you up. He knows. She told him. He knows you gave her permission to cheat.

She’ll stand there next to him, leaning in close, acting like you’re not even there. Her hand on his arm. Maybe she gives you that look again. A mix of amusement and pity. She knows you’re dying inside. Knows you’re already imagining them together.

And then she’ll leave with him. Or she’ll tell you to go to the other room while they do it here.

You’ll wait.

You’ll imagine everything. His cock spreading her open. Her breathy moans. The wet slap of skin on skin. Her begging him to cum inside her.

You’ll wonder if she’s going to let him finish in her raw. If she’s going to make you clean it up later. If she’ll tell you how good he was. How he made her cum harder than you ever did.

And the truth?

You want her to.

You want her to go through with it. To fuck another man. To really do it. Because that’s the fantasy that’s been living in your head for so long. You don’t want her to be your “good girl” anymore. You want her to be a slut. His slut. Anyone’s slut.

And she knows it. That’s why she’s taking you up on the offer.

Not because she wants to hurt you (though she might enjoy that part too). But because she knows you’ll be harder for her after. More devoted. More desperate. Because this is what you both need.

She’s going to show you she has choices. That she can have other cocks whenever she wants. That she doesn’t need to stay faithful just because you hoped she would. She’s going to prove you’re not in charge. That your job is to accept it.

Maybe she’ll come home messy. Maybe she’ll be glowing. Maybe she’ll crawl onto your lap afterward, still dripping with his cum, and kiss you like nothing happened. Or maybe she’ll make you kneel and clean her, telling you how much better he was.

You’ll say you love her anyway. You’ll say you’re glad she had a good time. You’ll pretend you’re strong. But you’ll be so fucking hard you can’t hide it.

Because you love her. You want her happy. And you want her ruined for you.

She’s taking you up on the offer. She’s going to fuck him tonight.

And you’re going to let her.

You’re going to want her to.

Because you can’t imagine her any other way now.