When I awoke, I felt refreshed, both physically and mentally, and I felt awakened, both literally and figuratively. The events that had preceded the past couple weeks had been confusing to me. I thought that I should have been infuriated at what Chris proposed. I thought I should have been equally infuriated that Courtney went along with it. I was telling myself that I should react this or that way. But deep down there was something inside of me that allowed it to happen; for I cannot truly say that there was no other alternative. At least, I did not think of anything we could do the first night because it had happened so fast and I had all these emotions running through my head.
But after that night, leading up to the second time Chris stopped over for his "visit," there were ways that I, and surely Courtney as well, could have thought up to have gotten us out of our debt with Chris. The money that we had been saving for our wedding in June could have been tapped into. We could have asked one of our parents for a personal loan; surely they would have understood and generously helped us. And I'm pretty sure what Chris was doing was pretty damn illegal, and with an elaborate plan we could have set him up. But I did not see those options. Rather, I chose not to see those options, whether consciously or subconsciously I know not.
And as I lay in bed with this realization, it started to make sense why I did not take any number of routes to pay off the debt or record Chris' devious extortion and callous debaucheries. It started to make sense why I got painfully hard both times I saw my girlfriend giving him head. Courtney was so naturally beautiful and sexy, and I loved watching her. Watching her dress, watching her shower, watching her swim, giggle, jog, do yoga, etc. It would make sense that I'd find it alluring also watching her get naughty, especially in a scenario so forbidden. I recall back in the summer when we went on vacation and were staying at a hotel, the room had a big mirror near the bed, and I watched us through the mirror the whole time having sex and remember what a rush that was, to see my sexy fiancée from a different perspective. As I watched her naked and on her knees for Chris, I again got to see this sexy blonde from that perspective, and something very perverse, very voyeuristic in me was awakened. Was I truly looking for a way out of the situation with Chris? Obviously not. The next question was, was Courtney?
Did she too see the many ways we could have gotten either enough money to pay Chris, or recorded him blackmailing us? Or did she really think this was the only way? Perhaps she was so enthusiastic about finally receiving the opportunity to help out, albeit in a scandalous way, that she was blinded from seeing our options out. Or perhaps, something very perverse was awakened in her as well? There was no mistaking the way she looked at how big Chris' cock was. Hell even I had to give it a double-take. But the way she looked at it wasn't just in astonishment, there was also a hint of admiration, of adulation. The way she moaned sounded genuine. The naughty things she's said sounded very believable, like when she begged for his cum that second night. And there is no way to fake just how wet she was that night...
I had come to terms with our situation with Chris. A part previously hidden deep inside me showed its face, and it was revealed that there was something unexplainably erotic about watching my fiancée, the woman I love, with another man; our older overweight landlord, at that. But therein lay my conundrum: Courtney was my fiancée. My soon-to-be wife, and the love of my life. And yet I enjoyed watching her with another guy. It felt like my body was betraying me. It felt like I should be upset, but couldn't. Strangely enough, I attributed my acceptance and newfound embracement of this to the closeness of our relationship. I did not consider what Courtney did as cheated, for she did it with my knowledge and consent. I trusted her with my life, and she would never go behind my back or hurt me. Because of our closeness and strength of our relationship, it made it possible for me to be turned on by the situation. Courtney was not some slut; I am the first and only person she has ever had sex with, which pales in comparison to most other girls around her age. She has only given oral to me and now Chris. She is a sweet angel, not some whore, which seemingly contradictorily made it all the more appealing.
But what would Courtney think if she knew I felt this way? She had of course seen me hard on both occasions, and had given me oral to (my quick) completion while giving Chris oral. Would she think less of me? We had had some great sex that whole week after Chris visited us the first time. So Courtney must have enjoyed some part of it too. We needed to have another talk.
As I lay in bed contemplating my feelings and how to address them, I thought more about how Courtney might be on the same page as me. I thought about how she was stroking Chris while sucking me, and would alternate between us. I thought about how she made me cum all over her face, and then went straight to sucking Chris' big cock until he too came all over her face in copious amounts. I thought about how Chris revealed just how wet she was. I thought about the likelihood of him stopping by and using her mouth all this week. By this point I had rolled the covers down and had begun stroking my hard cock, filling my head with these forbidden fantasies.
Just then the bedroom door opened. Court came in carrying a plate of English muffins and scrambled eggs, our typical Saturday and Sunday morning breakfast.
"Goodmorni-" she began, then stopped at seeing me stroking my cock. "Oh! A little excited this morning I see!" she teased, then came and lay in the bed with me. "What's gotten you so worked up?"
"Just thinking of you," I told her as I moved my hand up and down her thigh.
"Mmm what about me?" she said while removing her shirt and her shorts, getting naked as she had no bra or panties underneath. She lay back down next to me and I resumed rubbing her thigh.
"About how sexy you are...and about last night..."
There was a split second pause, as if she was processing that last sentence and calculating the outcomes of how she responded.
"Oh," she said lowly, and I started to question if maybe I shouldn't have said that last part. But then she reached over and started slowly stroking my cock. "What about last night?" she probed.
"About you giving me head until I came all over your face..."
"Mmmmm," she moaned while I continued.
"...and then Chris cumming all over your face." There. I put it out there. I felt vulnerable, exposed. How she reacted would tell me everything; if she found me disturbed, or if she was thinking the same thing as me. She stopped stroking my cock, and I thought that I just ruined everything and it was about to be real awkward. But it was only a momentary halt. She resumed stroking my cock.
"Did you think that was hot, baby?" Court asked me.
"Yeah, your face was covered in cum."
"Mmmm I know it was. I loved it," she admitted. This was like a breakthrough for us. The tension had disappeared and we could now freely talk about this dark secret we had. I moved my head back and moaned and she continued.
"There was so much cum, and Chris made me swallow it all."
"You love cum, don't you?" I asked her.
