Well here we are, my friends. At the beginning of the last chapter for Troy and Molly. How gay is Troy willing to become for Molly? How much of a cuckold is he willing to be? And what's his secret? I hope you enjoy!
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Three weeks passed before Molly's next tryst with another man, followed by another three weeks without one. Alex had remained out of the picture since their Saturday together. They met with Karen and Nelson several times, but nothing happened. In fact, nothing was said. Molly still dotted their personal conversations with words like "cumslut," "cocksucker," or the politically incorrect word, "fag," but those words felt more like outrageous terms of endearment than statements of fact.
After making love to Molly, Troy didn't go down on her. They fucked. She came, he came, and afterwards he cuddled with her, cooing congratulatory and affectionate little nothings with her about how good it had felt, how special she was, and how the world felt so good after sex. She never suggested he wasn't done yet or had missed a highlight of their lovemaking for her or him. Troy felt the urgency to share his final secret slipping away as life with Molly became comfortable and lazy. For the rest of that week, he didn't go down on her after fucking. She never mentioned the change.
He had been here before in other relationships. There was plenty to like, nothing to hate, and life was as easy as it was predictable and it had grown very predictable. Monday and Thursday nights were Happy Hour after work nights, followed by a visit to her apartment. Wednesday nights he cooked for the two of them. Friday nights were a grab bag, but spent together. Saturdays were spent with friends and Sundays were reserved for football. If they missed a night here or there, it wasn't a big deal. Little things popped up from a bachelorette party for her or a night out with "the guys" for him. Molly never had to work late at her job, but sometimes Troy did and would miss a Happy Hour. There was a broken leg scare with one of Molly's cats that turned out to be nothing. An unexpected car repair left Troy without a car for a day and a night.
Wednesday night, after he cooked for her, they watched a movie, made out on the couch and finished in his bedroom. Once again, Troy went down on her before they made love, but not afterwards. Finishing after a single orgasm for him, Troy pulled on his jeans while Molly was in the bathroom. He knew why; he wasn't sated and didn't want her to see. He waited for her in the living room. "That's a different look for you," she said, giving the loose fitting waistband of his jeans a tug before picking up her purse.
"Yeah, new neighbors," Troy said, walking her to the door. He was sure it was a lie, but since he had never met his neighbors, it could be true, too. After kissing her good-night and chasing down a few leftover dishes, he finished his night watching porn and jerking off. The biggest change in his life were his "go-to" fantasies. If he watched a movie of a woman masturbating, he imagined she was watching him sucking dick, egging him on and encouraging him to be so wrong. Real men didn't suck dick, but he did. He played gay porn on his laptop. Gay porn never graduated to his big screen TV, it felt too wrong, too nasty; but seeing it on the smaller screen of his laptop reminded him of what he had discovered with Molly. He liked the feel of a hard cock between his lips and the taste of cum on his lips.
Shutting down his entertainment center and laptop, he was brushing his teeth when his phone chirped with a text message from Molly. "You still awake?" He jabbed the call button. She answered before he heard it ring. "Hey baby, whatcha doing?"
"Brushing my teeth. What I was doing is probably more interesting."
"Did you jerk-off?"
"Yeah, I did," he said, putting the phone on mute while he rinsed and spat. "Problem?"
She was quiet long enough that he checked to make sure he hadn't left the phone on mute. "No," she said at last. "Just feels funny that you would do that so soon after we had sex. We could have done it again."
"I know, but you needed to get home to the cats." He didn't resent her leaving. Spending the night meant an earlier wake-up call. It wasn't worth the sacrifice.
"They would have waited."
"It's all good," he assured her, sitting in the living room while they chatted.
"Did I miss a good fantasy?"
"Just watched some porn and took care of myself." Omitting the details of his fantasy felt like less of a lie than telling her he had been thinking about her as he jerked off. "Any reason why it's been so long since we played?"
"Miss it?" Molly asked.
Troy bit back a sigh. What the hell kind of question was that? If he didn't miss it, why would he ask about it? "Just curious," he said, quickly followed by, "Are we going to do Happy Hour tomorrow after work?"
"You still want to, right?"
"I do. Beats cooking. I like their buffet."
It was an unexpected call, a throwback to a time after they first became intimate when he or she would call as soon as they reached the car and they would talk until the other reached home. Those phone calls were rambling conversations, fueled by nothing more than the desire to stay in the moment. This phone call had all the small talk and none of the magic of those earlier ones. As he listened to the last cat antics in her house, being reported in real time, he realized it was easier to live without their extra play than it was to live without knowing why she had pulled away. What had changed?
Troy waited until her cat story was over. "You know, you never answered my question."
After sighing, Molly was quiet for a long time. Troy waited, worrying. "I was a real slut in college," she said. "You know how small my town was." He did, two traffic lights and only one of them worked. "I didn't want a reputation, so I waited until I got to State to get my freak on." She laughed. She talked about the night her and Karen made up a sexual bucket list. From sex with one night stand pick-up to sex in unusual (mostly public) places. "And I liked doing those things. A lot. I was a real slut."
"Okay, but what does that have to do with us?"
"I liked being a slut," she said, telling the story of her first gangbang.
"So what's wrong with being a slut if I still want you?"
"Turning you into one," she said. "It's so tempting to feed you cock, but I don't want you to do it for me. I want you to do it for you. I know what it's like to live as a slut. But is that what you want to be, too?"
"Yes!" Troy said, answering as quickly as he could and confused when there was another long pause on her end of the phone.
"What if we try and it's too much? There's no going back."
"What if we don't try and screw this up?" he asked.
