Author's note: This story is Part 4 of my first serialized work. Read the earlier parts if you haven't already. The concept behind this story, including generalized characters/names and premise, was suggested by Literotica user Rav09. The story's development and specifics are my own.
This story will contain themes of cuckolding, voyeurism, reluctance/seduction, and interracial connections. You've been warned.
And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.
Something was wrong.
That was my first thought when I awoke the next morning, even before I had regained my full consciousness. For a moment, I was confused. Everything seemed to be okay. The apartment was quiet. Amanda was sleeping peacefully next to me, her gentle breath barely audible. Even as she slept, I felt a burst of affection towards her.
It was at that moment all my memories came crashing back. Dante living with us. Amanda's not-quite-hidden attraction to him. My convoluted plan for Dante to seduce Amanda on my behalf. The plan backfiring; Dante sleeping with Amanda--my fiancé and love of my life--even before I had. Then Dante's strangely open confession... and persuasiveness that his successful seduction was a good thing. Persuasiveness that somehow had me agreeing that Dante might be right.
I flipped onto my back and stared at the ceiling. What had I gotten myself into? I loved Amanda so much, but would we ever be the same? Could she really have slept with our roommate without loving me less? Sure, in the video I'd captured of her escapade with Dante, Amanda emphasized her love for me... but what if she didn't mean it? Or what if she changed her mind later? I didn't know what I'd do without Amanda. All my life plans included her. I was less bothered by her giving into Dante's advances than I was afraid of what it meant for our own future. Especially because it was my actions that propelled her into Dante's grasp in the first place.
I sighed.
I was a coward. I still hadn't said anything to Amanda about what I knew. A part of me was desperate for reassurance that we'd be okay, but I couldn't find the words to begin. I pictured how it might play out:
'Hey, Amanda, my soon-to-be-wife... I know you slept with our roommate. I'm actually mostly okay with it, but I need you to tell me that you're not going to leave me. Oh, and I'd like to sleep with you myself too, if that's okay. That's why I left you alone with Dante in the first place.'
Amanda and I had discussed hard topics before, but this was unprecedented. I didn't want to make the situation worse by talking about it and saying the wrong thing. And so, I decided to put it off until later. I'd been too overwhelmed and exhausted for anything that night, anyway. I was a mess inside, but I did my best to pretend everything was normal.
For her part, Amanda didn't seem different at all. I was surprised how well she hid her indiscretion, considering how unable she'd been to hide her attraction to Dante to begin with. But my fiancé acted like her usual loving self. The only time she commented about that evening was to say she'd been worried about me after I didn't return from the store quickly.
As I lay in bed, swimming in my thoughts, I decided to delay saying anything to Amanda a bit longer. I needed to see how she was that morning first. And how she was around Dante. Hell, I still hadn't decided how I felt about Dante. One thing at a time.
It was Sunday, so Amanda and I were both off. I didn't know Dante's schedule, but he usually had a few massages lined up on the weekends. I hoped that Amanda and I would have a few hours alone together--time to check our dynamic without Dante's interference.
I looked over at Amanda one last time--reminding myself how lucky I was to have her--and then I forced myself out of bed.
The morning was uneventful. Amanda rose shortly after me, and we spent a lazy Sunday morning together, like we often did. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary... other than Dante staying shut up inside his room. Lately he'd been more social with Amanda and me, so it was unusual that he didn't join us as the morning hours progressed. I almost began to wonder if he'd somehow left the apartment without me noticing, but around noon, Dante finally emerged.
"Morning you two," he said, sauntering over to the sink for some water.
"Morning," Amanda and I responded in unison. I glanced at Amanda, hoping for a clue about her feelings towards Dante the morning-after. Unfortunately, her expression gave nothing away... although she did place one of her hands affectionally on my shoulder. Just a coincidence or was she signaling her attachment to me?
"Hope you slept well. I'm on my way out--got a few clients lined up--so you lovebirds will have the apartment to yourselves in just a minute. If you're smart, you'll take advantage," Dante winked at us.
Amanda blushed. "Dan and I are just relaxing," she said, embarrassed by Dante's insinuation. I had to wonder, though, if her bashfulness was exaggerated for my benefit.
"Of course you are," Dante shrugged. He grabbed his keys and glided to the front door. "Just make sure you clean up any messes you might make while you're 'relaxing'. I'm your roommate, not your maid, after all."
Amanda was speechless as Dante exited.
"Someone was feeling bold this morning," I said, breaking the silence.
"Yes, that was a bit much," Amanda shook her head and sighed. "I like Dante, don't get me wrong... but it's not appropriate for him to be saying that kind of stuff to us. It's no business of his what we do in our private time. Would you mind saying something to him? He listened to you last time, when you asked him to keep his shirt on in the apartment."
I flashed back to that first charged encounter between Amanda and Dante--Dante's open torso flustering Amanda enough to come to me about it.
"Yeah, I'll say something to him," I agreed. I hesitated, then ventured a probing comment. "Just so you know, if Dante ever makes you too uncomfortable, we don't have to renew his sublet. We can find another way to afford our rent."
Amanda's expression faltered for just a moment, and I could see the struggle on her face before she recovered. "No, Dante hasn't made me too uncomfortable. I just don't want it to get to that point, you know? But it means a lot that you'll have my back if Dante does cross a line. I know we don't have a clear alternative for money."
I tried not to smile. Hearing Amanda say she'd be fine ditching Dante was a massive relief. I felt like I could breathe again.
"Well, let's hope I can get him to behave, and we won't have to worry about it," I said pulling Amanda into a hug. "I love you."
