Mag-log inChloeRyan saying I could stay with him was my clearest moment of happiness in weeks. Fussing over the details of food and meeting places felt like a familiar landmark in a foreign city. I stretched out in my seat, thrust my hands out of my sleeves and ran them through my hair. The woman next to me and several people who had been standing in the aisle had left the train in Newcastle and the carriage was quieter now. I stood-up and went back to the luggage rack to get my book and make-up bag from my suitcase. I wanted to tidy myself up and relax a little. My hair was roughed up from my hoodie and resting against the window. Worse, I could see in my reflection that my make-up was stained with tears.After making myself presentable, the journey passed quickly as I read. No one came to sit next to me and I was able to spread out a little. As we left York and started on the final leg to Leeds, I checked our messages to confirm that I had given him the right time. Scrolling back, I re-read
RyanMore than three hours had passed since Maya and Jess had messaged me. Concentrating on my work had been difficult as an unsettling mix of confusion, arousal and irritation kept intruding on my thoughts. I had written and rewritten the same introductory paragraph twenty times, moved on to other sections, returned to it, rewritten it again, made further edits, and it still felt lumpen and vague. Banging the desk in frustration, I grabbed my phone and sent a short response to both, telling Maya that I would call her later today and going along with Jess's fickle apathy.It didn't work, of course. Instead, of clearing my head, I started to glance continually at my phone, waiting for a response. I still couldn't square Maya's explanation with the sharply analytical person I thought I had met. Nor could I escape the realisation that, even if Jess hadn't sounded so apathetic about the night before, it wouldn't have helped. If she had said it was an amazing experience and that she was de
ChloeI woke up late the next day. Memories of the night before flowed into my mind and, as my phone vibrated on the bedside table, they crystallised into the image of Ryan, naked and hard, telling me what to do to myself as he watched from the foot of my bed. The picture faded though when I saw the message. It was from my dad. He wanted to know whether I had come up with a plan. I sent back a vague reply saying I was still working on it and would call later. Then I lifted myself from the bed and shuffled to the bathroom.By the time I sat in the hotel's restaurant, with cheap toast and weak coffee, my uncertain future had crowded my thoughts again. I texted Ryan before I got into the shower but he hadn't replied. That, in combination with my surroundings, wilted all fantasy.Across the restaurant, a couple with a toddler were trying to feed him some bacon. A woman in a business suit, only slightly older than me, jabbed at her phone while chewing a bagel. At the table to my left, a wa
ChloeRyan's answer was not what I expected, but it did send a sharp thrill through me. He had only seemed interested in Zoe and Ruby that night. That he remembered my role surprised me. That he had fantasised about me in the taxi and hadn't just been embarrassed about finding Zoe and Ruby sexy -- that caused me to pull aside my underwear and touch myself directly for the first time. I moved up and down over my nub with two fingers, shivers rolling through my body. My phone interrupted me again.Ryan said, "Sorry, that was a weird digression. While looking at your picture, I was letting my hand wander a little.""Be more specific.""My hand was on my cock, rubbing it slowly, trying not to go too fast."My breath caught and I released my underwear and moved my hand inside them, immediately slipping two fingers between my lips and feeling the heat inside. I drew them out, dragging the moisture over my clit, starting to move in circles around it, parting my legs further as I dipped back
RyanBy the time Jess asked for a second selfie, I had reread her story twice and each time left me more turned on. I don't know why I said dare. I think I still thought she would eventually back off and tone down the conversation. I hoped that a dare would limit her options for doing so and allow us to keep going.Her request was frustratingly ambiguous though. I knew she definitely wanted to see the results of two years in the gym, but I had no idea what exactly she was after and how much she wanted to see. A big part of me assumed that she would be happy with a shot of my arm muscles, but to do that properly I would have to get out of bed. Other smaller parts of me, the parts that were still imagining coming across her in a park, with her hand beneath her summer dress, those parts of me wanted to send something more.I pulled back the covers and held my phone above my torso, tensing my sJackach muscles and shoulders. The result wasn't bad as the gym had toned me up and the shadows
RyanI had planned to laugh off Jess's attempts to get me to share. Maya's rejection still hurt and I didn't feel that flirtatious. Yet, the thought of Jess being caught having sex nagged at me. More precisely, the thought of Jess having sex nagged at me.I had never seen more of her than her clothing allowed, but she had always been attractive. Unbidden, the image came into my mind of seeing Jess from behind with her hair flowing down her back. She was naked and knelt over someone and, just as she positioned them to enter her, she turned and looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't shift that thought and when she moved from bargaining to punishment, I was already committed.However, her dare caught me off-guard. I had expected her to ask me to do something embarrassing. Going out into the street half-naked or something. A simple selfie felt stranger and more challenging as I didn't feel comfortable sending Jess a picture of myself in bed, half-dressed.After a few attempts, I sent a
"Hey, darling. Bryan and I will be home soon," the text from my husband read. I peered at my phone, wondering if the lady doing my nails could see the guilty expression on my face, then chided myself for feeling guilty. It's not like I was having an affair. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Damian ha
I heard the sound of a car engine go off just as I slid Damian his plate of pancakes for breakfast. After the events of the night before, it was almost like we didn't know how to act around each other. Damian retreated into our bedroom immediately Bryan left, and I was left still sitting at the di
I heard the front door open just as I put the finishing touches to dinner. "Darling," my husband called, "I'm home. Guess who's joining us for dinner today?"I hastily wiped my hands on a towel and hurried to the door. I was all smiles as I greeted my husband and his best friend, Bryan, after givi
I gasped. "That was...""Amazing," Damian agreed.He settled down beside me, leisurely running his fingers over my skin as he spooned me. My thong was drenched now and I found myself wishing one of them would take it off. Bryan came up to sit beside me, and my eyes were drawn to his still promine







