Romans & histoires Were Not Really Strangers Couples Edition

She says, as her nipples stiffen from my touch and her soapy hands move down across my abdomen. "When a married couple has sex, they bring all their baggage to the bedroom with them; financial troubles, disagreements about disciplining the kids, where to take vacation, everything! But with a stranger, like what we did tonight." She continues, as her hands lather soap over my cock and balls. "It's just sex. Taking on a different persona; behaving like a slut, makes it that much more removed from reality." She continues, while stroking up and down my cock and running her fingernails across my balls.

“Let’s have breakfast tomorrow at the estate cafeteria so we can get to know each other better” “Sure thing” I answered before waving at him. I panicked. “Relax, I’ll spend the night here, have breakfast, then be on my way” Mr Gary said to me. My heart sank, and my face lit up. The next morning, it was time to go for breakfast. I handed Gary a bag. “What’s this” he asked “Open it” I said. As soon as he did, he froze. “What?!!!” “It's a matching top,” I said. “I figured we would look like a real couple if we matched outfits”.

All her efforts to start a conversation ended badly and her anger worsened until she couldn't hold it in anymore. "Really? Is that it? You're just going to pretend that we're a loving couple, then come back and pretend like you don't know me? We aren't strangers, you know, and even if we are, you don't have to act like it. If this is how you want to live your life, then I don't think I would be part of it."

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

The couple life of Trevor and Max grew more intimate, sweeter, and more real day by day. They were undoubtedly a loving couple who made people everywhere they were seen green with envy. The fact that Trevor was not marked yet was also the most talked-about topic among people who knew the couple. There were many theories, from the most ridiculous, like Max not really being an Alpha, to the more concrete, like Trevor not being sure and not wanting to be marked yet. Either way, the happy couple could not make much of it because only they knew how they felt and how much they loved each other.

With how desperate I am this moment…it’s scary the lines I won’t cross. “What if I told you to marry a stranger for money—would you say yes?” She says again. I pause—giving it a thought “Yeah. I would.” Cassy burst into a laugh so hard she was running out of breath. She tilts to the left, her drunk senses making her lose her stamina. I reach forward to steady her, my hands holding her head in place as I lift her back to sitting. I feel its stare before I see it. A dark haze splitting slowly through the neon light. The sound of its heels striding with purpose, moving closer and closer to my direction and when it’s gets to my table…it halts.

Like, we pretend that we don't know each other and—'' I cut her off. ''You mean, we go through the stages that we didn't got the chance to go through? From strangers, to friends, lovers, partners, to husband and wife?'' It would make a lot of sense; due to the fact that, she wants us to go through each stage, ''And let me guess, we're strangers now which means I can't kiss you,'' I mutter. To my surprise, she starts to chuckle, ''Well, you don't really just end up kissing strangers on the street,'' She replies, causing both of us to smile at each other.

Amy retorted. "I am your husband, it's crucial I know such information". "That is none of your business and no you are not my husband". "You just called me your husband right in front of my ex". "You should thank me, I did that to save you from her. We are not husband and wife to ourselves, we may be husband and wife to other people but we are just strangers living together bound by a contract and..." Reynolds leaned over and ran his hand through her hair cutting her off.

I swirled the drink in my hand, ice clinking softly, and forced myself to keep watching like exposure would cure me of something. Maybe they were strangers. Maybe that was the point. “Look at them,” Shawn said, grinning as he nodded toward the couple. “Tell me that’s not hot.” “Yeah,” I replied after a beat. “I guess.” It wasn’t. Not to me. It felt hollow. Performative. Like something done to forget rather than feel. “They’re in their own world,” Carrie said, eyes still fixed on them. “Think they’re in love?” Shawn asked. Carrie scoffed. “Please. They probably met an hour ago. Won’t even remember each other’s names tomorrow.”

And most importantly, they would find the person together. That afternoon, Mark’s laptop was open between them on the couch. The website they found was sleek and anonymous, catering specifically to couples seeking a third. The air was thick with a strange, new kind of intimacy as they scrolled through the profiles together. Some were crass, just close-up pictures of genitals and blunt, misspelled messages. Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge.