Her Affair, His Fantasy

Authors Note: This is my first work here, so I'm more than happy to hear any feedback you all may have. I've been thinking about writing this for a long time, so honestly, I'm glad I finally put pen to paper. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: All characters are fictional, and similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental. Everyone involved is of legal consenting age.

I should start here: I love my girlfriend.

Olivia and I have been dating for about three years, since the beginning of our senior year of high school. She's, to be entirely honest, way out of my league. She's about 5'6, fair skinned with beautiful blue eyes and a gold ring around her iris. Medium-length blonde hair and a smile to die for. It doesn't hurt that she's got a pair of DD tits to add to her fairly skinny frame. If you can even call it that, the only issue is that she doesn't like to show out. I'm always trying to get her to show off; I know she's got the body for it, but she's shy, and I respect that.

From the moment we started dating, it was clear that we had a spark. We connected on a level I'd never experienced before. Every step she took, I was right there. Every look we shared, we knew exactly what it meant. I'd known for years that I wanted to marry this girl.

Not to mention, our sex is incredible. Olivia isn't an outwardly frisky person, but once she decided she was in the mood... she was like an animal. Singularly minded with one goal.

I love what we have, and I would never willingly compromise that. That said, everything changed when she went abroad.

Coming into our junior year, we knew the first semester would be tough--she was going to France for the semester while I remained at school. Towards the end of the summer, leading up to her leaving, we were like animals. Every chance we got, I was buried between her beautiful legs, one way or another.

She was clearly more worried than I was about the time abroad. There were a million reasons she came up with to be anxious about, but I soothed her concerns repeatedly with reassurances about us. After all, I'd decided long ago that I would marry this girl, and there was little the world could throw at us to change that. I drove her to the airport the day she left and hugged her as tightly as possible. Pulling away from the hug, she looked up at me with tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Be good, yeah?" I joked.

"Jackass." She threw it back in my face as she pushed me away, chuckling. "I should be saying the same thing to you. All these girls back at school will finally have the chance to make a move on you."

"All these girls back at school know I'm the most taken man on Earth. It's you I should be worried about-."

"As if. You know my heart belongs to you and you alone."

I pulled her in close one last time, scanning up and down her gorgeous form. I wanted to take in every last bit of her before she was gone. A small part of me, too, tried to send her off with a tease: "I think more than just your heart belongs to me." I grinned at her.

"Josh!" I watched as she quickly glanced around the drop-off zone to see if anyone else had caught that, but luckily, the comment seemed to have been swept up in the noise. "You." She pulled me in for a kiss right then and there. My hands lay on her hips and gave them a gentle squeeze as her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me in closer. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away first. I could feel a familiar tingle beneath my belt.

"You know, I'm just sayin' if you've got a few, we can step into the back of the car now, and I can send you off in style."

"You wish. There's no way I'm risking missing my flight."

"Can you blame a guy for wishing when his girlfriend looks like you?"

"No. But he can wait."

"I'll always wait for you."

And then she was off. With a knowing smile, she turned around and crossed through the door's threshold. I watched her with a tinge of sadness before my eyes settled down on her firm ass swaying as she got further and further away. She has a phenomenal ass.

Turning back around, I reassured myself that things weren't that bad. After all, I was dating the sexiest girl in the world and would have her again in four short months.

The first month of the semester was a blur. My classes kept me busy, and with the time difference, Olivia and I found ourselves on pretty different schedules. Whenever I woke up, she'd be in the middle of classes. When I got off classes, she'd be out with her friends. By the time she got back, I was out with mine. It was a new dance for us, and slowly but surely, we were learning the steps.

Our sex life evolved with the times but stayed as alive as ever. We'd sent one another teasing texts throughout the day ranging from expressions of longing to vivid descriptions of what we wanted from each other and even to the occasional picture to keep one another tided over until the main event. About once a week, we'd get on a video call and work our way through phone sex. It couldn't come close to the real deal, but there was something incredibly sexy about telling one another in depth what we wanted to do, all while slowly getting off.

It was through our phone sex that we started to get more into fantasy play. After all, there were only so many times we could describe sexual positions. It was in talking through these fantasies that I realized I was into the idea of her cheating on me.

Our fantasies had started (relatively) innocently enough. I talked about her riding me in the car before we went into an event; she spoke about us on the beach, finding a sand dune to hide behind, while I pushed her bikini thong aside and ate her out. Soon enough, though, I started feeling like it wasn't enough and began to make them dirtier and dirtier. That's how I stumbled into my kink.

I know functionally, the idea of her cheating on me was awful. I love Olivia, and I love that we're the only people the other has been with. We lost our virginities to one another in high school, and we've always been enough for each other. It's special what we have. That said, I couldn't ignore that building sensation. It got to the point where when I was masturbating, it was always the thought of her and someone else. Not even specific people... just someone who wasn't me. The thought of my beautiful girlfriend underneath another man was exhilarating. The idea that her needs could get so primal that she'd abandon any notion of our relationship kept me up at night. I probably masturbated more during these few weeks than I ever had before.

We've always been open with one another about everything we think is essential. Olivia and I have always felt strongly that communication is key to a lasting relationship, but I knew I shouldn't tell her about this. This felt too dirty, too risky. I didn't want to jeopardize what we had.

This brings us to an average Wednesday night. I was sitting at my desk, my phone propped up against my monitor, with her on the other side of the phone. Olivia wore a plain white tee with short black boy shorts, which did nothing to hide her gorgeous thighs. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun. As I stared at the small screen, my mind wandered with fantasies about my Thanksgiving trip to see her. The idea of hooking my fingers along those shorts and pulling them down...

"I think he likes me." She said flatly. My focus immediately shifted back to reality.

"What? Like... likes likes?" She had my attention.

"I mean, he gave me a nickname. 'Blondie.' Ugh. It's not really subtle anymore. I had to remind him again that I have a boyfriend." Shit. This was important. I should have been paying more attention.

"I'm sorry, babe. That's sucks. That's frustrating."

"It's okay. These things happen. I just... I hope things don't get weird."

"I'm sure they won't. He can be mature." I reassured her.

"One would hope."

A long silence passed as I tried to figure out how to phrase this in a way that didn't betray my wandering mind. "Who was this again?"

"Josh!"

"What? I'm sorry the connection was bad, but I didn't want to cut you off." I lied.

"This is Peter? He's one of the guys in my program."

"Right! Okay, sorry, now I know who you're talking about." I watched as Olivia sighed and stood up. She crossed around the room, picking up laundry to throw into her bin. As this happened, I felt a tingle of blood rush between my legs. In a split second, I decided to dip my toe into the water. "It's kind of hot, though, right?"

"What?" She looked up at me. I couldn't tell if she was puzzled or upset. I doubled down.

"I just mean... it's kind of hot that you've got a boyfriend, but these guys are still flirting with you. You're untouchable to them, but you're so sexy that they want to try anyways."

The silence of the next moment was deafening.

"I don't know, Josh. You know I only want you. It just makes me feel a little weird, is all."

"And that's totally fair, love. I don't blame you one bit for feeling like that." I backpedaled like a biker who made a wrong turn. The rest of the call was on autopilot for us. A lot of "I miss you" and even more "I love you." Eventually, we said our good nights and settled off to bed, but my thoughts were racing.

As soon as we got off the call, I pulled out Instagram. I went to her account and began searching for Peter. I just wanted to know what he looked like. It didn't take me long to find a Peter from a school I didn't recognize. I clicked on his picture. He was tall and with long blonde hair. He was handsome, for sure. I clicked off the app and checked the images Olivia had sent me of her and her friends in France. Sure enough, there he was in almost all of them. Funnily enough, he was standing near or behind Olivia in nearly half of them. In one of them, he even had his arm around her. That was all I needed.

I crossed from my desk to my bed, shedding my pants. I spend the rest of the night thinking about Peter and Olivia. The idea of this man shamelessly flirting with her drove me crazy. The idea of her resisting him a little less each time until eventually... I could see it so clearly. A bird's eye view of her on her bed, clothes strewn about, legs spread with him on top of her... just thrusting in and out. I could see her nails digging into his back as her mouth remained slightly ajar from the moans. His face buried in her neck as he left her hickey after hickey...

Suffice it to say, this kept me satiated for a while.

A couple of weeks later, I was back on a call with Olivia, and we were talking through one of her fantasies: that we were irresistible strangers meeting at a fancy ball.

"Josh... I want you to see me from across the room in my red dress and just need me. I want you to convince me to follow you into a side room."

"Yeah, baby?" I egged her on.

"Mmhm. Baby, I want you to push me against the wall, spreading my legs with your knee, and gently grab my chin."

"You'd like this, wouldn't you?" I felt myself playing the part.

"Please." She practically begged for it.

"You don't have anyone I should worry about, do you?" I silently prayed that the answer was yes.

"No... I could be all yours." I can work with that.

"You're already all mine. At this point, I'd pin you to that wall and kiss you like you've never been kissed before."

"Uhuh?" Her breathing was getting more rapid. I could tell Olivia was close."

"I'd gently place my hand on your thigh." I slowed the pace of my hand on my cock down. Ladies first, always.

"Baby, please."

"I'd slowly but surely run it up towards your pussy."

"Mmm." No more real words were coming out of her until she came.

"And then, with a swift movement, I'd hook your panties and pull them down and thrust a finger into your tight, wet pussy, baby." She let out a moan. "I'd hook my finger around and rub it against your g-spot until you cum like a good girl. Are you going to cum like a good girl?"

At this, I watched her head arched back, and she let out a guttural moan. "Oh, YES, baby. Oh my god. Yes. Oh my god..." She faded off as she finished cumming. I grinned to myself. Another job well done. After a long moment, "You."

"You!" I shot right back, grinning.

"Baby, did you not cum?" She said disappointedly.

"Not yet, but I'm sure I will." I studied her to see if she had anything left in her. "If someone will help me out, that is."

"You know I always do." I must be the luckiest guy in the world, I thought to myself. "What do you wanna do?"

"You?"

"Oh, I know that, baby. My question is, what do you wanna think about me doing?"

I hesitated. I knew the answer. She and Peter. That incredibly sexy idea of her in another man's bed. But I didn't know if I should. Hell, I didn't know if I could. How upset would she be? But at the same time, you never know unless you try. And communication has always been our default.

"What's up?" She could tell something was wrong. I'd hesitated too long.

"It's nothing, it's just..." I trailed off. I had to make a decision. But she knew something was wrong now. She knew something was up.

"Baby?"

I looked up at her and was immediately struck by two things. First, god, she looks good. Second, I love this girl, and she loves me. There's a lot of trust there. I trusted her at this moment.

"I have a fantasy, but I'm not sure you'll like it."

"That's fine. Hit me. If I don't like it, we won't do it." I felt a sigh of relief course through me. How could I ever think she'd be mad at me for a fantasy?

"I just... to be honest: I got really turned on by the idea of you and Peter a while back."

I studied her to see her reaction. She was just studying me back.

"Oh. Like when I said Peter was hitting on me?"

"Yeah. I just, I guess I just liked the idea of you being this untouchable being to him, yet him trying anyway and eventually..." I trailed off. I couldn't bring myself to say it to her face.

"He succeeds?"

"Yeah."

Another silence. Fuck I hate silences.

"Okay, sure. I'm down to try that."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Really?"

"Yeah. Like I said, though, if I'm uncomfortable, I'll say something, and we'll stop."

"Yeah, of course. Okay!" I was in. This was my chance. I wasn't going to squander it. We spent the next moment readjusting to be able to keep touching ourselves. She looked at me expectantly.

"I just love the idea that he gets a little more taken with you every time he sees you. Like there's this incredibly sexy woman, practically a goddess, but she's off limits to him. And you know he's into you and certainly not bad-looking, but you're committed to your boyfriend. To me." I looked at her to gauge her reaction. Nothing yet, but I could tell by her shoulder that she'd started rubbing her clit.

"He spends months flirting with you, sometimes shamelessly, and because you don't want to make him feel bad, you never call him out on it in front of other people, which fuels him further. Now, you've been abroad for a while at this point, and it's just been ages since you had your needs met. You'd never admit it, but a small part likes his flirting. He makes you feel wanted, desired, like you're the sexy woman you and I both know you are." Still nothing from her, but I could tell she was listening. I'll take that.

"One night, you decide you wanna feel sexy, so you wear something slutty. Let's say that pink low-cut top you know I love. Throw on your red lacy lingerie underneath, and you'll feel like sex on wheels. A small part of you knows Peter will be at this party, but you don't care. He's not your boyfriend. Why should you dress based on him? Next thing you know, you have more drinks than you can count, and you end up chatting with Peter. He's funnier than you remember. It's just you and him talking in this corner of the room. As you're talking, it hits you that he keeps staring at your lips. You realize he wants you. You look further down and realize he really wants you. You trail off from what you say, and you make eye contact. You know, in this moment, he's gonna make his move." I glance up at Olivia, and she looks damn near hooked. Her mouth is slightly ajar as the rhythm of her shoulder maintains its pace. She looks at me for the next part and lets the slightest moan escape from her beautiful mouth. Now for the gamble. "What do you do, babydoll?"

"I let him kiss me." She shoots back almost instantly. I cannot believe she just said that.

"He leans down and kisses you intensely. His desire almost burns you. He's like a man who's found an oasis in the desert. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you in. You kiss him back. It's been so long since you were wanted like this. You feel like a goddess on fire."

"Uhuh." Another moan escapes her lips. I've really got her now.

"He breaks the kiss and looks at you-"

"Why'd he stop kissing me?" She fires back.

I cock my head at her. "Just you wait. He takes you by the hand and pulls you into the open bathroom next door."

"Mhmm..." Yet another moan. I can tell by her face that Olivia wants this now. She wants me to say to her how this man is going to fuck her. This started as a fantasy for me, but now it's all for her.

"He takes a moment to look over you, over your whole body, before settling back on your lips. In an instant, you're kissing again, and this time, you're leading it. He picks you up and sets you on the counter against the mirror. You feel as his hands wander down your body and to your top. He asks you to lift up your hands. Do you do it?"

"Uhuh. Yes." Her voice is getting ragged now as her breaths shorten.

"He lifts your top up, and in one deft movement, your bra falls to the ground, too. He-"

"I take his shirt off." She interjects. I falter for just a moment. I wasn't expecting this, but I'll take it.

"Okay, baby, whatever you want. You run your hands over his toned chest as he leans down and starts sucking on your nipples one by one. You lean your head back against the mirror in ecstasy and just take in the moment. It's the first time in months that you've felt this. You like it?"

"Of fucking course I do. What does he do next?" I can't believe how badly she wants this. Olivia. Liv. My girlfriend is practically begging me to tell her what happens next in this fantasy where another man is making love to her. It's the sexiest scene of my life, and I will never forget it for as long as I live.

"As he sucks, you feel him start to work his hands around to your hips, and in one fell swoop, he hooks his fingers along the bands of your skirt and pulls it and your panties off. He takes a step back and works on his own pants, but his gaze never leaves you. You are completely exposed to this man, and you want him badly. He takes his underpants off, and you practically gag on the air as you gasp. He's massive. Surely larger than me, but you have no idea how big. All you know is that you want him inside of you. Not a thought other than that. Now, I will ask you one last thing, Liv, as this gorgeous man approaches you. You haven't been touched in months. Your boyfriend is an ocean away. You need this man badly. Are you letting him in?"

I look up at my loving girlfriend and see that her face is ablaze with lust. Her eyes look animalistic, and her mouth is fully open as she furiously rubs her clit. She nods. After a moment, she nods again with more vigor.

"Baby, I need to hear you say it." I want to hear her say it so bad.

"Josh, I need him inside of me." I will never forget that sentence.

"Your wish is his command. You watch as this man lines himself up, teases you a little, and then pushes inside. For the first time in your life, a cock that isn't mine is inside your wet, tight pussy, and it feels amazing. It is the best feeling you've ever felt. Nothing else matters at this moment. It's just you and this cock and all the pleasure you've been denied over these last few months."

"Oh baby," She moans out.

"You feel as your pussy stretches just to make room for him inside of you. Slowly but surely, he starts to thrust back and forth inside of you, baby. He looks at you again, kisses your lips, and then down to your neck. He starts kissing you as he goes, and then the next thing you know, he's sucking on your neck. Are you letting him leave a mark?" I know the answer already.

"Mhmm. Yeahhh. Yeah, I am." Her moans are getting louder and more consistent. I can tell she's getting close. I want her to cum so badly. I want Olivia to cum to the thought of another man in her pussy.

"He starts to speed up, Liv. Next thing you know, he's pounding in and out of you, and all you can do is sit there, legs spread for this man as he pounds you. It feels so good. Better than I ever felt inside of you. You don't know why you waited so long to let him inside. But you can feel how long you made him wait for this by how hard he's fucking you. He waited for this. For you. You're moaning so loud the rest of the party can probably hear you as you push against the mirror. They can hear the perfect girlfriend, who talks all the time about her boyfriend, getting filled up and fucked by another man. He starts kissing you just to quiet you down." This is hotter than I ever thought it would be. Olivia looks completely transfixed at my fantasy. Her other arm has disappeared, and I see it reappear lower on her, pinching her nipple. She never does that. "Baby, are you close?" I tease her.

"Ohhhhhh yeah. Josh, I'm so close." I'm momentarily taken out of the fantasy when she says my name, but I double down. There's no way I'm letting this go.

"He's close too, babygirl. He's pounding into you, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your body. You can tell he's close, but it doesn't look like he will pull out. You realize, baby, as he's thrusting that he's gonna make you his. I know you're going to let him, too."

I watch her eyes widen when I say this. "Mmmmm, ohhhhhhh." That is all she can get out. I watch as she's on the verge. She just needs one more push.

"As this man, who is not your boyfriend, thrusts in and out of your pussy, babygirl, you watch and feel as his entire body tenses up and then practically explodes into you. It's unlike anything you've ever felt, but it feels incredible. You feel this man claim you. And it's too much. You cum right on his raw dick, babygirl."

And she did. I watched in disbelief as Olivia went into overdrive, dropping her head back and letting out a guttural series of moans. "Oooooooooh fuck baby yes baby oh my god." It was the hardest I'd seen her orgasm since she left for France. Hell, it was close to the hardest I'd ever seen her cum. It was long, too. I got to witness as she kept on rubbing her clit for maybe another thirty seconds as she kept on cumming. I couldn't believe this was from my fantasy.

After what felt like an eternity of watching her cum, I looked down and realized I still hadn't. As sexy as the sight had been, I was too focused on making her cum. It wasn't an issue, though. I had more than enough material to consider to last me a long time. After another moment, she spoke, "Josh, that was incredible. How was that for you? Did you cum?"

"You think I didn't? Watching my girlfriend make herself cum for half a minute straight?"

"That was all you, honey."

"Give yourself some credit there."

"No. I mean it. That story was... hot as hell, Jesus." She wasn't wrong.

"I love you." I could hear the anxiety under that statement. Olivia was starting to come back down to Earth.

"I love you too!" I shot back, as bright and caring sounding as possible. The last thing I needed was for Olivia to feel guilty about this.

It turns out that guilt was the last thing I needed to worry about.

The following week was a blur for me. Whenever I wasn't in classes, I found myself at home, fantasizing about Olivia and our last call. I couldn't believe how into the fantasy she'd gotten. The image of her staring at me, begging me to tell her more, was forever burnt into my memory. I just couldn't fathom how my fairly vanilla girlfriend could be so into such a wild fantasy. That said, I wasn't complaining.

Olivia apologized almost immediately after we got off the call. She felt terrible; I knew that. It was clear to me that this would end up being a one-time thing, which was disappointing. At the same time, I respected where she was coming from. What we had was special, and imagining something bad happening to our relationship was understandably upsetting.

I just couldn't shake the fantasy. It was getting all-consuming. I became practically obsessed with my beautiful girlfriend being tempted by someone else. Deep down, I knew I didn't want them to go all the way, but the dance really hooked me.

That's when I had the idea to start withholding sex from her on my end. I understood that practically this was a bad idea, but the thought of Liv having to bottle up her lust over time and seeing if that led her towards anyone else was too tempting. Plus, communication is our thing. In all likelihood, if it led her to be attracted to someone else, she'd tell me, and we'd have another steamy phone sex call over it. In my mind, it played as a win-win. I knew Olivia would never actually cheat on me.

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It had been about a month since Olivia had phone sex with Josh, and it was driving her up the wall. Being an ocean apart was terrible enough, but this was the longest they'd ever gone without any kind of sex. It wasn't because of a lack of trying on her end; he was always busy. She knew his classes were picking up over the second half of the semester, but a slight resentment was still starting to build up within her. What in the world could he have going on all the time that was more important than their sex life? She knew that sounded silly, but even when they were chatting on a call together, he seemed distant, like something else was happening. She hated it. A couple more weeks, she kept reassuring herself, and then Josh would be over for Thanksgiving, and she would have all the cock she wanted. That was the thought that kept her going.

Not to mention, it couldn't have come at a worse time for her. In their last time together, Josh had told her an incredible steamy story about her cheating on him with her friend Peter. It was profoundly erotic and, at the time, had given her one of the strongest orgasms of her life, but in the time since, she'd grown to feel worse about it. How could she, as a good girlfriend, get off to the idea of her cheating? How much she'd been into the story made her feel even worse. Whether it was the illicit nature of the affair, the idea of a new partner, or even just how into the idea he was... something got her, and she didn't like that. Olivia loved her boyfriend more than anything. What they had was special. She was not going to endanger that.

Josh was really starting to get on her nerves, though.

That Friday night, Olivia was supposed to go clubbing with her roommates, Miriam and Deanna. Miriam was a little more reserved, but Deanna was a total party girl, so tonight was about showing Miriam how to go clubbing.

As Olivia cleaned up her dinner to get ready, she overheard Miriam ask, "So... what's the dress code?"

"Slutty! Duh!" Deanna fired back.

I can do slutty, she thought to herself. As she scanned her closet, she thought about all the outfits Josh had seen and adored her in and decided right then and there that if he wasn't going to pay attention to her, she would make him pay attention. She reached into her closet and pulled out a low-cut tank top with more than enough midriff showing and a black tennis skirt. Underneath both, she pulled out her favorite pair of lacy red lingerie. To top off the ensemble, she picked out bright red lipstick and a pair of heels to seal the deal. She felt like the goddess he was always telling her she was.

Before leaving, Olivia stopped in front of her mirror to snap a picture to send to Josh. She captioned it with the blowing-a-kiss emoji and shut her phone off, placing it in the bottom of her bag. She knew he'd respond, but she decided he would get just a little taste of the cold shoulder she'd been receiving.

Upon stepping out of her room, both her roommates gasped and gawked. "Oh my God, Liv. Girl, you look like the devil herself. Jesus Christ. Are you sure you're not single? If so, we can skip the club altogether, and I'll take you to bed right now." Deanna teased her.

"Unfortunately, I think you know my answer, hon. Better luck next time, " she fired back.

"Okay, okay. Just save my spot in line, yeah?" Deanna winked and started to leave their apartment, making sure to really emphasize her ass as she exited. Miriam followed, and Olivia rounded out the back, chuckling to herself.

As they walked across town, Olivia couldn't help but pull out her phone to see what Josh had said in response to her outfit pic. Nothing. She shoved her phone back into her bag, slightly more pissed off than before. She knew he was probably in class or studying, but that didn't do much to dissuade her frustration.

It didn't take long for her to feel better, though, as they rounded the last corner and saw Nuit Blanche, the nightclub they were going to. This was a new one for her, but Deanna insisted it was a great club.

Once she walked into the building, Olivia got the confidence boost she sought. Everyone, from the bouncer to every guy and girl around her, was checking the three of them out. Honestly, she was pretty sure most of them were primarily checking her out. Fuck yeah. This was how she should be treated. Josh needs to take some notes, she thought to herself.

Deanna immediately led them to the bar for shots. As she was ordering, Miriam turned to her and asked, "Is it always this loud?"

"I mean... yeah. With this many people, anything lower and you can't hear the music."

"Oh, okay. That makes sense."

"You good?"

"Yeah, yeah," Miriam reassured her. As Olivia studied her friend, her gaze wandered past her to the other side of the bar, where a man about her age was looking at her. He was a bit taller than her, lanky, with fair skin and long, curly brown hair. He had a silver ear cuff and a chain necklace made of a similar silver. He was exactly her type. As she made eye contact with him, she felt an immediate warmth in her panties. "It's just a lot, that's all." Her attention snapped back to Miriam in front of her.

Olivia stuttered momentarily, trying to bring herself back to the conversation and figure out what to say. "Right, yeah! I get that. You'll get used to it. If not, we can head out and try somewhere else. Not a big deal!"

Before Miriam could respond, Deanna reappeared. "Ladies, do you know what time it is?"

Miriam went to pull her phone out. "It's shot o'clock!" she announced, proudly holding up three shots of an amber liquid. Here's one for you," she passed one to Miriam, one for you, one to Olivia, and of course, one for me." As she held up her glass for the cheers, Olivia looked back at where the man was, but he was gone. "Cheers to Miriam's first real night out!" Back to reality again.

"Cheers!" All three clinked their glasses together, tapped them on the bar, and threw back their drinks. The night was off.

For Olivia, the night went on as a blur of dancing, drinking, and laughing with her friends. Occasionally, she would glance around for the mystery man. When she did catch him, more often than not, she was in his line of sight. She couldn't tell if he was intentionally looking at her, but she felt seen by him nonetheless. It was exhilarating. A small part of her wished Josh was here to be dancing up against her, but the rest of her brushed it off. Tonight was about her and her friends. Josh could wait.

About two hours in, with the three on the dance floor, Miriam stopped and turned to Olivia and Deanna, "Do you know where the bathroom is?" She asked.

"Oh yeah! I've got you. Let me show you. You good here, Liv?" Deanna grabbed Miriam by the hand.

"If I get kidnapped, I'll let you know." Olivia teased.

"Perfect!" Deanna and Miriam turned away, leaving Olivia to dance by herself. It wasn't unusual for Olivia to be by herself on the dance floor; after all, she usually had the most stamina for it. It wasn't uncommon either for some random man to take a pass at her while she was dancing, but tonight was different. As she danced, a tiny part of her hoped someone was watching. One person in particular. It reminded her a little of Josh's fantasy. She is alone at a party, and a handsome man spots her... Not that she really cared, she reassured herself. This fantasy was fun, but her boyfriend awaited her across the ocean. She bit her lip as she closed her eyes and imagined what Josh would do to her when he arrived. His lips on her-

Olivia felt someone's hands gently appear on her hips from behind. "Éblouir." His voice was like a murmur, barely rising above the music in her ears.

She knew at one who it must've been, but she was drunk and dancing and didn't want to stop. "Excuse me?"

"Éblouir. It means to dazzle or blind with bea-" He continued before she cut him off.

"You think I don't know what éblouir means? There's a reason I'm studying abroad here, of all places." She fired back and kept on dancing. She took special care with how she shook her ass with this mystery man behind her.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to offend. You can just never tell with these beautiful American tourists."

At this, Olivia whirled around to face the man. It was exactly who she thought it was. He was even more enthralling up close. He looked like trouble in the best way. His messy brown hair was begging someone to run their hands through it. His green eyes studied Olivia, looking like they had a secret they wanted to tell you. His features were sharper up close, and all led the eye to his soft-looking lips. Oh, those lips. She knew immediately that she wanted him and couldn't stick around in this conversation. But that small part of her, the same part that loved Josh's fantasy and the same part that was building a warmth under her skirt, kept her feet planted. After all, she enjoyed the flirting, and it was just that. Fun, but harmless.

"Who are you calling a tourist?"

"I suppose the same girl I'm calling beautiful." His eyes stayed intently locked with hers.

Olivia stuttered for just a moment after he said that. It was subtle, but she knew he caught it, too. She decided to go on the offensive.

"Does that line usually get you far? 'Éblouir... it means...' blah blah blah?"

"No. I wish I'd come up with that before laying eyes on you. It would work wonders with those who are easier than you. No, usually my line has something to do with it being her first time in France and her needing a guide."

"That works?"

"Most of the time." He smirked.

"Why try your hand at something different?" Olivia planted her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow.

"It's rare that honesty in flirting sounds beautiful. You look smart, so I guessed you could speak some French. I just needed to ensure the gorgeous girl across the bar knew what éblouir meant."

"So there's more?" She felt the heat rise in her chest and grow between her legs.

"Certainly." His smirk widened the tiniest amount, and he looked down. Whether he was looking at the floor or her body, she enjoyed the gaze nonetheless. "Tu m'éblouis comme un éclair dans la nuit--impossible à ignorer, et bien trop bref pour me suffire. [You dazzle me like lightning in the night--impossible to ignore, and far too brief to ever be enough.]" When he finished, he looked back up and made eye contact with her.

In her drunken state, Olivia wanted to pounce on this man. She wanted to ride his cock, his face, those lips... oh, those lips. Her body felt on fire, crying out for water, and he was in the ocean. She had two thoughts: If only Josh could see me now, and I have to go away. She felt all her blood rush to her face. While a war raged internally and externally, all she could manage was an "Oh, that's lovely."

He studied her a moment more before saying, "I take it no one's ever waxed poetic about your beauty to you, chérie?"

She knew she needed to put a stop to this. "My uhm... my boyfriend does, actually." She managed to stammer out. At this moment, like angels sent from god, she heard a voice call out for her from across the club.

"Olivia! Over here!" She turned to see Deanna and Miriam emerge from the bar area, waving her over with more drinks. She stepped in their direction before returning to the mystery man.

"You're very sweet."

"I bet your lips are sweeter... Olivia." Her voice sounded like music from his lips. She frantically turned around and crossed the bar to her friends. As she left him, she just barely heard, "It's Jules, by the way," and continued to her friends, flustered.

"Hey! You good, girl?" Deanna said to Olivia as she practically stumbled over to her friends.

"Great! Drinks?" That was all she managed to get out in her flustered state.

The now-wasted Miriam held her shot up in the air and yelled, "DRINKS!" With a defiant cheer and a sigh of relief from Olivia for something to distract her, the three girls threw back another round of shots.

The next half an hour was filled with even more dancing, although Olivia remained aware that she couldn't spot Jules anywhere. She reasoned that he must've gone home, which certainly was a relief. She'd never felt that intensely about anyone else since she and Josh had started dating. She knew she would go home with him if she and Josh weren't together. The mental image of the two of them together was too much for her to handle. She couldn't believe it but she needed to go to the bathroom to take care of this.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" She practically shouted at Deanna and Miriam as the two were face-to-face, practically twerking at the rest of the club. Deanna turned and drunkenly nodded at her in acknowledgment. Olivia started laughing to herself at her friends as she stumbled towards the bathroom. Images were flying through her head as she crossed the club. She kept tracing Jules' face in her mind over and over again.

She pushed open the door into the single-stall restroom and rounded the corner. Olivia caught a glance of herself in the mirror as she crossed. Fuck, I look good, she thought to herself. Her makeup had stayed remarkably intact while her top had slid down slightly, exposing more cleavage than initially expected, but she didn't mind. All she was focused on was the intense heat between her legs.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, she began to slide her hand down her skirt and under her panties. Olivia felt an immediate sense of relief as her fingers found her clit. With one hand down her skirt and the other holding her up on the sink, she closed her eyes and started to slowly rub circles. She imagined Jules crossing to her, putting his hand on the small of her back, and sweeping her into a kiss. She imagined her hand running down to his rock-hard cock in his pants. She could practically feel herself gripping-

The sound of the door opening brought her back to reality. Had she not locked it? Olivia jerked her hand out of her skirt and whirled around. "Occupied!" She cried out.

A moment passed before a familiar voice rang out from around the corner. "I know." Olivia felt herself stop breathing as she recognized Jules's voice. After another moment, "Are you decent?"

She completely froze, unsure of how to respond. Eventually, shakily, she managed to let out, "Yes."

"Okay." He rounded the corner as he spoke. Olivia felt the heat return in her face and worse between her legs. Her body knew what she wanted, but she wouldn't let herself. She needed to think of Josh. Her boyfriend. The man she loved.

She watched as Jules took a few steps towards her. She felt her will giving way with each step he took until he was right before her. Her lips were practically inches from her.

"Is your boyfriend in France with you?" He asked plainly.

"No." She responded. She couldn't lie to him.

"Well, that makes things easier, doesn't it, chérie?" He lingered there momentarily, his eyes studying hers, looking for any response she could give. Olivia stood there, stunned, as this gorgeous man stood over her. She had a boyfriend. Even drunk, she knew that. But he wasn't here, and Jules was. And Jules was hot. Besides, Josh said he was into this, right? No, she knew he didn't actually mean that. He didn't actually want this... right? As she desperately tried to think about Josh, one thought rang out in her head. His voice, 'What do you do, babydoll?'

Olivia kissed him. Lunging forward with such speed that she almost threw Jules off his feet. Her lips crashed onto his, and the two embraced for the first time. Jules immediately put his arms around her waist while her hands found his face. All thoughts of Josh were fading from Olivia's mind. Only Jules remained, and she knew what she wanted from him.

Jules wasted no time letting his hands wander over Olivia's body. He felt from her hair down her back and onto her ass which he gave a long, appreciative squeeze. She moaned in response, which was all the go-ahead he needed. He pulled his lips away from hers, and she stared at him helplessly. Before she could complain, he planted a soft kiss on her cheek and then another beneath her ear, slowly working his way down to her neck. Olivia craned her neck to her left to give him more access. Her breathing was beginning to get more rapid as the Frenchmen's kissing became briefly more intense before he started sucking on her neck.

"Oh, Jules..." The moaned words escaped her mouth for the first time. For the first time in her life, she was moaning someone else's name.

She wrapped her hands around his body and continued exploring as he kept on sucking. She let her hands wander to his waistline and then up his shirt. Olivia was delighted to find she was running her hands over a toned, chiseled chest. She was even more thrilled when she realized he had stopped sucking on her neck and began moving down toward her top. She watched as he gently put one finger on the front of her top.

"May I?" His gaze met hers, and she desperately nodded. His smirk reappeared as he pushed down her top and bra, letting her breasts spring free. He took a step back at this. Olivia froze. Had she done something wrong? "Pretty lingerie. Did your boyfriend buy it for you?"

The sudden mention of Josh flooded her system with guilt. She shouldn't have done this, but she responded, "What do you think?"

"I'll have to buy you something better." Her pussy had a physical reaction when he said that, and her eyes widened. He crossed back to her in an instant and pressed her against the wall opposite the mirror. His head craned down, and before she knew it, her nipple was in his mouth. She let out a loud moan, and just like that, any memory of Josh was gone again.

"Fuck, Jules!" She exclaimed.

He let her nipple out of his mouth for just a moment, "You will, not just yet, though." And he returned to her nipple. Olivia threw her head back and stared into the mirror. She watched the back of this sexy man she met just tonight as he alternated between her nipples. It was one of the sexiest sights of her life, made even hotter by the fact that it wasn't Josh. He was right, she thought to herself, this is sexy. Just when she thought it couldn't get better, she felt his free hand slide down her stomach and under the waistband of her skirt.

She grabbed his head away from her nipple and raised it up. His hand froze, just for a moment. "Please, Jules. Touch me. I haven't cum, really cum, in so long." His smirk widened into a grin, and his lips met hers once more as the two battled for dominance against the wall.

Just when it seemed like Olivia was gaining the upper hand, she let out a gasp as his fingers found their way under her panties and onto her clit. All her resistance gave way as she let this gorgeous man pin her to the wall in a French club bathroom and rub her clit.

She wanted more, though, and she knew he knew that. She let out a whimper as their lips continued to press together. For half a second, she considered letting out another one before she felt his finger begin to push into her. Olivia let out a loud, long moan as he moved further into her. Her hand gripped his shoulder with all the force she had, and she kissed him as hard as she could. She wanted Jules to know how badly she wanted him.

Slowly but surely, he picked up his pace and inserted two more fingers into her. Olivia was in heaven. After a month of no sex whatsoever and months of no actual sex, she was finally getting what she wanted- no, what she needed.

Jules pulled his lips away from hers and moved right next to her ear. Olivia clearly saw him fingering her in the mirror as he whispered to her. "You're so tight, I can barely fit my fingers inside of you. I don't know how I'm going to fit my cock in you."

Olivia's eyes widened as he looked back at her. She was so close to cumming. She felt that orgasm she'd been needing building within her. It felt like the one Josh had given her when he told her the fantasy. Well, she was living it now. She desperately grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss as her other hand moved down to his pants. It became clear that Olivia wanted to see his cock, if for no other reason than to be holding it when she came. At this moment, she needed Jules' cock.

But as soon as she started fiddling with his belt, he pulled away from her, fingers leaving her pussy. She let out a desperate moan as he did. "What the fuck?" She sounded frenzied.

"Not yet, chérie. I need to take you home first."

This should have felt like a slap in the face to Olivia. No, she was not going to let this stranger take her home. That's how she gets kidnapped, or god forbid, found out by her roommates or especially her boyfriend. But she needed it, needed this, needed him, and when she looked in the mirror, she saw a goddess standing before her. A goddess who had seduced a sexy Frenchman in one look. She knew she held the power right now. For as hot and bothered as she was, she felt powerful. More powerful than she ever had, and she knew she was going to have this French dick inside of her tonight.

She watched in the mirror as she pulled her top up to recover her breasts. Then she turned to him.

"How do we get there?" She posed the question.

"I called an Uber the moment I saw you go to the bathroom. It should be outside by now." His cockiness only served to turn her on even more.

"Good." She threw it back in his face. "I'll meet you there in two minutes. I need to say goodnight to my friends."

"I'll await you like Orpheus for Eurydice." And with a wink, he exited the bathroom first.

Olivia's exit from the club was a blur. She returned to her friends and, claiming she wasn't feeling well, said she had called herself an Uber and was going home. They offered to come home with her, but she argued they were having too much fun, which neither of them pushed back on too hard. She was turning around to leave when, out of the corner of her eye, she witnessed Deanna spot the newfound hickey on her neck. Her eyes widened and met Olivia's. Olivia could only think of putting one finger to her lips as a shush and winking at Deanna before crossing away. That was a tomorrow morning Olivia issue.

Sure enough, she got outside, and Jules stood beside an open car door. She walked up and stroked his cheek with one hand before stepping into the vehicle. He sat down next to her. Neither one of them said a word as the driver began the journey.

On multiple occasions, she caught the driver looking her up and down in the mirror before looking away, embarrassed, but she didn't care. She felt sexier than she ever had. This was her moment.

Only once did her hand wander into her bag and rest on her phone. Jules must have been paying more attention than she thought because his hand quickly found hers and pulled it out before she could consider checking for a message from Josh. Their fingers interlaced, and she looked up at him. He winked and smirked. God, that smirk, she thought to herself. It was getting her into a lot of trouble.

It didn't take long for the car to stop and for Jules to step out. He crossed to the other side of the car and opened the door for her. What a gentleman.

Before she knew it, the pair had found themselves inside and upstairs into Jules' bedroom. What had been briefly paused resumed as their lips found each other again. She practically tore his top off of him. Olivia needed to see this man's chest, which did not disappoint. While not outwardly buff, he was distinctly toned.

Before she could spend too much time marveling at his chest, he swept her off her feet and onto the bed. He climbed over her as they continued making out. It didn't take long for him to pull her top and skirt off. She went to take off her heels, but he grabbed her hand. "Don't. You look powerful in them." She looked at him in wonder. He was right, though. She felt powerful in her heels. It didn't take long for his pants to follow, and the two furiously resumed making out in their underwear.

At one point, she managed to flip Jules over and straddle him. He gazed up at her with lust blazing from his eyes. "I really am going to have to get you better lingerie."

"I like this lingerie, thank you very much!" She scoffed. She did like it. The cups framed her boobs nicely, and the red lace was just see-through enough that you could see her nipples. "My boyfriend got this for me because I told him I wanted it."

It was his turn to scoff. "I don't think you knew what you really wanted until tonight." And with that, her bra and panties were tossed to the side of the bed, and she was flipped back over.

Olivia had only ever been intimate with one man in her life: Josh. And up until this point, she had only ever been fully naked around one man, too. Both of those changed as she positioned herself, fully nude, save her heels and legs spread for Jules.

He stared at her momentarily before speaking up: "You're like a work of art. You should be up in the Louvre, not in my bed, but I am lucky to see the exhibit tonight."

She bit her lip in anticipation. "You're going to do more than see the exhibit tonight." She watched eagerly as he finally took his underpants off, and his cock sprung out. Holy shit. He was definitely bigger than Josh. Hell, he might've been like porn big, she thought to herself. All the cockiness throughout the night finally clicked for her. He could back up all of it, and she was about to experience it herself.

He climbed between her legs and over her. She spread her legs as far as she could and stared at Jules. She'd never wanted anything more in her life. Josh was the furthest thing from her mind. She put her hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. "Please, Jules. I need this. I need you. I need to cum." She let her voice betray her desperation. She needed this badly.

"Your wish is my command." With that, he leaned down and started gently kissing her. A moment later, she felt his head between her legs, and in one swift movement, he pushed himself fully into her pussy.

She broke the kiss and let out a long moan, "Ooooooooooh fuck." Her eyebrows knit together in abject pleasure while her mouth remained open. Her eyes practically rolled all the way back in her head as he allowed her pussy to stretch to accommodate his size. He stared down at her body while her eyes were closed, and his smirk widened. Her curves, while indeed shown off in her club outfit, were on full display now as she was splayed out on his bed. He was going to make her his.

He brought their lips together and gently kissed her as he started thrusting. The whole thing was very slow and gentle at first. Olivia's arms were wrapped around him, but her nails barely grazed his back. It was slow, but it was beautiful. She felt amazing and so complete at that moment. If this was what sex was supposed to be like, then she was discovering it for the first time. At this moment, Olivia wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to enjoy sex with Josh again. They'd just started, and Jules had already blown by her previous experience.

Slowly but surely, he started to speed up, and with that, the intensity of their making out rose, too. Before she knew it, he was pounding in and of her. Thrusting as fast as he could. He was starting to sweat, and it was dripping down onto her body. She was sweating, too, and their sweat combined and slid off her body as she shook from the impact. They were a mess, but they were a mess together. Suddenly, he broke off their kiss and leaned his head around to start sucking the other side of her neck. Olivia couldn't care less about the twin hickeys she'd have to hide for the next few days. Hell, she was proud that this gorgeous man had chosen her.

All she cared about was that Jules, a man she met tonight, a man who was not her boyfriend, was thrusting in and out of her as hard as she could. She felt like the goddess he was worshipping. She dug her fingers into his back and let out a moan every time he finished a thrust. She let herself be loud, too. Olivia wanted the world to know how good she was feeling. She wrapped her legs around him, too, so that her heels were resting on his ass.

At this same time, across the Atlantic, Josh lay awake in his bed, his hand on his dick moving up and down. His eyes were closed as he imagined Olivia giving into Peter and letting him into her once closed-off pussy...

"Oh Jules, please baby, yeah baby, just like that baby. Oh fuck oh god. Make me cum. I need to cum, Jules. Please!" She practically begged for it. Deep inside, she felt that building orgasm, though. It felt so strong. She knew it was going to be the strongest orgasm of her life, and it was on a dick she just met rather than the man she was going to spend her life with. She needed this so bad.

"You like this, chérie?" He grunted out as he thrust into her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Oh god, yes, I do!" She moaned out.

"Am I better than your boyfriend?"

"You know the answer to that." She didn't hesitate. She knew the answer.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Oh fuck, yes, you're better than my boyfriend, Jules. You're so much better. And so much bigger. Oh, fuck!" She could feel how close she was. Her orgasm had built so far she could practically reach out and touch it.

"Good girl." Was his only response before breaking their kiss to return to her nipple. His mouth on her nipple was all she needed to be sent over the edge.

"Oh, Jules. Oh FUCK" Olivia cried out as every muscle in her body tensed up at once. She wrapped herself around Jules as he continued to suck and thrust into her. "Uhhhh ohhhhh fuck yesss oh my godddddd!" She held him in a death grip as waves of pleasure shot through her entire body for almost a minute before she collapsed onto the bed, letting go of Jules as she did.

His mouth finally detached from her nipple, but his cock remained in place. "You liked that?"

"You know I did." She responded in a haze.

"Good. I wanted you to enjoy yourself."

"I did. I did..." She trailed off as her exhaustion and drunkenness suddenly caught up with her.

Jules took this as his cue to slide out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. She let out one last moan as he slid out. He took a moment before slowly moving down the bed. Jules unhooked her heels and set them on the ground next to the bed, one by one. He then leaned over to her to plant one last kiss on her lips and one on her forehead as he set himself down next to her. In her last moments of consciousness, Olivia turned over and reached out for Jules, who happily obliged and let her rest on his chest.

The pair fell asleep like that. Jules faced up as the naked Olivia, drunk, fucked, and exhausted, fell asleep on his chest.