Tarnished Mia Ch. 01-03

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Chapter 01 - That's why they call her the tarnished Mia.

It was a party thrown by a friend of a friend where I saw Mia for the first time. Her smile and dimples ignited a flame I hadn't felt before. I couldn't get my eyes off her. The way she talked with her hands while explaining something was adorable, and her personality exuded kindness and openness. I lacked the courage to talk to her, so I subtly tried to position myself so she would see my ogling. Real subtle, I know, but that was my tactic with women.

When our eyes met, she gave me that smile I had been admiring. Her gaze was captivating, and the green eyes with a hint of gray looked gently through me. The heavy, dark eyeshadow accentuated her already beautiful gaze, making it deep, and the dark lipstick on her full lips made the combination irresistible. I guess from my part, it was love at first sight.

I never had any of those qualities that make women come to men to make the first move.

I simply wasn't that guy.

At 27, I was still inexperienced in many ways. I wasn't a virgin or anything like that, but I had had only one serious relationship and not too much experience with women in general. I hadn't ever been the one to look for one-night stands, not that there had been too many opportunities for those. I was the kind of guy who wanted to fall in love.

When she hugged the woman she had spoken with goodbye, it would have been my chance to go and talk to her, but before I had the time to contemplate the idea or gather the required courage, she came to me. Believe me, it was the first time any woman has done that.

"Hi, I'm Mia," she introduced herself. I was surprised as she seemed shy. She blushed a bit, and her smile was tentative. I immediately felt a connection with her.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Alex." I took the hand she offered. As we looked into each other's eyes, I was ready to learn everything about her.

"I thought maybe you wanted to talk with me, since you looked at me for so long."

"Yes, I did. Sorry about the staring." I was a bit embarrassed, "I just never have the courage to come and talk to women. Especially someone who has as beautiful eyes and smile as you."

I admit, I had planned and practiced that line.

"Oh, wow. You know that's the first time anyone has said something like that to me. Normally, men are far more plain-spoken and skip the pleasantries. Especially with me."

I looked at her and I could understand why she had that experience. She had a pretty face, beautiful in my opinion. She was a bit chubby and had noticeable curves in the hips, thighs, and bust. Especially the bust, and she didn't hide it. She would undoubtedly draw sexual attention from men.

"You have a beautiful smile. That was the first thing I noticed in you." I said shyly, still looking into her eyes. She smiled like she couldn't believe what I had just said.

"You want to go outside and talk?" I asked.

"Yes, I would like that very much."

When we headed to the backyard, she took my hand, and a warm feeling shivered through my body when I felt her touch.

We sat in one of the corners where we could talk in peace. She told me she is currently studying sociology at the local university and is involved in some voluntary work in her free time. I told him about my work at a startup company focusing on AI. When I mentioned the possible applications of my work to her field of study, she was super interested in learning more about it.

It felt like we had a mutual interest in everything we discussed. She surprised me with her intelligence and her ability to see things from different points of view. It seemed almost too good to be true, to be able to connect with someone like that. I secretly hoped she felt the same.

All the time we talked, she either subtly brushed my leg with her fingers or we held hands, and it felt natural. There was nothing sexual about it. It felt more like we were exploring the possibility of a soulmate or love residing beside us. At least that's how it felt to me.

We must have talked for more than two hours, and it felt like I could go on through the night with her, just listening to her thoughts and ideas.

"We definitely need to see each other again and talk more," she said at one point, smiling that shy smile of hers. It took all my courage to ask her what had been on my mind since I saw her.

"I have been thinking, are you single?" I felt stupid asking that since we were holding hands, but I needed to hear it.

"Yes, I am. And you?"

"Yes." I managed to say before some guy interrupted us. He was calling her from the patio door. She smiled and waved at him before turning back to me.

"I need to go and see my friend. Would you wait for me?"

"Of course," I said without hesitation, glad she was eager to continue the conversation.

"I'll be right here waiting for you," I said, and she surprised me by kissing me softly. She held her hand against my cheek for a while, and we just looked at each other.

"I really like you, Alex." I think that was the point where my heart melted permanently.

***

I waited for at least an hour. I walked around the yard and the house but didn't see her. I began to think she had left. I felt sad since I would have wanted to continue our discussion, and I had wanted to ask her for a real date.

Then I saw the woman whom she had talked with when I first saw her. She was talking to someone on that same sofa.

"Excuse me, have you seen Mia?"

Hearing my voice, she turned to me with that 'who the fuck are you?' -look at her face. That was the gaze I was used to getting from women. She looked like one of those Instagram wannabe models who had nothing genuine about her. Nothing like Mia.

"I think she's busy right now." She answered, smirking.

"Oh, okay. If you see her, can you say Alex is looking for her?" I asked politely.

She didn't say anything and turned back to her friend, so I continued, "I had such an interesting discussion with her that I would like to continue it." I was hoping she would understand this was important for me. She measured me for a while with her looks.

"Tell you what, Alex. I think I saw her going upstairs. I'm sure you can find her there."

"Okay, thank you very much." When I turned to leave, they started giggling.

I headed up the stairs and heard voices from behind one door. I knocked, but no one came to open it. Now, you need to understand that I heard the sounds, but I didn't comprehend what they indicated before I opened the door. I froze when I saw her.

She was on all fours in the middle of the bed, naked. Mia, the shy woman I had already become infatuated with, had a hard cock in her mouth and was eagerly sucking it. The cock belonged to the guy who had called on her from the patio door. Like that wasn't enough another guy was fucking her from behind making her moan with each thrust, producing the sound I should have registered before I opened the door.

She noticed me and smiled. Those lovely dimples and that same captivating, gentle gaze looked straight at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Hi Alex," she said, wiping saliva from her chin. "I'll be right down. Can you wait for me downstairs?" She kept stroking the cock while she asked me that. She just said it like she was just going to fill the washing machine before coming down. Then she swallowed the shaft again, keeping her eyes fixed on mine.

I backed away and closed the door. I could hear her voice echoing to the hallway as I walked downstairs, "Oh, God, fuck me hard... I love your cocks."

I should have left. I tried, but I couldn't, so I sat back on the bench and waited. Why? I don't know. I was mortified, but I just couldn't make myself leave. I needed to talk to her.

Maybe half an hour later, I saw the guys coming out laughing and patting each other on the back like they had done a good job. Mia stepped out of the house right after them, and when she saw me, that same smile appeared on her face again, and she headed in my direction. I didn't know how I felt anymore, but still, I wanted to be close to her and talk to her.

"Thank you for waiting. You are so sweet," she said and kissed my cheek with that same mouth that had just sucked another man's cock. She was like nothing had happened. She took my hand and sat right beside me, like she had never gone anywhere.

I thought she would explain her behavior, but she just continued right from where we left off. As I listened and looked at her, I noticed getting immersed in our discussion again.

She was like no one I had ever met. She didn't mention anything about what had happened upstairs, and for some reason, I didn't ask.

"Could I walk you home?" I asked her, when we had been talking for over an hour again, and I noticed that some of the guests were already leaving.

"I would love that," she said to my surprise.

She took my hand as we walked to the hallway. I helped with her coat and opened the door for her.

"You want to take a taxi?" The weather was getting chilly, and I thought it might be more comfortable for her.

"I would like to walk, if it is okay with you. You can keep me warm," she smiled. "There is a coffee shop nearby, maybe we could eat something over there, I'm starving."

"Sounds good to me." When I felt her pressing her body against mine, leaning toward me as we walked, everything felt right. Even the things I saw earlier somehow faded into the background. She radiated some kind of invisible force that drew me to her.

We continued our pleasant conversation while drinking coffee and eating sandwiches. The way she was able to draw me into discussions about different subjects was almost magical, but I did realize we had talked about everything except ourselves. Then she once again caught me off guard.

"You know, Alex, I have never been able to be the person I am with anybody..."

I was convinced that now she would explain her behavior earlier, and I felt almost disappointed. I had begun to hope we wouldn't need to talk about it, because I feared it would destroy the connection we had.

Then she continued. "... to be able to be yourself with somebody, that means everything to me." She dropped her gaze, and there was a sad tone in her voice. I knew that on some level, her words referred to the situation I had witnessed upstairs, but I didn't know how to react or respond. I reached over the table and took her hand, and we just looked at each other for a while.

Then she shook her head like trying to get rid of the darker thoughts she held inside, and asked me, "Tell me what kind of women you like?"

I was relieved in some weird way that she changed the subject. "Well, I like smart and beautiful women. Women who know what they want, like you," I said quietly, making her smile shyly.

She was attractive and smart, no doubt about it. I had never had a woman with whom I enjoyed talking as much as with her, and then there was the but: she had made me bewildered with her behavior, and it was hard for me to figure out that part of her.

"What about you? What kind of men do you like... I mean, if we are talking about romance, love?"

She smiled again, looking through me with those amazing eyes. I was sure she knew why I had clarified my question. For a moment, it looked like she was reminiscing about the sex she had had earlier.

"I would like to fall in love with someone who truly understands me and would accept my imperfections. I want a man who knows I have needs and doesn't attempt to alter me or shape me into someone else."

Wow, she had obviously thought about the matter a lot, because the words came out as if she had practiced them, a bit like my rehearsed pick-up line earlier. She knew what she wanted, and it was by no means a bad thing. I just wasn't sure about her imperfections and needs, and I was afraid to ask.

"I can understand that. Everyone needs someone who understands them and accepts them as they are. I would like to find that woman myself."

"Why haven't you found her yet?"

I smiled at her. "It has always been hard for me to connect with women. Most seem to look for qualities that I don't possess. I don't know. I guess I'm a lost cause in some sense."

She took my hand, and I looked at how she interlaced her fingers with mine. We were simply exploring the touch and feeling it gave. For me, her touch was like magic, and as we looked into each other's eyes, I couldn't help it: I blushed again. She was amazing.

"I'm glad we met," she said. "I think you are wonderful. So sweet and cute."

"Thank you. That's the first time anyone has said anything like that to me. I, too, am glad we met."

As we started to leave, she asked, "Would you like to walk me to my apartment?"

I think my smile answered her question before I managed to form the words.

I walked her to her apartment building, which wasn't too far. I enjoyed every minute we spent together. I loved the way she laughed at my jokes and how she looked at me when I was telling her something. I felt she listened to what I was saying, not like many other women who, for the most part, didn't even understand what I was talking about.

She invited me in, made us some tea, and we just talked and talked. The time flew by fast, and when she snuggled up in my arms and we started kissing, I knew I wanted her. I was aroused, and I was sure she was also.

"You want to spend the night with me?"

"I would love to," I said without hesitation. It felt good and right when she fell asleep in my arms. Even when our clothes stayed on all night, I was happy.

***

As I walked out of her apartment the next morning, I was all smiles. Even last night's incident wasn't bothering me anymore. It was amazing to spend the night with her. Nothing had happened, but keeping her close had been like a dream come true. I took a taxi home and smiled all the way. Tom, my friend who had invited me to the party, called me when I got inside.

"Hey! Romeo... what's up?" His tone was mocking.

"Hi, Tom. Nothing special, just got back home."

"I knew it... you banged and fucked Nelson." He laughed hysterically.

"Who? I haven't fucked anybody lately. What the hell are you talking about? Who the fuck is Nelson?"

"Come on, don't deny it. I saw you leaving with her yesterday."

My thoughts went into overdrive for a moment. Then it hit me, he meant Mia. I never asked her last name.

"Oh, you mean Mia?"

"Don't play stupid with me. So tell me, was her pussy as wet and horny as everybody says it is?"

My heart started pounding fast in my chest.

"What? I don't know. What do you mean, everybody?"

"You know, come on. Don't tell me you haven't heard the rumors?"

"I haven't heard anything." I started getting angry and upset. I felt awful.

Tom was quiet for a moment. "You really didn't fuck her?"

"No. I didn't fuck her. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Wow, Alex. You know, you dodged a bullet. Stay away from her. She's a notorious slut and fucks everybody when she's in the mood... and I mean everybody. That's why they call her the tarnished Mia."

Chapter 02 - I need time. I hope you can give it to me.

The day that had started amazingly had suddenly taken a turn for the worst possible direction after Tom's call.

He had basically called Mia a whore, claiming she has sex with everyone. I didn't want to believe him, but the events at the party where she had fucked with the two guys started to haunt me again.

I had managed to convince myself that the events at the party had nothing to do with me, and she had agreed to have sex with them before meeting me. I reasoned that even when I had practically fallen in love with her at first sight, her feelings might have been completely different.

It didn't make sense since she had behaved like a girlfriend I always wished for when we went to the coffee shop, and when she slept in my arms the whole night.

Once again, I was confused and felt bad. I decided not to contact her. Instead, I put on my training gear and went for a run, leaving my phone at home. I was convinced a proper workout would clear my thoughts, and time would heal my heart.

It didn't work. I couldn't get her off my mind, and soon I started to convince myself that Tom had exaggerated the rumors. I knew how evil people could be when they spoke about others behind their backs. When I got home, a message from Mia was waiting for me.

'Miss you already. Would you like to see me again?' There was a heart emoji at the end.

I put my phone away and decided not to answer her, but when I got out of the shower, I gave in to my feelings and replied.

'I miss you too. I want to see you.'

I told myself I would talk with her about the things Tom had said and ask her about the incident at the party. I never did. That week, we started seeing each other regularly, and it turned out I didn't have the guts to ask her, and she didn't bring the subject up.

During the week, we saw each other every day after she got off from school and when I had finished my work. We went to eat, saw a movie together, and discussed her studies and common interests.

I slept a couple of nights in her apartment as well, but we didn't have sex. There were just two evenings when she had prior engagements with her friends, but even on those days, she asked me to give her a ride, and I was happy to take her.

The feeling she gave me was something I had never experienced before with anyone. I was sure she felt the same, and the things Tom had said quickly disappeared from my mind. During that week, I really fell in love with her.

***

Saturday, we headed for the beach. I had packed some food, and she brought iced tea. We spent hours lying on the towels, and as always, we talked and made out. I was so happy.

When we were leaving the beach, she got a message and laughed while reading it. During the day, she had received several of them, but I hadn't thought much about it. The only thing bothering me was her not telling me anything about who or what she was messaging about.

I was driving towards her apartment, and I was just about to turn into her home street when she asked me to take her to another address.

"It's just near here. If it's no trouble for you."

I was a little disappointed since I had hoped she would invite me to spend the night with her, but I didn't say anything because we had not made any plans about it. I didn't want to push it. I was in no hurry to take things further, since I already dreamed she would be the one for me.

"Of course not, just tell me where to go."

I drove past her apartment building, and she took a makeup kit from her bag and a small mirror and started to put on makeup. She put on more lipstick and mascara and powdered her cheeks.

"How do I look?" she asked, smiling.

"Beautiful, you are just perfect, Mia."

"Aww, you're so sweet. Thank you."

"It's just around the corner. Second house from the right," she instructed me when we drove through a residential area with some nice houses. I stopped in front of the house she had pointed out.

"I had a really nice time today, Alex. Thank you. You make me feel like no other man can." She gave me a long, soft kiss on the lips.

"Now you have lipstick on you," she laughed and got out of the car, but then turned to me again.

"You know, I would love it if you would," she started, but then went quiet. "Never mind. Forget it."

"What... you can tell me."

"It was just a stupid idea. Can I call you later, handsome?"

"Of course. Anytime." I was happy with the way things were going with her. I watched as she walked to the door happily, her nice big butt swaying. Just when I pressed the gas pedal to get the car moving, I saw a man open the door, wearing only a towel around his waist. He took Mia by the hand, and she went in.

I almost crashed my car into another one parked on the side of the road. I couldn't believe what I saw. Was she going to have sex with that guy? The images from the party returned to my mind, and I saw her between those two men. Her sucking the cock and enjoying the other sliding inside her pussy. How I had heard her begging them to fuck her.

I stopped my car, my heart pounding in my chest, like it was about to burst out. I should go. Leave her be and just fucking go. I almost shouted out loud. But again, I couldn't. I felt feverish as I weighed my options. I could go there, knock on the door, and tell her to go to hell. Or I could just leave her be. Never contact her again. I could go there and ask her why.

While all the reasonable options stormed in my head, I still felt an immense need to see her.

I got out of my car and walked to the house, hovering my finger over the doorbell, but I didn't press it. Instead, I sat on the porch, not caring if anyone would see me. I tried to clear my thoughts. I have to go and leave her be if this is what she wants. I tried to tell myself with tears in my eyes. Not knowing how long I had already sat there, I rose. I thought about walking away, but noticed myself going around the house, looking from the windows.

The house was large, and with every step, I asked myself: What the hell am I doing? But I needed to know.

When I reached the backyard, I saw them through the large living room windows. Mia was on the floor, her legs spread. The man was lying on his stomach, his head between her legs. He was eating and fingering her pussy. I could see how she massaged her large breasts, and I heard her loud moaning. The full glass door was partly open, and for a moment, I thought I would go in and stop them. But why would I have done that if this is what she wants?

I had seen enough, but my legs refused to move. I couldn't stop staring at her. I heard her heavy breathing as she pushed the man away from her crotch.

"I want your cock inside me," she sighed.

When he turned on his back, and she rose to squat over him, she saw me. Mia took a hold of his hard cock, spreading her glistening pussy with her fingers, keeping her eyes on me. Nothing in her demeanor changed. She didn't even flinch. She just straddled the man, guiding his bare cock inside her pussy.

For a second, she closed her eyes, sighing deeply, but when she got his entire shaft inside, her eyes were on me again. She wasn't smiling this time, nor did she seem angry. The only emotion I could interpret from her face was the immense pleasure the cock gave her as she took the shaft inside her.

She rode furiously leaning on his chest and the man kept squeezing and sucking her large tits hanging over him. I had seen enough. I turned to leave, breaking our gaze as I heard her shouting.

"Don't! Not yet! I'm cumming... Oh... Oh my god I'm cumming. Look at me, baby."

I turned to look at her, and our eyes met once again. I could hear the man moaning, "Come for me, baby, come for me. I'm looking at you."

But I knew Mia hadn't said those words to him. She kept her eyes on me for as long as she could before her orgasm started. Her whole body convulsed as she came. I watched as she reached the peak. Judging by the sounds, the man came inside her at the same time. When she collapsed on top of him, I walked away.

As I slowly walked to my car, I was a complete mess. My cock was rock hard, but my brain was hurting. I had tears in my eyes, and I sat in my car for a long time before I drove away.

***

Mia called me two hours later.

"Alex," she said, with a calm voice. "Can you come pick me up? I'm ready to go home now, baby."

When I started to protest, she interrupted me. "I know, baby. Please, just come and pick me up. I need you."

I stayed silent for a long time before telling her I'll be right there.

When I got to the house, she came out immediately. I didn't even look at her when she sat in the car. I didn't want to show her that I had been crying.

"If you still want to talk with me, maybe we could go somewhere?" she asked quietly. I didn't answer, but I drove back to the beach where we had spent the wonderful day. I thought it would be a good place to talk.

"Where do you want to begin?" she asked when we sat on the sand.

"I don't know Mia. I'm confused about all of this. Don't you understand, I am falling in love with you already, and then you --" She stopped me by pressing her finger to my lips, leaning on my shoulder, and taking my hand.

I saw tears in her eyes. "You love me?"

"Yes."

"No one has ever said that to me... meaning it."

"I don't know if I mean it anymore. When we were here today, I was sure, but now."

She nodded, understanding that what I had seen had been hard on me.

"Why don't you just tell me the truth, Mia? Is this a game to you? Are you making fun of me in some weird way?"

"No. I'm not making fun of you. This is me, Alex. This is who I am. What you saw tonight is part of me."

"What are you trying to say? Are you always going to cheat me? Fuck other guys behind my back?"

"I hoped I wouldn't have to cheat. I hoped you would." She paused, not finishing her sentence.

"I would what?"

"You would accept I need to do it with other men also."

I didn't know what to say.

"Would you still love me then?" she asked. I didn't know what to answer, so I just stared at the waves.

"Why did you stay and watch me earlier?"

"Because you asked me... Why did you?"

"I wanted you to see who I am and what I need to do. When you were watching... It felt... I mean, your eyes on me felt so unbelievable. It was you, who gave me that orgasm, not the cock inside me."

I pressed my gaze. I thought about the sight that had made my cock rock hard and at the same time pain run through my body.

"Why haven't we fucked yet? You haven't rip off my clothes like from other men and you haven't fucked with me. Why?"

"Because I don't want to fuck with you." She pressed her finger to my lips again when I started to protest and continued.

"I want us to make love. I don't want you to fuck me like those other men do."

"There is a difference?"

"Yes, there is a big difference, Alex."

"So what is it you feel for those men that fuck you?"

"Lust, the need to get their cocks inside my pussy and mouth, I crave the experience, but afterward I don't feel anything for them. They are just a way for me to satisfy my needs that are with me all the time."

"Why wouldn't I be enough? I could satisfy your needs and give you the love you deserve, that I deserve."

"I have tried it, Alex. To be with just one man, but..."

"So you have been in a serious relationship?"

"Yes. Twice. But they didn't last. I just couldn't control myself."

"Did you cheat on them?"

"The first one, yes."

"Tell me what happened. Maybe then I can understand you better, because I really want to understand you."

She pressed herself against me even tighter, and told me about her first boyfriend when she was just eighteen.

"One night, I was at this party with my boyfriend, much like where we met. We went there together, but my boyfriend spent most of the time with his friends and left me all by myself. There was this one older guy, some football player who eyed me all evening, flirting, and he approached me. He said to me directly that he wants to fuck me."

She stopped for a moment, and I asked her to continue and be truthful.

"No one had said it to me like that before, and it got me so fucking horny. I tried to look for my boyfriend, but didn't see him, and then the guy just took my hand, taking me to this empty room. I let him rip my clothes off and asked him to fuck me. I wanted it so much. Two of his friends came to the room when he was pounding me, and when he came inside me, I pleaded for the others to fuck me too."

"I guess it was when I understood how much I love and need cock. It was when the third guy fucked me from behind when I saw my boyfriend watching from the door. He didn't say anything, and I could see he was angry, but... I don't know... with him looking, I came so hard. Just like with you today."

She presses her gaze. "I know it's selfish, but deep inside, I somehow hoped what you saw today would turn you on."

I looked at her, not knowing if I should tell her I had been rock hard when I saw her riding the bare cock. When I remembered how I had also been a total wreck mentally, I decided not to tell her.

"What about the other relationship? You said there have been two."

"It was a couple of years later. I loved him, and I really tried to suppress the want I felt for other men. Our sex was good, but it still left me wanting more, just like with every man, but he didn't want to hear it. I stayed faithful to him until one day, when we were at his parents' place, I met his father. He was so direct with his act on me and without saying it he made clear he wants me, and that made me so fucking wet Alex.

"Really? His father? You cheated on him with his father?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Please, don't judge me. You promised to listen, so you could understand me."

"I'm sorry. Please continue," I said, swallowing my thoughts.

"I didn't have sex with him then. The next week, when we got back home, I broke up with Jon. His father drove to meet me the same evening. He fucked me trough the night and I felt so satisfied and alive. That was when I decided I can't be in a relationship."

I turned to look at her in amazement. "So, what is this then? If you don't want a relationship, what is this we have between us?"

"I never said I didn't want a relationship. I said I can't be in one. When I met you, I wasn't planning on anything like this, but just like you, I liked you too much and couldn't let go. I knew if I told you what I am, you would never have wanted to talk with me and get to know me."

For a while, I looked at her without saying anything.

"The other nights during the week." I started and had to swallow before continuing. "Did you?"

She just nodded, and I understood she had fucked other men both nights.

"What's going to happen to us now, Alex?"

"I don't know Mia. I need to think about all of this. I need time. I hope you can give it to me."

I rose and walked away. I heard her crying. I was crying too.

Chapter 03 - Everything felt right. I knew I made the right decision.

The next two weeks were the hardest of my life when it came to relationships. I tried everything to get Mia out of my mind. I erased and blocked her phone number. I immersed myself in work, trying to keep my mind occupied.

After my friend Tom had heard I had been dating Mia despite his warnings, our friendship had broken down as well. I had to look at myself in the mirror countless times and ask myself: Had she been worth everything? I beat myself for not believing the things I had heard about her from Tom. Still, I wasn't too sorry Tom had revealed his true self, since the things he said to me on the phone were the kind friends do not say to each other.

Still, every time I managed to convince myself that she wasn't worth it, it took only a few hours for her to sneak back into my mind. Her gaze and beautiful eyes. Her laughter, smile and damn cute dimples. Her shy demeanor, intelligence, and ability to talk about everything. She had managed to make me fall in love with her, and it was difficult to let go of the feeling.

I also tried imagining the situations where I had seen her fucking other men. I reasoned that if I thought back about those incidents, it would create the kind of disgust towards her I needed to feel to be able to get her out of my mind.

It didn't work. Before long, I noticed that imagining her with all those men aroused me, and I got so hard. The sight where she had straddled the man on the floor, asking me to look, made me orgasm as I stroked my cock at the same time. It all confused me even more.

I spent hours and hours online reading articles and forums where other men talked about similar experiences, where their wives or girlfriends either already enjoyed or wanted to enjoy sex with other men. I even participated in some of the discussions, explaining my situation to them.

I chatted with a few men who had gone through the same with their wife or girlfriend as me, and I received support from them, but most messages judged me or made fun of me. They called Mia a whore and me the pathetic cuckold.

I knew what a cuckold was. Even Tom had called me that in our last phone call, laughing at me. I had never thought I would be one, let alone dreamed of it like some other men seemed to do. For me, the reason to even consider it was simple. I loved Mia. I wanted her in my life and in order to get her I needed to accept her need for other cocks and men.

The reaction Tom had when I admitted I had dated Mia made me consider what others would think of our relationship and me. It obviously wasn't a secret that Mia had sex freely with multiple men and wasn't hiding it. If it became public knowledge that I was her boyfriend, how would people see me? Would they laugh at me, mock me, call me the cuckold I would be?

Would it matter to me? Did I care what they thought about me?

My father had always taught me the most important thing in life was to be at peace with the choices you make. Be truthful to yourself and to others. Most of all, do not live your life as others expect you to live it, he had told me.

I admit, I did a lot of soul searching during those two weeks, and I realized I had never really explored my sexuality, instead, I had always followed the mainstream and agreed with what the other guys had said. Completely opposite of what my father had taught me.

I knew I was an odd creature among most men since I didn't want one-night stands and multiple partners, but it got me thinking that maybe Mia could offer me something others can never experience.

From what I had read, I already knew that being in a relationship where the woman has sex with other men requires open communication, absolute trust in one another, and unconditional love. Those were the basic ingredients I looked for in a woman and in a relationship.

As I learned more about my desires, I noticed myself thinking about her and the feelings she had created in me. Even those emotions I had interpreted as bad suddenly transformed into something arousing.

When I remembered how she had looked at me when she sucked the cock at the party or when she rode that other man, I could now recognize the immense pleasure in her eyes she got from me being there. She wanted to share the moment with me, even when I didn't understand it at the time.

I had to ask myself what could make a man happier than seeing his loved one enjoy so much because of the simple permission to enjoy with others? Thinking about her words when she said I had given her the orgasm with my gaze made me feel satisfied.

I realized that receiving that kind of satisfaction didn't necessarily require more than a presence, a look, a smile, or permission to enjoy without the fear of losing the love two people shared.

I started to fantasize about it. I pictured her at the party, between those two men, on the floor in the house, riding the cock furiously and orgasming as I watched her. Soon after those incidents that had made me cry and feel immense pain inside me turned into arousing situations I wanted to see again and again.

I imagined myself being there with her, cleaning her pussy after another man like in all those videos I had looked at. Reclaiming her when she had returned to me after having intense sex with another man.

I think I have never masturbated as much as I did during those two weeks. After one of those jerking sessions, I picked up my phone and decided to call, only to remember I had erased her number.

I cursed my hasty impulse to do it without thinking everything through first. Because I didn't want to wait a minute longer, I quickly put on my clothes and drove to her apartment.

***

As I stepped out of the car and began making my way to her door, a wave of uncertainty washed over me once more, making me consider turning back. However, a part of me insisted I wouldn't be able to find peace of mind unless I followed through with this. I still loved her.

I asked myself what's the worst that could come out of this? When I didn't find an answer, I thought about all the good that could happen, and I continued walking. I had to give us a chance, otherwise I wouldn't find peace. I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding. It took some time and another ring before I heard her coming to the door.

It wasn't her.

Some guy opened the door. He was naked, his cock still half erect, glistening with pussy juices. I froze. I saw Mia, behind him, in the living room, wrapping her naked body in a robe, trying to cover her large breasts. When she saw me, she panicked a little for the first time.

"Alex..." I heard her say before I turned and started to walk away.

"Alex, don't go. Please!" She ran after me, grabbing my arm with both hands.

"Please, Alex, come inside. I've missed you," she pleaded.

"Who the fuck he is?" The naked guy asked, looking at the show.

"Shut your mouth, Chris. Put your clothes on and get the fuck out of here," she yelled at him.

"Alex, just wait, let's talk," she said, trying to turn me to face her.

During the time we had been apart, I had run through this situation at least a hundred times, where I would see her with another man. I thought I was okay with it, but this came too soon. Too suddenly.

"You know I came to tell you I still love you," I confessed. I felt like I had nothing to lose anymore.

She sighed, like she couldn't believe what I had just said. I heard Chris burst into laughter.

"You can still say it to me. Please, come inside," she whispered in my ear.

"So this is the boyfriend," Chris said, continuing his artificial laughter, pulling his pants and shirt on. When he walked past, he mocked me.

"You know, your girlfriend has a super tight pussy, considering how many cocks she's taken inside it."

"Don't listen to him," Mia said quietly. "Please... come with me." She practically pulled me to the apartment and closed the door.

I sat on the sofa. There were pillows and towels on the floor. The towels had wet stains on them. Probably her pussy juices and his cum. Mia started collecting them, but I stopped her.

"Let those be, what's the point... I know already he fucked you there. Let me see them." I turned the knife in my own wound, I thought I didn't have any more. What about all those fantasies I had when we were apart? Those times I jerked off imagining this sight.

"Alex, we talked about this," she started, but I interrupted her.

"Yes, I know, you need to get fucked often. You need cock, a lot of cock."

She kneeled in front of me, trying to catch my eyes, but my head was hanging between my arms, so she raised my chin and kissed me softly.

"Yes, I do, but I also need you. I need your love, and I want to give my love to you. I've thought about you a lot in these past weeks," she said.

I raised my gaze when I heard her talking about her love. We looked each other in the eyes.

"But you just gave yourself to him. I can literally smell the sex in here... you did everything with him I wanted to do with you. Everything I wanted to share with you."

She looked at me, smiling, that shy smile again.

"Alex, look at me, please." She softly turned my face to hers.

"You know what I didn't do with him?" she asked, whispering and without waiting for an answer, she kissed me softly, lovingly.

"This. I didn't kiss any of them. You are the first man in years I have kissed. Other men may fuck me, but they will never have me like you can have me... if you want."

I looked at her, still a bit confused, but now I understood what she meant when she had told me about the difference between sex and making love.

She rose slowly and dropped her robe, and for the first time, she was completely naked for me. She took my hand.

"Come. I want you to make love to me." She led me to the bedroom.

I followed her in automation mode. I let her take my shirt off. She undid my trousers and took off my boxers, smiling when my semi-hard cock popped out.

"I love it." She gave my cock a soft kiss.

She rose and pressed her naked body against mine. We looked into each other's eyes for a long time, exploring the new sensation. Her breasts against my chest and her warm skin made my cock fully hard.

When she smiled that shy smile of hers, I had missed, I dropped my guard and decided to let everything go. I kissed her lips gently, letting my hands run on her soft skin. I kissed her neck, which made her moan softly. I lowered my lips to her breasts and nipples, just touching them gently. I felt the nipples get hard. I dropped to my knees, kissing and sliding my tongue on her soft belly. I kissed her pubic mound and the small patch of hair.

She slid her hands to my hair, pressing me against her.

"Alex... you don't have to." I knew I didn't, but I wanted to do it for her.

"Did he come inside you?" I whispered and continued kissing her inner thighs, but she didn't answer.

"Is his sperm still inside your pussy Mia?" I touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and made her tremble.

"Tell me..."

"Yes... he came inside me and... and..." I slid my tongue between her labia slowly, pushing it strongly against her wet pussy. Her knees almost gave out.

"How many times?"

"Twice... he came in me twice... Oh, Alex," she sighed when I pressed my mouth against her cunt and started eating her pussy. I sucked and licked and kissed, swallowing everything leaking out of her. I let her hear my aroused moaning, making sure she knew I was turned on by what we were doing.

"I'm cumming Alex," she moaned loudly.

"Eat my pussy."

She was now rubbing her cunt against my face and when she came a small burst of liquids sprayed from her pussy and she fell to knees right in front of me. I think we were both wondering what just happened.

" I can't believe you did that..." she panted when her breathing evened a little.

"You don't know how long I've dreamed about that?"

"What... that your boyfriend will lick your pussy after you have been fucked by another man?"

She blushed, and dimples appeared on her face again.

"Yes." She pressed her lips against mine and we kissed; this time our tongues were involved in a passionate expression of lust and love.

"Does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?"

"It means I'm ready to try. I still don't know if I'm able to give you everything you need."

She hugged me. "You have already given me more than any other man in my life."

"Please. Make love to me." She rose and we went to the bed, me between her legs. We looked at each other's eyes as she took a hold of my cock and guided it inside her. She was dripping wet and her used cunt felt amazing around my shaft.

I pushed my cock inside her slowly and just stayed there looking at her. She was so beautiful. I examined those eyes I had fallen in love with, her smile, which she gave me now, when I was finally inside her. We kissed gently, feeling each other's bodies, just enjoying the moment.

When I started to slide my cock in and out of her pussy I saw tears in her eyes.

"Are you okay, Mia?" I kissed the tears off her cheeks, still sliding my cock inside her.

She smiled even when the tears still filled her eyes. "I love you, Alex."

"I love you, too, Mia."

Everything felt right again, and I knew I had made the right decision.

To be continued in Chapter 4.