Re: Our story!

Post #2

“Hey again,

I’m off work today because I’m feeling under the weather, which I feel a little guilty about because I have next Monday as holiday. It has been good though because it means I have been able to make plans for her and number 35 this weekend. I really enjoy this anniversary because throughout the year though we can’t keep up all the ‘cuckoldy’ type stuff; sometimes she just wants to tell me I am her one true love until the day we die and sometimes I just want to hear that I’m the best thing she could ever hope for, but this day and the week or so running up to it she goes into overdrive.

In the last week of January, on the run up to her ‘Cheating Anniversary’, she emphatically loves to rub in how slutty and unfaithful she is. Normally, we’re still quite intimate, kissing and cuddling, but during this week I’m lucky to get a friendly hug. This year it has been particularly difficult though. 2012 she was on her year studying abroad, and so we weren’t physically together this time back then, so it didn’t feel like too much of a change. 2013 she had a date with a guy she met at a bar a few days previously. She kept talking about how excited she was and emphasising how good looking he was but this was very shortly after she completely broke it off with “N” the boyfriend that caused our ‘difficult time’, so she had spent a lot of time just before this telling me how much she loved me, considering there was a real scare that she was going to leave me for N.

The last few months have been very intimacy light in general. She finished university last June and went travelling for three months before returning here and moving in with me. When we first moved in we had once again become ‘used to’ being away from each other and the fact we lived together meant we didn’t try as hard, we kinda just felt we were spending time together. After a few weeks of living together, we both decided to make more of an effort but that’s when she met 35. I had been in my job for a couple of years now and had taken on a lot of responsibility so I was very busy. She had just started a new job and so she was putting in the extra effort to make an impression. In between this and her dating 35 our together time took a hit. I mentioned this to her and she playfully said, ‘I hope you’re not asking me to choose between you and 35? You know you wouldn’t stand a chance.’

I was a bit nervous she wasn’t joking, considering N, but I noticed she was a lot more affectionate for the next week and a half and made a real effort to do things with me in the evenings. However, I went on holiday for 10 days with my family. She was invited but she wasn’t entitled to enough holiday to come with us and go home for Christmas, as she had just started her job. I got the impression she spent a lot of time with 35 when I was away and by the time I got back she was referring to him as ‘boyfriend’. This coincided with me having an incredibly busy December. She had asked a few times when we could have dinner and drinks and we picked the 12th of December. We went out to a fancy restaurant then to a cocktail bar but I was really tired and we headed home by 10. I promised her an evening on the Saturday, where I cooked and bought a nice bottle of wine. We’d just finished the main meal and went to stroke her hand. She smiled a very genuine smile then ran her fingers through my hair before sitting up in her chair. I remember what she said almost word for word:

Her: I’ve missed spending a lot of time with you.
Me: I know, I know, I’m sorry. I have tried…
Her (interrupting): Don’t worry, I know you’re just busy. And really don’t worry because it’s given me and 35 some time to get really close.
Me: Yeah, I know. That’s… good?
Her: I’m just liking this arrangement, you know, I’ve probably seen more of him than I have you in the past few weeks.
My heart was genuinely racing at this point; I thought I was being broken up with.
Me: Are you… breaking up with me?
She looked like she was about to smirk but kept a straight face, which made me more relaxed.
Her: I can’t break up with you if we’re not together. I just need you to respect I have a boyfriend now.
Me: How do I do that?
Her: I think that hugs, a kiss on the cheek, etc these are all OK but I think it would be inappropriate to do more than that. Like cuddling in bed together.
I sensed the tone was jovial, so I joined in but I was a bit unsure at this turn of events.
Me: What? Since when do you care about inappropriate? You fuck around on me all the time!
Her: You and I were never a couple like 35 and me.
Me: Fine. You cheated on N.
Her (raising her eyebrow in a faux-disapproving way): That’s not your business and nor is it important. Just accept what I’ve said.

She stood up to fetch more wine but on the way she made a point of giving me a very big kiss on the cheek and a strong hug. We watched one of our favourite films and then she kissed me on the cheek and said, ‘Good night! See you in the morning.’ I should say we own a two bedroom flat; her grandparents are super traditional and since they were the ones that were going to put up a large chunk of her half of the deposit they would hardly have agreed if we had bought a one bedroom flat together. For their benefit the spare room was done up as if it she had been staying there and we never really changed it because it made it easier if she ever wanted to bring back guys, including 35; we sleep in ‘my’ bedroom, so she knows she can bring back an impromptu guest and I appear to be just a flatmate. Anyway, she went to ‘her’ bedroom and I slept in mine. This continued for Sunday and Monday night and as fun as it was (until this point she’d never actively excluded me – I’d been teased and she’d hide details of her encounters but that was more to regulate the flow of new dirty stories she had for me) the novelty wore of fast and I wanted to ask her how long this would continue on Tuesday evening. I came home and she wasn’t in the living room or our bedroom but I did notice the spare room door was closed so I went and opened it. She was putting on make up so it took her a second to notice me. When she did she quickly grabbed the coat and scarf she had laid out on the bed. Before she managed to put it on I did glimpse a very short black dress, which plunged to below her breasts and was completely open backed. I had never seen that dress before and the only time I’ve seen it since has been in the laundry basket.

Her: I could have been naked!
Me: So I’m not allowed to see you naked now?
Her (shaking her head and pouting): I’m just about to head out and see 35.
Me: Are… you sure it’s best to be spending the little potential alone time we have with him?
Her: He is my boyfriend.
Me: I’m being serious.
Her (moving closer to me and putting her hand on my arm): That is a serious point but, also, I don’t know when you’re free and I don’t want to sit at home every night waiting for you when I could be fucking my sexy boyfriend.
Me: I suppose.
Her (both hands on me now): But I am feeling a little tired today and maybe I could just stay here since you’re here. It’s just that 35 is going to his parents house for Christmas for two weeks. But it’s cold and I’m…
Me (kissing her on the lips – she didn’t move away and give me a disapproving eyebrow as she had the past two nights): Go. Have a lovely night.
Her (hugging me tight and whispering): Yours forever, even if you’re only second best.

That night her and 35 woke me up as they came into the flat a little tipsy. I could hear the sloppy sounds of kissing followed by the thump of bodies landing on the bed. I sat awake and recorded what I could onto an audio clip on my phone. He grunted her name several times and she she begged him to cum inside her. I particularly enjoyed her struggled screams of ‘I’m going to miss how good you make me cum’ as she did just that. It’s been about 6 weeks since then (though we were apart for around a week over Christmas) and I’ve spent a number of nights in ‘my’ bed. She’s semi-moved into the spare room such that she’ll get dressed there and if we’ve spent a nice evening together she’ll make a point of saying goodnight and going to bed alone. On nights where 35 is not over and I come home late, I do find her in my bed and she often cuddles up until we drift off.

So, as I said at the start of my very long story, this has made the run up to her anniversary (as opposed to ‘my’ anniversary which is the anniversary of the start of our relationship – it’s about a month before her cheating anniversary) quite a lot tougher because she’s gone from intimacy light to no affection. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure I could say it’s all getting too much, but it’s quite a novelty to have her actively avoid the sexual side of our relationship. She did get me a very expensive watch for my anniversary, in addition to some very nice work shirts I got for Christmas. She also suggested a number of things she wants to do with me, e.g. films, a particular restaurant we want to try, a pottery class, etc, all planned in the coming weeks after her anniversary. I think that’s her way of saying she’s also going to tone down things with 35 in favour of me.

I am looking forward to the weekend though. The plan is that I cook on Thursday for Friday, then I’m leaving straight after work on Friday evening for my friend’s house (haven’t seen him in years!) in another part of the country and travelling back on Monday (hence my day of holiday). Her plans are that 35 is coming over on Friday, they’ll eat the dinner I’ve cooked and presumably fuck relentlessly. On Saturday, she hasn’t told me what she’s got planned but Sunday, being the actual anniversary, based on our ‘traditions’, I can guess what will happen. Sunday she’ll get dressed up in lingerie I bought her, having sex all day in the lingerie. In the evening, using the credit card I left her (this is a new addition!) she’ll buy dinner from a nice restaurant before returning to sex. Throughout the day, she will completely ignore me so that she ‘can have quality time with her man’; she has promised she’ll delete any texts she gets without reading and hang up any calls I make. I do have a spare phone from when I lost one of my old phones and needed a temporary one, so we agreed that I can use that to contact her in an emergency. I did ask if that rule applied to Saturday and Friday evening and she said that texts and calls were likely to be ignored but not necessarily with such aggression as on Sunday. The exciting thing for me is that I get to ask about one new encounter that she previously hasn’t told me about. She has said that her and 35 stories are off-limits ‘unless they break-up’. I think she used ‘unless’ rather than ‘until’ to purposefully tease me because I’m pretty certain she doesn’t have plans to be with him forever! We discovered a time delay send option on her webmail last year, so she’s going to set it to send her sexy letter at a time on Sunday that I don’t know about. I have to let her know by tomorrow afternoon what I want her to tell me, and I’ve got a few ideas! It’s all really exciting.

– Proud”