Ariana Cheats with Me

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Now I should say that I was dating a girl at the time, too, let's call her Jane. Nice girl, but not someone I should have been with, although she was friends with Ariana and kind of set this whole thing in motion, so she'll turn up a few times here, but never in a torrid threesome, more's the pity.

"John's an asshole," Jane said, while we were hanging out in the apartment, doing whatever we were up to.

"How so?"

She sighed.

"Don't tell him I said, this, OK, or Ariana either."

"Sure."

I didn't give a fuck, and I loved gossip.

"Seriously, don't, but also...I don't like him, I just don't. I've seen how he treats her, like he's the boss, and she, well. I shouldn't tell you this, so don't –"

"It's OK," I said, "I won't."

"Well, he doesn't even fuck her anymore."

"What?"

This was news to me. I mean, John and I never talked about sex, not with our girlfriends, but Ariana was so hot, and really flirty, with all that Latin blood, I guess, that I couldn't imagine any guy not fucking her eight days a week.

"He smokes too much weed, she said, can't get it up."

This was news too – getting high always made me horny, and I hadn't suffered from a boner malfunction since I'd taken those pills across the border.

"So why doesn't she leave him?"

Another sigh.

"It's not that simple, is it? She can't afford a place on her own."

Shit. I'd been in that situation before, and it sucked, and the thing was, I was kind in the same thing then, but in reverse. I made enough money, but Jane didn't, so I picked up the slack in all areas, and I resented that, wished she'd buck up her ideas or at least spend less on junk food and contribute more to the rent, maybe work out too, lose a few pounds and visit a tanning salon, get her ass and tits brown, like this Ariana girl.

It was one of things that made me sure we'd never get married, that I'd hold out for someone who pulled their weight, or at least made the effort to.

That and kept her body in check.

Still, I was feeling more generous then, was probably high as fuck, and my mind flashed with the idea that Ariana could move in with us, and I'd bang her and Jane, my dick moving between them both and them fighting over my cum, both them doing it for love, lust or the rent, I really didn't care.

I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't jerked off to that idea before, or thought about it when I fucked Jane, closing my eyes when ploughing her from behind and imagining her face down in Ariana's hot snatch, or thinking about this other girl licking my balls, then me pulling out and cumming all over her face.

"That's too bad," I said, "and I can't believe he doesn't want to fuck her, I mean..."

My voice trailed off as Jane stared like she wanted to punch me while drinking a beer and eating a big bowl of chips I'd paid for.

Yeah, a whole lot of things needed to change.