Next week, I kept my promise and took over the dishwashing duties. Twilight didn't say anything about it, but I could tell she liked that. I wanted to bring up the cuckold fetish again, but the fear of her reaction kept me silent. I decided to create a special evening that might set a more comfortable stage for the conversation.

Friday evening was all about setting the perfect dinner.

I set the table with her favorite dishes. The room now was filled with the delicious aroma. I also placed a bottle of red wine, and a vase of fresh pink tulips – her favorite flowers.

I turned on soft instrumental music which played in the background from our favorite radio station, Princess Luna (http://luna.ponyvillefm.com/listen/lunaradio/radio.mp3), through my smart speaker, creating a romantic atmosphere.

As I finished setting the table, I heard the front door open. Twilight was home from the university. She stepped into the dining room. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the room.

"Wow, Anon," she said. A smile spreaded across her face. "This is... amazing. But what's the occasion?"

I walked over to her, led her to the table. "I just wanted something special for you today," I said, smiling. "You've been studying so hard, and I thought we could relax and enjoy a nice evening together."

We sat down at the table and started eating. Twilight chose the Greek salad first. She picked up her glass, then took a small, hesitant sip.

She moved on to the main course — her favorite baked eggplant rolls stuffed with ricotta and spinach, topped with a Saffron Masala sauce. She seemed genuinely touched by the effort I had put into the evening, her eyes lighted up with delight.

Between bites, she looked up and smiled at me. "This is incredible, Anon," she said in a warm and appreciative voice. "You really outdid yourself." She took another sip, a little bigger this time.

"I'm glad you like my baked eggplants. I know You like it." I replied. "And I did my best. You deserve a little pampering tonight."

Twilight smiled, and our conversation flowed smoothly. I poured her another glass. Her eyes sparkled more with every sip.

After dinner, we moved to the couch. I felt nervousness. The conversation I planned to have looming in the back of my mind.

Twilight looked up at me. "It's been a while since we had a romantic dinner."

I smiled, watching her relaxed and slightly tipsy state. "I wanted to make this tonight special." I sat down next to her. This moment was right to take the next step in my plan. I felt a growing desire to be closer to her.

I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips pressed against mine.

As the kiss deepened, I could taste the wine on her tongue. I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against Twilight's ear, "Twi, I want to make you feel good tonight. Can I... lick you down there?"

She hesitated, looking into my eyes. "Anon, I'm not sure... I'm a bit dirty down there. It's been a long day, and it's... smelly."

I smiled at her, reassuringly. "I don't mind, Twi. I want to taste you."

She looked at me. Her eyes were full of uncertainty. After a while, she nodded. "Okay..."

She spread her legs and lifted her skirt, giving me a seductive view. I reached for her pink panties. I slid them down, revealing her hairy, wet pussy to me. The scent hit me immediately — sweaty, with a hint of urine, and undeniably arousing.

My penis reacted immediately.

I looked up at her and saw nervous anticipation in her eyes. "Twi, you smell so good. Don't worry." I murmured.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her wet, hairy, forbidden folds. The taste was slightly salty, and utterly intoxicating. My tongue explored every inch of her vagina, savoring her fluids mingled with the scent of her urine from the day. I delved deeper. Twilight let out a soft gasp.

Her moans grew louder. Her hands were tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. "Anon... that feels... so good," she whispered, her voice breathy and full of need.

Between licks, I said, "You know, Twi, a beautiful girl like you must have plenty of admirers. Any boys trying to flirt with you at the university?"

Twilight let out a laugh. Her fingers tightened in my hair as she pushed her hips closer to my mouth. "Oh,.. please," she murmured, her voice slightly slurred from the wine. "Some boys try to flirt, but I always shut them down. They don't interest me."

I glanced up at her, catching the slight flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. "Really? No one at all?" I asked again. I loved the idea of other guys wanting her and wanted to keep talking about it.

Twilight shook her head, a soft moan escaping her lips as I found a particularly sensitive spot. "No... you're the only... one for me, Anon," she whispered.

I kept kissing and licking her pussy, my curiosity about her past growing with each flick of my tongue. A deep dark desire pulsed between my legs, demanding that I keep going and ask her more.

Between licks, I asked again, "Twi, have you... been with other guys before me?"

She hesitated, her breathing ragged as I teased her clit. "Yes," she whispered, almost inaudibly. "I... I dated Flash Sentry and Timber Spruce before you."

Hearing their names ignited a surge of jealousy. My cock strained painfully, growing harder against my underwear. "What happened to them?" I asked. The thought of her with other men was incredibly exciting.

Twilight let out a soft moan. "Flash... he dumped me after our first date," she said, her voice carrying a touch of old hurt. "He said I was too awkward and not his type."

The thought of her ex using her stung me, but it made me even more determined to please her. I pressed my tongue deeper, savoring her taste as she gasped, her fingers gripping my hair tighter. "And Timber?" I prompted, sensing that this conversation was making her even wetter.

"Timber... he found someone else," she confessed. "A blond girl with... bigger breasts. He said I'm a board and a log in the bed."

The thought of her being compared and found inferior twisted my heart. "He's a fool." I said. "You're beautiful. Inside and out."

Twilight let out a soft giggle, but I could feel her getting wetter with each word. The conversation was clearly affecting her, making her more aroused.

"You're getting wetter just talking about them," I teased her. "Does thinking about your exes turn you on, Twi?"

She let out a laugh, her cheeks flushing even more. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But you're the one I want, Anon. You're the one who's here, making me feel so good. Anon... I feel so... turned on talking about this."

I could feel her vaginal fluid increasing on my tongue, her arousal palpable. Just what I wanted.

"Well, they're both idiots. You're so beautiful, Twi," I whispered. "And I'm so lucky to have you all to myself."

I couldn't resist asking, "Twi, did you ever... you know, with your ex-boyfriends? Did you have sex with them?"

Twilight hesitated, her breathing uneven. "Yes," she finally confessed. "I... I had sex with Flash Sentry on the first date with him."

The confession seemed to stir lust within her, making her even more wetter. "What was it like? Was his cock bigger than mine?"

The taste of her fluids was intoxicating, and I pressed my tongue deeper, eager to hear more.

"Yes... bigger, a little fatter..." She said, her eyes glazing over as she remembered with pleasure. "It wasn't anything special. We went to dinner at this fancy restaurant, and he was so arrogant. He talked about himself the entire time, barely letting me get a word in. And then, when the bill came, he just sat back and expected me to pay for it. He ordered the expensive dishes."

She paused, a look of distaste crossing her face. "He was such an asshole. He used me for a free meal and then... then he fucked me in his car afterward." The words came out with disgust and regret, and I could sense the pain in her voice.

I felt a pang of sympathy and anger for her. But the thought of her being with another man, especially someone who treated her so badly, was oddly arousing. "Can you tell me about his cock and how he fucked you? Did he... cum inside you?" I asked, my voice filled with need.

"We parked outside my home, and... and he just started touching me. I was too drunk and aroused to say no, and... He leaned over, kissed me hard, and then pulled off his pants... His cock was right there, thick, with pulsing veins, almost intimidating. The dickhead was swollen and dark. I couldn't help but stare..."

"He pushed me onto the back seat of the car, spreading my legs wide. And then he pushed his dick inside me. I gasped, it hurt a bit at first, but then... then it felt good. He was so big, stretching me, filling me completely."

Twilight moaned softly, her eyes closing as she relived the moment. "It felt... overwhelming. He was rough, thrusting hard and fast. I remember gripping the seat, trying to hold on as he fucked me."

She shivered at the memory, her body reacting to the retelling.

My mind raced with the image, my own arousal growing stronger. "What happened next?" I asked. My breath was hot against her pussy.

Her eyes were closed, lost in the memory. "He fucked me hard, fast, like he was trying to prove something. And yes, he came inside me, filling me up. I remember feeling it, warm and thick, and I knew it was wrong and I could get pregnant, but I couldn't stop myself from moaning and wanting more."

I licked her more eagerly, I liked the image of her being taken by another man. "Did you like it?" I asked.

She opened her eyes, looking directly at me. "I did, in that moment. But afterward, I felt used and dirty. He didn't even say goodbye. Just zipped up his pants and left me like trash. He treated me like shit."

"You're so wet, Twi," I murmured against her pussy. "Talking about this is really turning you on, isn't it?"

"You are an idiot!," she admitted. "I can't help it. My memory. It's making me so wet."

My mind swirled with curiosity. I wanted to know more about her exes, even if it was painful. Between licks, I decided to ask her again, "Twi, did you ever... have sex with Timber?"

Twilight hesitated. "Yes, I had a lot of sex with him too."

"Tell me more about him," I urged. "What did he do with you?"

Twilight took a deep breath. "He liked to humiliate me," she said, her voice trembling. "He'd make me get on my knees and lick his feet, smirking down at me like I was nothing. He'd push me further, telling me to crawl to him, then spread his legs wide. I'd have to lick his asshole while he laughed, calling me his dirty pathetic slut. And I did it, every single time, because... I loved him very much. I was happy with him, even though he treated me like shit. He made me feel... used, but in a way that made me want him more."

Twilight's eyes were distant, filled with a mixture of shame and longing. "He'd make me wear ridiculous outfits, things that barely covered me. Sometimes, he'd invite his friends over, and I'd have to serve them drinks, bending over just enough to give them a view. They'd laugh, whispering about what a good little toy I was."

Her words made my head spin. Her eyes met mine. "I miss him. I miss the way he made me feel, even if it was very degrading."

The thought of Twilight being dominated and humiliated by Timber made my arousal spike. My cock strained painfully against my pants as I licked her with renewed intensity. The conversation affected her too, and she became even wetter.

A daring thought crossed my mind. "Twi, have you ever thought about seeing them again? Flash or Timber, I mean."

Twilight looked down at me with surprise. "Why would I do that?" Her confusion was clear in her voice. "I told you they both treated me like shit."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my next words. "I know, but... what if you could see them again, just to talk? Or chat online. You could send them a message." My heart raced as I spoke. I liked the idea of Twilight meeting her exes, maybe even seeing her in those old situations again.

She seemed to consider my words, her brow furrowing slightly. "Anon, are you serious? You want me to... talk with them? Why?"

I looked up at her, my voice trembling with anticipation. "I just... I want you to have more friends, to be more social," I said, but even I knew it sounded hollow. She narrowed her eyes, seeing right through me.

Twilight hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I don't know, Anon. It feels... weird. But...If you don't mind. I guess I could text Flash right now. Why not?."

With shaky hands from alcohol, she grabbed her phone. I watched her scroll through her contacts until she found Flash's number. She quickly typed out a message. Her fingers hovered over the screen before finally hitting the 'send' button.

I felt uneasy. The thought of Twilight talking to her exes, possibly meeting them, was terrifying, but incredibly exciting. I wanted it so badly.

A few moments later, her phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen. "He responded," she whispered. "He's surprised to read a message from me, but... he wants to meet up."

A surge of excitement shot through me. "Do you want to?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Twilight bit her lip, clearly conflicted. "I don't know, Anon. This feels so... wrong."

She looked down at me. "You really want me to meet him?"

I looked up at Twilight. "Yes. Having friends is very important."

Twilight hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, Anon," she agreed. "I'll meet him, but ONLY to talk."

Her phone buzzed again. She quickly opened the message. "He sent me a voice message," she said quietly.

"Play it please" I urged. My voice was trembling with anticipation.

Twilight hesitated for a moment longer, then pressed play.

"I honestly didn't expect a message from you again, especially after our last date. I thought you were too snobbish for that. You chose that loser boyfriend of yours. He can't satisfy you? You're probably stuck with that pathetic loser because nobody else wants you. I remember how you used to look at me, Twilight. How you wanted me. Do you miss my touch, Twi? I bet you still do. It's hilarious, really. Still the same pathetic, prissy loser as always, huh? But hey, if you're feeling desperate, you know where to find me."

Twilight's hands shook as she held her phone. "He... he insulted me. He said... I'm a pathetic loser," she said with a shaking, very angry voice. The sting of his words felt like a thousand tiny needles piercing her confidence.

The idea of my lovely Twilight being talked down to like that, Flash's sheer humiliating of her, rudeness of his words sent a wave of pleasure straight to my dick.

Without even touching myself, I felt a sudden, intense orgasm ripple through me. I let out a heavy moan.

Twilight looked at me, then glanced down, noticing the spot of cum that had appeared on my pants. Her eyes narrowed in disappointment. "Really, Anon? You came just from hearing that asshole insult me?" she asked, her voice was dripping with contempt.

I felt a wave of shame wash over me. "I'm sorry, Twi," I murmured. "I couldn't help it."

She sighed, shaking her head. "I can't believe it," she muttered sharply. "You're really a hopeless pussy, you know that?"

She picked up her phone, typing a quick response to Flash. She glanced at me with pure disdain. "Looks like I'll need Flash's help today, honey," she said, her drunken voice dripping with mockery now.

I looked at Twilight, seeing the determination in her eyes. Her words stung deeply, filling me with jealousy and fear. This was real, and it will happen.

Twilight stood up. "Sorry, but I'm going to meet him. You stay here, clean up this mess, and think about your behavior."

I watched her walk towards the door, the moment I'd fantasized about finally here. But I wasn't sure I liked it. Regret washed over me. The thought of her being fucked by Flash terrified me now. I should stop her, but I knew I couldn't — and part of me didn't want to.

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