What had I done? What if she actually enjoyed her time with Flash? The thought of Twilight actually going to Flash made my stomach churn.

I needed a distraction. I forced myself to get up and started clearing the dining room. As I washed the dishes, I couldn't stop picturing Twilight with Flash. Was she really going to meet him? What would they talk about? Would they... do more than talk?

I should stop her. I felt regret gnawing at me. I needed to stop this now.

But as I reached for my phone to call her, I hesitated. Would she even listen to me? Would I ever have a chance to realize my cuckold fantasy after? My cuckold fantasy was too thrilling to resist and I put the phone down.

As the minutes ticked by, I watched some mindless TV series, but I couldn't focus. I kept glancing at the clock.

Was I really okay with this? My fantasy was always just a fantasy. But now it was real.

My thoughts kept going back to Twilight and Flash. Was she kissing him? Touching him now? What an idiot I was to let her go to that bastard!

Finally, I heard the front door open. I shut off the TV and quickly stood up, hurrying to meet Twilight.

She came in staggering, clearly drunk, and looking completely out of place. Her hair was disheveled. And her clothes were slightly wrinkled, as if she had been through a storm.

She stumbled toward me. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She tried to stay on the edge of the table.

"Flash... help me," she slurred, her words barely coherent. My heart twisted at the sound of his name. Did she think I was Flash? The realization hit me like a slap.

"Twilight, it's me," I murmured, but she didn't seem to hear. Her eyes were half-closed. She was lost in some drunken dream she was experiencing.

But before I could say anything else, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine with surprising intensity, making my thoughts scatter.

I could taste the alcohol on her lips with a faint, unfamiliar scent. It took me a while to figure this out what it was. Cum. His cum! First, I felt a surge of anger and sadness well up inside me. The taste was unmistakable — unpleasant, salty.

She'd come back with the cum of another man on her lips, and she was kissing me with it. I couldn't help but continue kissing her. The realization sent a wave of pleasure straight to my penis, making it start to grow, despite the fact I had just had an orgasm earlier.

I don't like the taste of cum. I've even tasted my own, but I disliked it. But now, tasting the unpleasant saltiness from my lovely Twilight, I wanted more. I wanted to consume it all from her.

Twilight pulled back slightly, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. "Walk me to bed, Flash," she murmured.

My heart ached at the sound of his name again on her lips, but I swallowed my feelings and nodded, guiding her towards our bedroom.

As I laid her down on the bed, she pulled me close, her voice a soft whisper. "You... you were amazing tonight," she mumbled, her words barely coherent. "Better than... than that loser Anon."

Her words stung me.But at the same time, hearing her praise another man while humiliating me made my cock throb.

The taste of another man's cum still lingered on my lips. What had I done? Had I really wanted this?

As I laid Twilight down on the bed, her breathing slowed, and soon enough, I heard her soft snores. A strange curiosity bubbled up inside me. Could I do anything with her now?

I decided to take a closer look. Slowly, I began lifting the hem of her skirt. My heart pounded like a drum. The fabric revealed more and more, until I realized that she wasn't wearing any panties at all!

And as the skirt rose higher, I saw it — faint traces of his sperm, glistening in the dim light. It was undeniable, stark against the fabric, a silent testimony to what had transpired.

My eyes drifted to her vagina, still wet and slightly reddened. It confirmed what I had suspected — she had been with Flash tonight, and it was clear they had done much more than just talk.

She actually had sex with Flash! His arrogant penis had been inside her pussy! My mind reeled. I couldn't stop imaging his hands on her body, his lips on hers. And I felt a strange urge to masturbate.

I glanced at Twilight and a daring idea came into my mind. What if I put on her clothes? The idea thrilled me to the core.

Twilight's wardrobe was right there. The closet door was slightly open, alluring me in. I began to undress her, removing her skirt and shirt. The clothes were warm from her body and carried her scent.

Then, feeling a rush of boldness, I crept over to her closet. I rifled through her clothes, quickly found a pair of her pink cute panties. I picked them up, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers. I liked their lace trim around the edges and a small bow at the front.

I glanced back at Twilight to ensure she was still asleep. I hoped she wouldn't wake up and catch me in this shameful moment. Her gentle snoring reassured me. I slowly pulled the panties up my legs. They were small for me, fitting snugly and stretching tightly around my hips. My cock could barely fit into these tiny panties.

Then I reached for her skirt. When I pulled it on, I realized how short it was. The fabric felt foreign to my skin, and I could feel the cool air on my exposed legs. Adjusting the skirt, I felt a wet spot on the hem — evidence of the night she'd spent with Flash, her used pussy had left a telltale cum mark. The sensation was so unsettling.

I picked up her shirt, a light, white top that smelled faintly of her perfume with the scent of Flash's sweat. The thought of her being close to him, his scent lingering on her clothes, made my penis ache.

The shirt was too small for me. The fabric clung to my body, barely covering my chest.

Finally, I grabbed her shoes — simple flats that were a bit too small for my feet. I forced them on, wincing at the tight fit. Standing there, dressed in her clothes, I felt like an idiot, I couldn't deny I liked her clothes. I liked the forbiddenness of it. My cock throbbed uncomfortably against those tiny panties.

Suddenly I heard a soft whisper from the bed. My pulse quickened, fear coursing through my heart. Has she seen me? I glanced at Twilight. She stirred slightly.

What if she woke up? Would she be angry? Disgusted? Or maybe... intrigued?

Wearing Twilight's clothes felt surreal, almost like stepping into another world. The rough taste of Flash's cum was still on my lips.

I looked at the mirror, and the sight made me cringe. What was I even doing? The clothes were too tight. The skirt is too short. And the shoes pinched my feet. The idea had seemed exciting at first, but now it just felt foolish.

I looked utterly ridiculous. I felt like a little girl secretly playing a dress-up game in her mother’s room. A wave of shame washed over me.

But quickly another thought crept into my head. Maybe I did look silly, but who cared?!

I looked at Twilight. She was sleeping, snoring lightly from the alcohol. I turned back to the mirror, feeling a strange surge of confidence

I decided to try posing sexually. I tried to arch my back, stick out my hips, and pout. But instead of looking seductive, I looked like a caricature.

What if Twilight saw me like this? She’d be furious.

I tried to mimic the poses I’d seen in magazines. I glanced over my shoulder at the mirror. It felt ridiculous, but I couldn't deny I liked it a lot. I imagined myself as Twilight, flirting with another man.

Biting my lip, I bent over, spreading my legs and glancing back at the mirror. "This ass definitely needs a good cock," I thought to myself, shocked by my own thoughts. Why was I thinking this now? I’d never liked men before. Yet, there was a strange allure in this idea for me.

My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, brushing against the sensitive dickhead. I couldn't help but imagine a man's hands there instead — rough, demanding, taking what he wanted without hesitation.

I pictured strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me close, the heat of his breath against my neck. I imagined the weight of his body pressing me down, his sweat that drove me crazy. I had never been attracted to men, yet the fantasy had been so vivid, so consuming.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if Twilight caught me like this. I imagined her eyes widening in shock and then narrowing in anger. She'd probably yell at me, call me a complete degenerate.

The tightness of her skirt, panties, and the wet hem around my hips, combined with the softness of her shirt against my skin, felt so enjoyable. But I couldn't stand in front of the mirror all night. It was time to go back to her. I took one last look at my reflection before turning away.

The sight of Twilight lying there, naked and so available, still bearing his cum was intoxicating. It was wrong, but the urge was too powerful to resist. I climbed onto the bed, careful not to wake her.

I spread her legs, leaning in closer. The smell hit me instantly — her vagina carried the distinct scent of his sperm, mingling with the acrid tang of urine and, unmistakably, the faint odor of her shit.

I remembered, after today's dinner, when I had licked her pussy, her anus hadn't carried that scent. It had been clean, almost sweet in a way, just the normal sweat smell.

She’d devoured plenty of those baked eggplants I made and I suppose and they were definitely having an effect on her guts.

She must have pooped while she was with Flash and hadn't wiped herself properly!

My cock throbbed uncomfortably, straining against her panties at that image. The thought of Flash fucking her with her ass still dirty turned me on so much!

I started licking her slowly, savoring the forbidden taste, my tongue exploring every inch of her dirty anus and pussy.

Twilight shifted slightly in her sleep, her body reacting unconsciously to my ministrations.

My tongue flicked in and out of her wet folds. I glanced up, waiting to see if she’d stir. Twilight's eyes remained shut. A strange sense of disappointment washed over me. It was almost as if I wanted her to wake, to catch me wearing her used, sweaty clothes.

Why did I want her to wake up? To catch me like this? Part of me longed for that, to see her face flush with disgust and rage.

I inhaled deeply. The scent of the other man, the taste of Twilight's poorly wiped anus, the feel of her panties clinging to me — it all combined to push me over the edge.

The taste of her shit, the smell of Flash's perfume on Twilight's pussy — it was so addicting. I stroked myself faster.

With a moan, my cock started spasming in my hand. I watched as thick ropes of cum spurted out, splattering across the pristine sheets, creating a sticky mess on our bed.

The room was silent except for the sound of my heavy breathing and Twilight's soft snores. The scent of the other cum and her shit still lingered in the air. I felt the familiar shame again.

Feeling tired, I put her clothes off from me, and lay down into our bed. Twilight lay peacefully. I wrapped my arm around her warm naked body.

I couldn't help but wonder. Would she remember the night with Flash?

(To be continued)

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