Unexpected Threesome (FFM, choking, domination, cucking, cumswapping)

*For context, Vixen is my primary partner and we’ve been in an open relationship since early 2019. This story happened in mid-2019.*

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Vixen and I decided to attend a popular local Munch, which is a social meet up for people within the BDSM community in a vanilla environment. We tend to do this monthly if we’re available and in the right headspace. This particular month had been stressful and extremely busy for us, so I personally hadn’t expected anything untoward. However, we were supposed to have a big night on the night before, but to our extreme disappointment, it ended extremely early. So, we had a drive to enjoy our Saturday night as much as we possibly could.

Arriving, we almost immediately had an amazing time, with lots of laughs with new and old friends. I personally really enjoyed convincing our friends to come along to their first Munch. All of this said, despite the setting it was a very innocent and unassuming night.

Rebirth (MF, punishment, cheating)

“You’re dead to me,” I plaintively state, venom dripping from every word. With each new word formed and projected through my mouth- the pain, anger, frustration, disappointment and cold callous hatred can be felt in the air as they hang there. “You don’t deserve our love and you never did.”

It’s been two weeks since that moment. Two weeks filled with revelations, pain, anguish, anger and disgust. Two weeks since those words drove a knife into your heart. Two weeks since the final blow was struck, ending what was once a beautiful union.

What had been done in the twilight hours of the relationship was monstrous. And yet, I can’t help myself but to still care. I can’t help but leave my heart open. I hate it. I hate this feeling. This terrible hopefulness and empathy. Every excuse has been flung at the wall, but nothing’s stuck. The wall has just gotten darker with every passing day.

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