I was a cheater. But I thought that was okay because my girlfriend was a cheater as well.
I was wrong.
I was wrong and I wound up loving it.
Except for all the torment and pent-up lust.
The moment I cheated Perrin made sure to put me in permanent chastity so I wouldn't cheat on her again. But that didn't mean she couldn't cheat on me.
The worst part—and the best part—was that I knew she was cheating on me.
Originally published in three parts.
This is a 3**0,000 word male chastity novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on male chastity training, dominant women, female-led relationship, BDSM, cheating spouses, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
""What are we going to do?" She was in full panic mode. I didn't blame her. I wasn't sure if Perrin's cool was worse than if she had turned into a raging maniac.
"We're going to get dressed and you're going to leave," I said as calmly as possible. I tried to make it seem like I did this all the time. I didn't. It was the first time I had cheated on my girlfriend.
Technically it wasn't cheating, but still...
Tomi jumped out of bed and grabbed her bra and underwear. Her fingers were trembling as she tried to hook the bra together. I helped her. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, putting them on as she cast her eyes around the messy bedroom. Her eyes were wide and fearful when she saw that I was dressed.
"I left the rest of my clothes out in the living room!"
"Well, let's go get them," I said, heading for the door.
She stopped me, putting her hand on top of mine as I grasped the doorknob. "I can't go out there naked like this!"
"You're not naked," I said with a calmness I didn't feel.
"I'm in my underwear!"
