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“Babe, did you know Amanda started a ManyFans?”

These are the moments that life never prepares you for. The questions that arise like a grinning clown from around the corner in a horror movie and leave you with mental paralysis as you desperately try to find out what the hell to do in response. It was the type of question that could cause you to run from the room screaming. It was the type of question that could lead to you lashing out in fear. It was the type of question that could change a marriage forever.

Reclining in bed next to his wife, head braced awkwardly against his pillow, Keith chose to pretend to not quite hear what she said. He kept his eyes on his phone for a beat, a smart ruse to appear like the words on the screen held more interest than anything she just uttered. In reality, they had lost all efficient meaning. Turning his head up to Violet, he at last replied, “Hm? Amanda did what?”

Vi gave no indication that his deception paid off. She stared down at him, concrete eyes unreadable. Her back was against the headboard and her tablet rested on her semi-raised lap. Even if the device was visible to him, he wouldn’t have dared avert his eyes toward it.

“She started a ManyFans. Come look.”

With extreme trepidation, Keith sat up so he could better see his wife’s tablet. She held it out so they could examine the screen together.

“Oh, woah.”

“Did you know about this?”

Of course he knew about it. He had lusted and chased after Amanda for years to no avail. He was thoroughly familiar with her ManyFans sign-up page. He could describe in detail the account picture of her cute face and seductive smile; the cover photo that showed her upper body reflected in the mirror dressed in a sky-blue bra; and the blurry and unfortunately impossible to decipher preview images of the handful of sets available to subscribers. He knew — but how could he admit that to his wife?

“No,” he lied and forced his lustful eyes away from his former crush. “That’s wild. I never would have expected something like this from her.” That much rang true. A big reason nothing ever progressed beyond flirtations and what-ifs with Amanda was her self-consciousness and apparent lack of interest in relationships. She loved Keith’s affection and the attention he showered on her but never let anything to go much further than light teasing. Her launching something like this seemed almost out of character.

“Are you going to sign up?”

Keith wanted to scoff at the question. It was an absurd thing for Vi to ask and he was almost disappointed in her for asking it. What did she expect him to say? He considered subscribing countless times since he discovered the page. He ran through option after option of how to do it without risking Vi finding out but never figured out a foolproof method. But again, how could he divulge that information to his wife? Not only would it raise too many inquiries about his still-existent attraction to Amanda, but the idea of him wanting to pay money to see an old crush in her underwear when he was married to Vi and could have sex with her any time the mood struck, was quite possibly evidence for having him committed to an institution.

Violet had been the one to break him out of his obsession with Amanda. Although, it took a little while for that to happen. Early on, he didn’t pay too much attention to his would-be wife. An absurd fact in retrospect. They met while working at a local bookstore, him for about a year and her a recent hire just out of school. Vi would chat with him during downtime and ask him question after question about the job, despite others having worked there for longer. Embarrassingly, he missed all the cues. The soft smiles. The prolonged eye contact. The way she leaned against the counter across from him. Because now and then Amanda popped into the store asking to use his discount and dragged his attention away from his unquestionably pretty coworker.

The other employees eventually held an intervention to slap some sense into him. Their criticism of the way he let Amanda keep him on the line when a girl like Violet wanted to reel him in cleared his mind and eyes. He finally took notice of how Vi’s dirty blonde hair parted down the middle to frame her face; the natural pout of her lips that made them appear so kissable; the shape and length of her legs in cutoff shorts; and the thing he couldn’t believe he missed before, her absolutely enormous bust.

Asking Violet out to dinner was his first step away from Amanda. The toothy smile she flashed when he kissed her sent him into a sprint. And once he saw her naked, after that he never looked back.

At least until a few weeks ago. When Amanda launched her ManyFans.

“Come on,” Keith said with a small laugh. “I’m not signing up for that.” Violet continued to stare at him, long enough to make him a little uncomfortable. Unable to keep his relaxed expression going, he wavered and broke eye contact. “That would be—” Keith started to shift back to his spot but jerked to a stop when Violet tapped the signup button the corner of the site. He momentarily forgot how to breathe. “What are you doing?”

“If you’re not going to sign up, I am,” Vi said and began filling out the form. She rapidly typed out her information, including her credit card which she must have memorized. Within moments, she was ready to hit submit.

He should stop her. Do something to prevent time from marching on and for events to continue unimpeded. Neurons in his brain fired off telling him to yank the tablet away from her but his body refused to follow orders and he watched — not helplessly but intently — as his wife’s finger tapped the button. The requested processed and finalized and the page reloaded, the blurry images he spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to magic eye at last coming into focus.

“So, should I just look at them by myself?”

Violet’s voice snapped him away from the screen. Her expression remained unreadable but his own probably betrayed the excitement and interest coursing through him.

Keith truly hadn’t given Amanda much wondered in the last two years. Violet had captured every ounce of his attention and when they became serious, Amanda had drifted away from his mind and his life. She stopped coming by the bookstore, texted him less and less often, and eventually one day, they just ceased talking. The last time she came up was a little over a year ago, when Vi asked if they should invite her to the wedding. He had wondered she was testing him, but he had no qualms saying absolutely not.

Then she had to go and launch a ManyFans.

The potential of seeing the girl he lusted after for so long in her underwear and possibly naked was too tempting. An unrealized dream come true. How could he not suddenly have her back on the mind? Now his wife was serving that dream up to him on a golden platter. Maybe it was a trap, an illusion, but damned if he wasn’t gonna try and reach for it.

“If you’re going to look… I mean, I will if you do.”

Violent turned to her tablet and scrolled through Amanda’s posts.

Cosplay dominated all but one of the available sets. Keith remembered that Amanda all the time did enjoy dressing up, but some of the later costumes differed greatly from the first few.

The earliest post featured her as the classic Jill Valentine from the original Resident Evil and matched the more overtly nerdy style of the girl he knew. Naturally, Violet skipped over most of those pictures but spent more time on the ones that followed, where Amanda continued her more conservative looks as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Vi enlarged a close-up photo of Amanda reading a book, eyes contemplative and a finger on her chin. “She looks pretty cute in this one.”

In his head, Keith fully agreed. His old crush had styled her dark brown hair to match Belle’s at the start of the film and her near black eyes held a captivating spark behind them. Those expressive pupils used to constantly draw him in; they said so much with just a look.

“Yeah,” he finally managed to choke out.

Swiping through the rest of the images in the set, Vi appeared uninterested in the full-body shots of Amanda in the all-covering, ankle-length dress. She instead focused on ones of the other girl’s face, pausing for a few beats when it came up so they could both examine the finer details of her features. It was on one of Amanda smiling big and wide that things took a sudden and unexpected turn. If Keith believed life left him ill-prepared for the question that started all this, it left him beyond helpless to face what came next.

“I guess she has a nice smile.” As Violet spoke those words, one of her hands departed the tablet, snaked under both the covers and Keith’s pajamas, and wrapped itself around his semi-soft shaft. She had moved so smoothly, so deftly, that it looked like the most natural thing in the world for her to do. “I have to give her that.” Vi stayed on the image, moving her hand leisurely up and down her husband’s cock, almost massaging the meaty package as they stared at Amanda’s smiling face. It slowly grew stiffer and harder under her grip, and Keith sent a prayer upward for not already having an erection when she first reached for it. “I think it’s cause she has such a big mouth.”

The confused but aroused husband refrained from responding. He felt much safer letting his wife take the lead in this strange and unusual experience, but he immediately regretted that decision when her hand came to a stop, and she turned to stare at him. Another silence descended onto them, and Keith desperately wanted to think about what the hell was going on, to decipher his wife’s intents and actions, but the abrupt loss of stimulation clouded his already addled mind. He barreled through the haze, and simply hoped he had chosen the right direction.

“Yeah, it really suits her face.”

Vi returned her gaze to the screen and resumed her stroking. “Her smile or her mouth?”

“Both.”

“Hm. They definitely make it look better. Just the right size.” Keith nodded. “If it was any bigger, she’d kind of look a little horse faced.” Violet’s pumps increased in speed the moment of the insult. Not severely, but enough to illicit a gasp. She swiped to the next picture to unveil another of Amanda smiling, but this time even bigger. It appeared like it was taken in an instance of genuine delight, seconds away from a laugh.

“See? When she smiles like this, you notice how big her teeth are. Her bottom lip is plump and sexy but her upper one is kind of thin. Not like mine.” Vi turned to him and smiled sweetly, and Keith’s eyes were instantly drawn to his wife’s sensual lips. He nodded again, much more vigorously this time. Keith used to imagine Amanda’s mouth on his dick quite often, and by virtue of spilling so much seed over that wide mouth of hers, he wanted to object to his wife’s criticisms. But she wasn’t entirely wrong. And Violet’s thick lips really were far superior.

Vi swiped to the next photo and the next photo and the next after that. All the while, her fist pumped at Keith’s cock under his pajamas, and he panted soft breaths beside her.

As they neared the end of the Belle set, she stopped on a account shot of Keith’s crush pensive once more. Violet zoomed in a little closer, so the other girl’s eyes, nose, and mouth filled the screen.

“This is a perfect example. If she were smiling, she wouldn’t look as good. But with her oversized mouth a little more relaxed, her eyes oozing that longingness, she’s not bad.” Keith squirmed and gasped, the slick beating of his pre-cum covered cock almost audible from beneath the layers of cover. He was lost in the shallows between his wife’s confusing handjob and her harsh but somehow arousing words. Despite the intensity of her jerks, her speech was still casual and measured, without the barest hint of the ferocious urgency that she exhibited on his dick.

“It’s why her later sets look more posed in the previews… and probably don’t focus on her face as much. If she wants guys to cum to her, which I’m sure she does, she needs to appear less cute and natural and more like a needy slut.”

Keith’s balls tightened and cum spewed out of his tip, soaking into the fabric of his underwear.

Violet’s hand came to a stop as more and more thick jizz rocketed up her husband’s shaft and flowed like a volcano around his girth and her fingers. His clothes took the brunt of the assault, absorbing as much of the gooey residue as they could and leaving the excess to coat them in a layer of spunk. Keith felt almost like a teen again, cumming in his pants, except for the fact that it was his wife that brought him there and did so while they stared at a picture of his former crush, the words “less cute and natural and more like a needy slut” playing over the image like a soundtrack.

The last drop of spunk rolling down his cockhead, Keith quietly whispered “holy fuck” on repeat.

His wife withdrew her hand from under the covers without even glancing his way, and his slime caked underwear splatted onto his sticky groin. Closing out Amanda’s page, Violet rose from the bed and wordlessly sauntered toward the bathroom, licking some of the cum from her fingers. The door clicked closed behind her and he heard her turn on the faucet.

While Vi washed her hands, Keith caught his breath and reset his brain. He had just cum to pictures of his former crush. Even crazier, he had done so because his wife had jacked him off and perused her pictures with him. Before he could process that information further, Vi emerged from the bathroom with a smile on her pretty face. He knew he should say something, but his mind was still rebooting, and he just could not discover the words.

She slipped back into bed, kissed him on his cheek, and said, “Night. We can look at the rest later.”

Then she turned away from him and settled in, falling asleep a couple minutes later.

It took much longer for Keith to give in to slumber. He stayed awake, body immobile but head running around and desperately seeking the exact right way of phrasing what he wished he had asked his wife. Just as he numbed himself to the wet and now cooled sensation across his crotch, and sleep had wrapped its weighted arms around him, the words finally came: “What the fuck was that about?”

NSFW: yes

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