Comfort Zone

This is a cuckolding story that focuses on cruel betrayal. If that isn't the kind of story that you like, then I would suggest skipping this one!

Just for fun, this story has multiple endings! One "canon ending" and two alternate endings, one that explores a lighter scenario, and one that is much darker. Let me know what you think in the comments!

I hope you enjoy the story!

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Paige and I are just, on a fundamental level, two very different people.

If one thing defines my girlfriend Paige, it's her lust for life. She loves excitement: Meeting new people, going to parties, exploring the city and going places she's never been, trying things she's never tried. Anything that is a new experience. Paige wants to see it all.

I don't have the same instincts. My idea of a good Friday night is curling up with a TV show or game and binging until I pass out. In other words, I'm a homebody. Even my introverted friends sometimes called me a stick in the mud before I met Paige.

So how did we get together? It's a good question: it surprises me that we ended up together too. Paige, in typical Paige style, was taking a computer science course for the sheer hell of it: because it was something she knew nothing about and she felt curious. Surprise surprise, by the end of the first month, she was struggling a little with the coursework.

Paige is a fucking knockout. Stunning blue eyes that are always alight with a hint of mischief, messy raven hair, and plump, kissable lips that make guys fantasize just by looking at them. Not to mention a slim little body that still has curves in all the right places. In other words, she's so far out of my fucking league that we might as well live on different planets as far as dating is concerned. Or so I thought.

I genuinely didn't have intentions of asking Paige out when I offered to help her study. I just didn't have the balls to assume a super-model-level beauty like Paige would be interested in me. But she not only jumped at the chance to study with me, but got really interested and invested in me as a person when we did meet up. Soon, she was asking me to hang out and come to events with her that had nothing to do with homework. I was floored when she kissed me one night after a concert she invited me to. Even after hanging out regularly for weeks, I still couldn't register the fact that this gorgeous girl was into me. (Paige refuses to accept my doom and gloom about 'leagues', of course, loyally insisting that I am a handsome stud with an awesome body that she had been checking out since the first day of class.)

Sometimes I worry that Paige and I are just too different. We're like oil and water. She's the most extreme extrovert I've ever met, and she needs to be constantly meeting new people and doing new, crazy things. One weekend skydiving, the next weekend horseback riding. I, on the other hand, need peace and quiet and relaxation.

I brought this up to Paige once, and she gave me one of her loving, crooked smiles, pulling me close as we lay together in bed. "That's bullshit, babe," she whispered in my ear, hugging me tight, "We're not oil and water. We're peanut butter and chocolate. You anchor me and help me appreciate the smaller things. And I pull you out of your comfort zone and help you stretch yourself a little. Opposites attract, babe, everyone knows it."

Her loving answer to my anxieties was exactly what I needed to hear, and since then I've done my best to live up to my half of the bargain: to leave my comfort zone and stretch myself a little, while keeping Paige's feet on the ground.

So now I'm going to wild parties, and going bungee jumping, or whatever new experience Paige has lined up for us. Paige has delighted in pushing me further and further to try new things.

And not just for weekend activities. In bed too.

Paige brings the same philosophy to her sex life that she does to the rest of her life. She always wants to try new things and explore new sensations. And I have to admit, adventurous sex is an area that I find a lot more fun than wild parties and extreme sports. We tried it all. Bondage. Exhibitionism. You name it, Paige has at least floated the idea that we give it a try. I had to train myself to be a good dom when Paige went through a submissive kick, becoming first her "Master" in bed, then her "Daddy" when she wanted to explore kinkier fantasies.

Later, she became interested in becoming a dom herself. And that's how the whole problem started. Paige was willing to try anything, and frequently did research on different kinky sex games to play with a partner. So naturally, she eventually discovered cuckold fantasies.

And, like I said, Paige was willing to try anything once.

When she brought the fetish up to me, I was lukewarm on the idea. She didn't suggest actual cuckolding, of course. Just a little roleplay dirty talk to explore how it made us feel. It didn't make me insecure or surprised at all to hear her suggest it. Like I said, Paige was addicted to sexual novelty, so her interest in cuckold roleplay didn't mean she was thinking about other guys. I had heard of cuckolding before, but it had never really interested me. Why would I want other men fucking Paige? I didn't put much thought into it beyond that.

But I remembered my part of the relationship. I had to get out of my tight, restrictive comfort zone, and stretch myself a little. What was the harm in a little roleplay? If it was a dud, it wouldn't have been the first time that a bedroom experiment had fizzled with no harm done.

So that was how I ended up naked, lying back on our bed while my gorgeous girlfriend lay snuggled up to my side, squirting lube into her hand and staring at me with eager eyes and a mischievous smile, ready to spin a dirty story about how bad she wanted to fuck other men.

"You know, babe," she said mildly, running her fingers teasingly over my half-erect cock, leaving shining, oily trails on my skin. "I was thinking about how you're always saying I'm out of your league..." Paige leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my ear, then whispered in a low, heated voice, "... and I think you might be right."

Her sultry voice and the light touch of her fingertips on my cock were doing their work, and my cock was rapidly stiffening. "I think maybe I could go out tonight and find a different dick to try out with no problem at all. And you knoooow how much I like trying new things, babe." For the first time, I felt a little stab of jealousy as I noticed that Paige's cute little nipples had grown as stiff as my cock. They scraped against my arm, hard as pebbles, as Paige finally wrapped her palm around my cock.

I had been hoping that we would quickly decide this whole fetish was silly and give up, but it was clear that something about this was turning Paige on. It was hard not to feel a little strange when the thought of cheating on my was making my sweet girlfriend so horny.

"I mean, why settle for this?" Paige asked with a lopsided grin, giving my cock a dismissive little slap, "When I could shop around a little and find a real monster?" The thought of Paige going out to a bar and bringing home a stranger felt wrong and deeply unpleasant. But it also felt... dirty. Filthy and arousing in a way I hadn't anticipated. The thought of my sweet, affectionate girlfriend treating me like I was beneath her held a sick fascination, and the fact that this demeaning talk was turning her on only added to that feeling.

"You would still take me back, right, Daddy?" she asked with mocking sweetness, batting her eyelashes over her beautiful blue eyes as she increased the pace of her squishy, oily handjob. "Even after I let a big, bad man have his way with me? Would you welcome me home with a kiss, even if you didn't know where my lips had been that night?"

I grunted and shifted. Paige's hand suddenly felt really good on my throbbing cock. Her eyes lit up with excited interest. Shit. If she thought that I enjoyed this too much, I would never hear the end of it. I tried to calm down and look as disinterested as possible, even as my diamond-hard erection gave me away. "Maybe you could soothe my sore little pussy with your tongue, babe," she suggested wickedly, moving her hand faster and faster. "And I could tell you all about the things a stranger did to your girlfriend that you would never ever be able to manage with this little thing."

I breathed heavily in and out of my nose and closed my eyes, trying to tune out the stimulus and avoid climax.

"But then again," said Paige, her voice dripping with amusement, "Why look for a stranger when I already know lots of guys who would be more than willing to take care of me? Ooh, how about... Liam? We've kissed before. Did you know that? And based on his performance then, and the shape I felt pressed against my thigh, I think we would be great in bed."

My eyes flew wide open and I came. Buckets. It was mortifying: Paige giggled in shocked glee as I spurted out one of the biggest loads of my young life all over her hands and my body. My hips strained against my girlfriend's tight grip and an involuntary groan of twisted pleasure erupted from my open mouth.

Ok so, backing up a little... I fucking hate Liam King. There's no man in the entire world that annoys me more. Maybe that hatred is a little unearned. It's not like Liam killed my dog or something. He's just a cocky prick that I have to deal with on a semifrequent basis: the computer science major at my college isn't huge, so you end up taking a lot of classes with the same people again and again.

Liam rubbed me the wrong way from the beginning. Picture a computer science major. Sometimes, the stereotypes are rooted in the truth. A lot of computer science types are, to put it generously, not the most popular kids on campus. I like to think, despite being a little boring, I buck many of those stereotypes. But If I buck the stereotypes, Liam shatters them. With his chiseled good looks, rippling muscles, and unshakeable confidence, he makes women swoon when he walks into a room. He's a major player in the campus party scene, a serial womanizer, and, most unforgivably, the wunderkind star pupil of the entire computer science program.

If he had just one flaw or weakness, it would be a lot easier to write him off. But Liam seemed to succeed easily at whatever he put his mind to. He was the favorite of all the professors, and it was easy to get overshadowed by him whenever you were unlucky enough to share a class. Even before that particular hand job, I sometimes reflected that I was lucky Liam didn't happen to be taking the class I shared with Paige. He would have been all over the gorgeous girl in class from the beginning, and who knows what would have happened.

There are some people who are great at everything but are actually really nice and humble. If Liam was like that, he would be annoying, but harmless. But that isn't him at all. Liam isn't just perfect, he's an egotistical prick too. He never misses a chance to rub his success with women and academics in everyone's face.

So the sudden filthy image of my girlfriend running to the cocky, good-looking guy that I hate... fucking him because she sees him as better than me, just like everyone else does... it flipped a switch in me. The idea was wrong, and upsetting, and painful, but it was also dirty and taboo and deeply arousing. It caused the same feelings all of her other cuckold dirty talk did, but turned up to eleven.

When I saw Paige biting her lip with thrilled excitement, her hand dripping with my thick jizz, I knew that I had made a major fuckup. When Paige finds something interesting, she really latches onto it. It will become her major obsession for a while before she finds her next thing. When she found out we both liked Daddy roleplay, for instance, that was all she wanted to do for a month before she got bored. And I could tell by the light in her eyes that cuckold dirty talk was her new thing.

When Paige got this way, the only thing to do was ride it out and wait for her to discover the next obsession. I could only hope that this focus wouldn't last long.

"Well, Ole Faithful," she teased playfully, wiping her filthy hand on my chest, "I was going to say I would grab you a wet wipe, but I don't think that will do the trick this time. Let's take a little shower just you and me, babe." With a wink, she rose from the bed and swayed seductively toward the bathroom, beckoning me to follow.

As Paige turned on the hot spray and pulled me beneath it, she finally noticed my sullen mood. Her lips pursed together into a pout. "Awwww, c'mon, Daddy," she said softly, hugging me from behind and pressing her still-stiff nipples into my back. She still slips back into calling me Daddy in private when she's trying to butter me up. She knows how much I like it. "Don't pretend that you didn't enjoy our little dirty talk session. There's almost a gallon of evidence that you loved it," she added with a giggle, rubbing her hands over my stomach to help wash away the sticky mess there.

"I don't know babe," I said with a grimace, cringing away from her ticklish fingers. "It's just... it was a little intense, some of the stuff you were saying. I'm not saying that it didn't turn me on, but it also made me feel a little, I don't know, bad at the same time."

"But that's what's fun about it, Daddy!" insisted Paige, gently kissing my shoulder. "Pushing the boundaries a little is what this was all about. It's always a little uncomfy when you leave that safe little comfort zone. But that's where all the excitement is. Besides, you know that all the stuff I was saying in there was bullshit. That's the point! I don't want to have sex with other guys, just the same way you aren't actually my Dad, dummy."

I sighed and relaxed a little. She was right of course. Just because my girlfriend is good at dirty talk doesn't make that dirty talk true. But there was just one line that stuck in my mind a little. "So you never made out with Liam King?" I asked.

"Oh..." said Paige, a little surprised by the question. Then she paused. And my stomach swooped and flipped with sudden shock. "No... sorry, babe. That was true. I threw in a juicy fact to spice things up."

"Oh my God," I groaned, covering my eyes with my hands. It was an awful revelation, that the love of my life had been... sampled by the guy I hated most in the world. Paige wasn't aware of how deeply I loathed Liam, but she did know that I disliked him, which was probably why she had added it as a spicy twist to our dirty talk. "How?" I asked, unable to stop myself, "Why?" My traitorous cock, despite just cumming, began to twitch and stiffen, to my mischievous girlfriend's obvious glee.

Her hands snaked around me and began slowly pumping my cock again beneath the cascading warm shower water. "Oh my God babe, so it's not just a cuck thing... it's also Liam in particular," she observed with a giggle. I cursed myself for focusing her obsession further. "Well, unfortunately for you, you little perv, it's not much of a story. We were both at a party. We were both drinking. We were both single. We had nothing better to do. That sort of thing happens at parties all the time."

I breathed heavily as Paige's expert fingers brought me back to full stiffness. "S-so, before you met me, you made out with Liam King," I asked her to confirm, like probing a sore tooth with your tongue because you can't help it.

"Wellll..." said Paige thoughtfully, her voice dripping with teasing malice, "Not exactly."

"What?" I asked, my heart racing, "What do you mean?"

"This happened after we met," she whispered in my ear. My cock twitched powerfully in her slim hands. "But before we started dating, obviously," she added in a more normal voice.

Still, the thought was upsetting. The cute girl that I was getting attracted to, who I had invited to study with me, went to a party and made out with a guy I hated that same weekend.

"Did... did you have sex with him?" I asked, my mouth dry and my cock tingling in my girlfriend's hands.

"Of course not," said Paige dismissively. "I would have told you that in my dirty talk if I had... but I thought about it." The admission sent another spiral of dark lust through my belly, and I found myself close to orgasm once again.

"And you wanna know what happened between me and Liam after that, Daddy?" my girlfriend asked in a sultry voice.

"What?" I asked, bracing for the worst.

Paige spun me around, looking up into my eyes with a fond smirk. "Nothing, idiot. Because I started dating a great guy that makes me happy. Now, fuck your girlfriend like you mean it, Daddy. Outside of silly fantasies, this pussy is all yours."

As twisted and dark as the cuckold roleplay had been, the sweet, tender aftercare sex was cathartic and wholesome enough to make up for it.

But Paige didn't forget her new favorite bedroom game, and, even though I felt conflicted about it, cuckold roleplay became a heavy staple in our bedroom beginning that night. And every time, Paige would make me cum to some filthy talk about her and Liam.

Which is probably why things happened the way they did two weeks later when we went to our first rave.

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A rave.

Paige didn't give me much of a warning for this particular outing. She came to me Thursday evening after a girl's night with a friend, practically vibrating with excitement about the opportunity to try something new, and informed me that we would be spending our Friday night at a trendy club, experiencing a rave for the first time.

She looked starry-eyed as she described the pulsing lights, the live DJ, the pounding rhythms.

I couldn't stop imagining the head-splitting volume, the late, late end time, and a crowded venue of people drunk... or worse. But I let my annoyance out in one long exhale. If I made my decisions about what to attend based on if they sounded like a hassle, I would never leave the house.

I smiled and summoned up some excitement to share with my loving, grinning girlfriend.

So that was how I found myself waiting in the living room for Paige to finish changing, nervously adjusting the most "rave-worthy" outfit I could find in my closet. Just a tight shirt that showed off my slim, lean build and a pair of ripped jeans. Nothing incredible, but I hoped it was fashionable enough to pass without comment. I fidgeted absently with my phone, sitting on the couch in the familiar position of boyfriends everywhere: waiting for my girlfriend to finish getting ready.

I turned as I heard the bedroom door finally creak open, revealing Paige in her stunning rave outfit.

Her makeup was heavy and immaculate, and she had chosen big, eye-catching golden hoop earrings tonight. She wore a skimpy black bikini top that accentuated her firm little breasts just as much as it hid them, and the only other thing she wore on top was some sort of mesh sleeves and a tight black choker, leaving her toned, flat tummy exposed. Below, she wore a tiny leather miniskirt and ripped fishnet stockings

The overall look was somehow stylish and cute while at the same time trashy and oozing red-hot sexuality. My mouth fell open, and Paige lit up at the stunned expression on my face as she swayed across the room.

"Somebody likes my outfit," she giggled, leaning over to give me a sweet kiss, treating me to an incredible view of her cleavage in the process.

"Do people normally dress that slu... I mean, like that at raves?" I asked incredulously, my eyes roaming over my girlfriend's sexy, exposed body.

"Well, some people don't" admitted Paige innocently, stepping back to preen and show off a little for my fascinated gaze. "But I wanted to give my boyfriend a little eye candy tonight." She turned a gave me a wicked wink over her shoulder. "And if some other boys get a little taste of that same eye candy, what's the harm in that?"