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Unveiling Secrets

Lizzy's discovery of a mysterious message on Ben's phone sparks jealousy and curiosity, leading to a confrontation fueled by her sexuality. As Ben confesses his wild night with Justin, Lizzy takes control, using her skills to pleasure him and mark him as hers. Their relationship takes a new turn as…

Chapter 1

Lizzy awoke on Monday morning with a dull ache between her thighs and a sense of unease in her mind. The events of the past weekend replayed in her head as she stretched her limbs, feeling the familiar soreness in her knees and the tender spots on her back. She had gone a little too wild on Saturday night, succumbing to the charms of a mysterious barman with intense green eyes and muscular arms. It was a night of passion, one that left her with more than just physical marks.

As she lay in bed, her mind wandered to her boyfriend, Ben. They had been together for four years, and their relationship had evolved from a passionate, monogamous romance to an open arrangement a year ago. Lizzy had always been the more cautious one, hesitant to fully embrace the non-monogamy lifestyle, while Ben seemed to thrive on the freedom it offered.

Recalling the previous night's silence, Lizzy felt a twinge of annoyance. She had returned home at dawn on Sunday, her hair a mess and her makeup smudged, yet Ben hadn't asked a single question. He had simply smiled at her, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Welcome home, babe," before disappearing into the kitchen to make coffee. Lizzy knew he wasn't being malicious, but his lack of curiosity felt like indifference.

"Why doesn't he care where I was or who I was with?" Lizzy muttered to herself, her frustration growing. She had always been open and honest about her encounters, sharing every juicy detail with Ben. But he seemed content to keep his adventures to himself, leaving Lizzy feeling like an outsider in their own relationship.

As the morning sun bathed her room in warm light, Lizzy decided to take matters into her own hands. She waited until Ben left for his morning shower, then quietly grabbed his phone from the nightstand. She knew snooping wasn't right, but her curiosity and insecurities got the better of her.

Lizzy's heart raced as she scrolled through Ben's messages, her eyes scanning for any signs of deception. Most of the conversations were mundane—arranging dates with friends, discussing work, and casual banter with acquaintances. But one particular thread caught her attention.

It was a message from an unsaved number, dated a week ago. The message read, "I had fun last night ;)" with a playful emoji winking at her from the screen. Lizzy's stomach churned as she imagined Ben's wild night with some unknown woman. She felt a pang of jealousy, but more than that, she was worried. What if this was a sign that Ben was hiding something?

As she scrolled through the rest of the messages, her relief grew. There were no further exchanges with this mysterious woman, no evidence of ongoing communication. Ben hadn't responded, and the thread seemed to have died there. But the question remained—who was she, and what had they done together?

Lizzy's curiosity was piqued, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this story. She wanted to confront Ben, to demand answers, but she hesitated. She knew that if she did, it would reveal her own transgression—snooping through his phone.

As the day wore on, Lizzy's mind was consumed by thoughts of Ben and the unknown woman. She imagined their encounter, picturing Ben's muscular body intertwined with a stranger's, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She wondered if the woman had also woken up with carpet burns, a silent reminder of their tryst.

Lizzy's hands drifted to her thighs, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin, imagining Ben's strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. Her breath quickened as she recalled the barman's skilled touch, his fingers teasing her clit until she begged for release. She had been so wild that night, riding him with abandon, her nails digging into his back.

"Oh, Ben," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "What did you do with her?"

As the sun began its descent, marking the end of a long day of uncertainty and arousal, Lizzy made a decision. She would confront Ben, but not in anger or jealousy. She would use her own secret weapon—her sexuality.

That evening, as Ben walked through the door, Lizzy greeted him with a sultry smile. She wore a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Ben's eyes widened at the sight, his mouth going dry.

"Hey, babe," he said, his voice raspy. "You look... incredible."

Lizzy sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Ben," she purred, her breath warm against his ear. "About what you might have done with that woman."

Ben's eyes widened further, and he swallowed hard. "What woman?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"The one who messaged you last week," Lizzy replied, her hand sliding down his chest, her nails gently scraping his skin. "The one you had fun with."

Ben's heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel his erection growing beneath his pants. "Lizzy, I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his eyes darting around the room.

Lizzy's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Oh, but I do," she whispered, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock through his pants. "And I want you to tell me all about it."

Ben's resistance crumbled as Lizzy's hand worked its magic, stroking him through his pants. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he surrendered to her touch. "Her name was... Justin," he confessed. "We met at a bar, and things just... happened."

"Tell me everything," Lizzy demanded, her voice laced with desire. "I want to hear it all."

Ben's words tumbled out, describing the night in vivid detail. He told her about Justin's shy smile, her brown hair that framed her face, and her eyes that sparkled with mischief. He recounted how they had flirted over drinks, their hands brushing against each other, igniting a spark.

"We couldn't keep our hands off each other," Ben said, his voice thick with arousal. "We went back to her place, and it was... intense. She was so passionate, her body responding to every touch."

Lizzy's fingers moved faster, her own desire building as she listened. She could picture Ben and Justin, their bodies entangled, exploring each other's secrets.

"And did you fuck her, Ben?" Lizzy asked, her voice husky. "Did you make her scream with pleasure?"

Ben's eyes flew open, and he nodded, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "Yes," he managed to say. "She was incredible, so tight and responsive. I couldn't get enough of her."

Lizzy's hand moved to the zipper of his pants, slowly lowering it, her eyes never leaving his. "Show me, Ben," she whispered. "Show me what you did to her."

Ben's cock sprang free, already slick with pre-cum. Lizzy's eyes locked onto it, her mouth watering at the sight. She sank to her knees, her hands gently caressing his thighs as she took him into her mouth.

Ben groaned, his hands tangling in Lizzy's hair as she sucked him with expert skill. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her lips tightening around him as she bobbed her head, taking him deep.

"Fuck, Lizzy," he gasped, his hips thrusting gently, his hands gripping her hair. "Your mouth is incredible."

Lizzy's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she pleasured him, knowing that she was reclaiming him, making him hers again. She wanted to taste him, to erase any memory of Justin's touch.

As Ben's breathing became more labored, Lizzy increased the pace, her hand joining her mouth in a rhythmic dance. She sucked and stroked him, her free hand teasing her own nipples through the sheer fabric.

"I'm gonna cum, Lizzy," Ben warned, his voice hoarse. "Oh fuck, I'm so close."

Lizzy sucked harder, her hand pumping faster, determined to bring him to the edge. She wanted to feel his release, to taste his essence, and to mark him as hers.

With a guttural groan, Ben exploded in her mouth, his cum shooting down her throat. Lizzy swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, her hand milking every last drop.

As Ben caught his breath, Lizzy rose, her lips glistening with his cum. She kissed him deeply, sharing his taste with him, her tongue dancing with his.

"I love you, Lizzy," Ben whispered, his hands cupping her face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Justin. I was afraid you'd be upset."

Lizzy smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm not upset, Ben," she said. "In fact, I think I want to meet Justin."

Ben's eyes widened in surprise, and he chuckled, his heart racing with anticipation. "You do?"

Lizzy nodded, her hand sliding down to his hardening cock once more. "Oh yes," she purred. "I think it's time we explored this non-monogamy thing together."

And with that, Lizzy and Ben embarked on a new chapter of their relationship, one where their desires and fantasies would be shared and fulfilled, together.