An Involuntary Start

[antyhowacc]

Note: Seem like interest is waning. Perhaps stop after this ep2 ends?

Chapter 7

“Ugh, just come inside, inside! Ugh, ugh” Z replied erotically, having prepared morning-after pills after the previous incident. Hearing her sensual answer, both B and D could not hold it in any longer and came. B spewed his goons into Z while D shot on of the grass patch in front of him. Signaling D to quickly get away, B pulled down the front of Z’s top and hugged her in post-sex bliss to buy time for D to get far enough.

First time allowing a man to come inside her, Z was surprised when she felt hot spurts filling her insides. It was weirdly comforting although the guilt of letting another man come in her quickly overcame Z. Her boyfriend had always insisted on a condom with her, hence she had never felt how warm cum would be like in her life. Z decided that the sensation wasn’t half bad, certainly beats swallowing, especially if it was too bitter. Z then felt a tight and warm back hug from B as they both recovered from their intense session. When Z finally regained vision, she was glad to see that everything around her was as before, internally rejoicing the good luck that no one had came across them having sex in public. It was indeed exhilarating to be fucking in this open and public a place, unlike the usual staircases and handicapped toilets and a small part of Z was silently grateful that B had pushed her into having this wonderful experience.

Having taken nothing off, Z was prepared to leave when B halted her while zipping up his own fly.

“Take off your FBTs and your panties” B commanded.
“What.. what?!” Z stammered
“I think your t-shirt is long enough, besides, who is here to see you?” B assured.

It felt weird stripping in public, something Z was taught her whole life not to do. Sliding off her bottoms in one fell swoop, Z was completely bare below. Weirdly, Z felt even more shy to be butt-naked in public than having anyone man in her with her clothes on. She found that her t-shirt is indeed long enough to cover her lady parts, although they will undoubtedly expose themselves if she moves too much. She realised how comforting the cooling air is on her now slightly sore pussy and bruised thighs. She also realised that her t-shirt is now soaked, clinging tightly to her shapely form in the night. Satisfied that she was somewhat adequately covered Z held onto B in the same way they had come, to journey back to where B’s car was, looking just like a couple.

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Chapter 8

Having moved less than a few steps, Z begin to feel a drop trickling from between her legs and quickly told B “B, I feel something flowing down my legs. I think that's your cum leh, I never even let my boyfriend come in me before lor”. Smiling back in response, B lifted his hands that were originally on Z’s waist and stuck two fingers into Z’s vagina from the back. “There, that’ll stop it” B snickered as he wriggled his fingers, sliding them in and out of Z in the journey back to his car.

They walked past a sleeping drunkard, who was actually D pretending to be asleep. D stole at a glance at the couple, noticing how the guy’s hand was still in between the girl’s legs and smiled to himself. “Today is a lucky day” D thought. Having witnessed what he did, with no names, no contact, no evidence and perhaps never again in his life, D was silently grateful at the good fortune he had.

Back in the car, B tossed Z’s FBT and panties to the backseat, leaving her only with her t-shirt that is beginning to dry. Claiming to save the environment, B opted not to on the air-conditioning, instead leaving the tinted windows down on the drive back to Z’s HDB. Z climbed over to willingly gave B car head at his request on the way back. This leaves Z’s lower body fully exposed with her knees on the passenger car seat, ass and pussy up in the air while she engulfed B’s gear stick with her mouth. Gravity also pulled both Z’s oversized t-shirt and her boobs down, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Drivers on the left would be treated to Z’s upraised pussy and ass, with streaks of dried cum on her milky white thighs and some hints of her dangling mounds. Drivers on the right on the other hand, would be treated to Z’s full downblouse, and her moderate blowjob skills. Fortunately or unfortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road and Z arrived safely back home.

“Well, I guess I have a fuckbuddy now” Z posted on Whisper as she reminisced on what just transpired. A part of her can’t seem to stop wondering what would have happened if someone walked in on them. Would she have hurried to stop in embarrassment, ashamed that she had been lusting openly? Tucked her tail between her legs and ran? Or would she have gotten hornier, exposed out there being seen skewered by a man, enjoying the additional attention? Z honestly do not know anymore, a part of her wishing that she’ll never find out.

-End of Ep2-

[0oSkylineo0]

Originally Posted by antyhowacc

Chapter 8

Having moved less than a few steps, Z begin to feel a drop trickling from between her legs and quickly told B “B, I feel something flowing down my legs. I think that's your cum leh, I never even let my boyfriend come in me before lor”. Smiling back in response, B lifted his hands that were originally on Z’s waist and stuck two fingers into Z’s vagina from the back. “There, that’ll stop it” B snickered as he wriggled his fingers, sliding them in and out of Z in the journey back to his car.

They walked past a sleeping drunkard, who was actually D pretending to be asleep. D stole at a glance at the couple, noticing how the guy’s hand was still in between the girl’s legs and smiled to himself. “Today is a lucky day” D thought. Having witnessed what he did, with no names, no contact, no evidence and perhaps never again in his life, D was silently grateful at the good fortune he had.

Back in the car, B tossed Z’s FBT and panties to the backseat, leaving her only with her t-shirt that is beginning to dry. Claiming to save the environment, B opted not to on the air-conditioning, instead leaving the tinted windows down on the drive back to Z’s HDB. Z climbed over to willingly gave B car head at his request on the way back. This leaves Z’s lower body fully exposed with her knees on the passenger car seat, ass and pussy up in the air while she engulfed B’s gear stick with her mouth. Gravity also pulled both Z’s oversized t-shirt and her boobs down, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Drivers on the left would be treated to Z’s upraised pussy and ass, with streaks of dried cum on her milky white thighs and some hints of her dangling mounds. Drivers on the right on the other hand, would be treated to Z’s full downblouse, and her moderate blowjob skills. Fortunately or unfortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road and Z arrived safely back home.

“Well, I guess I have a fuckbuddy now” Z posted on Whisper as she reminisced on what just transpired. A part of her can’t seem to stop wondering what would have happened if someone walked in on them. Would she have hurried to stop in embarrassment, ashamed that she had been lusting openly? Tucked her tail between her legs and ran? Or would she have gotten hornier, exposed out there being seen skewered by a man, enjoying the additional attention? Z honestly do not know anymore, a part of her wishing that she’ll never find out.

-End of Ep2-

Should continue, it's a nice story, I'm always waiting for u to update it...


Wonderful story!

[EasterlyWind]

Fantastic story TS, please do continue!

[douchebag55]

Nice one bro!! Looking forward for more!!

[antyhowacc]

Note: Here we go on Ep3!

Chapter 1

Z sat there flustered as weeks flew by again without any contact from B. She was finding it hard to keep up the appearance with her boyfriend, especially when she no longer loves him, and craves another man instead. She begin to find replying her boyfriend’s messages a chore and his mushy words too corny. Soon, her first response was to ignore them as they came, only to steel her will and type up a half-hearted reply much later.

Z had thought that there was something between B and her, with them being all lovey dovey when it was just two of them. Had everything that happened between them just a fluke? Was B just using her as his sex toy? His slut? Thoughts and questions like this raced across her mind as Z sulked. B on the other hand seem to be perfectly fine, continuing his daily life as per normal based on his social media updates, which irked Z.

Z would reach for B’s gift as she thought about what they had done. She later realised that the vibrator was powered by an app that could be downloaded on her phone, and frequently utilised it when her boyfriend was not around.

Once, on a weekend afternoon in her room, her boyfriend had suggested they do something kinky, requesting for Z to put on her JC school uniform, with significant differences. She had to leave the top two buttons open, revealing only a slight cleavage as her breasts were not very pronounced, alternating between A and B cup depending on the particular brand or design of the bra. Naturally, her boyfriend had asked her to put on a lacy one, with some paddings within for her to produce a slight cleavage. Her school skirt was hiked up by folding the top inwards three times, leaving the edge way above her knees, revealing her milky white thighs that stretched into her long slim legs. She put on black-framed glasses, instead of her usual contact lens and tied up her long hair into a ponytail to portray the demure, slutty schoolgirl waiting to be fucked.

Revealing her get-up after acceding to all of her boyfriend’s requests, her boyfriend wasted no time tearing every down, annoying Z after all the efforts she had put in. Quickly proceeding to the next steps, Z began to miss B’s length and girth as her less endowed boyfriend slid in and out of her. Trying to avoid being a dead fish, Z tried her best to imagine that it was B that was fucking her instead in a attempt to drum up some vigor, but to no avail. It simply wasn’t the same.

Wondering what to do, Z realised that her boyfriend had not discovered that her passion was lacking and came up with a wicked idea. “Well, he wanted something kinky didn’t he?” Z thought, “It’s not my fault then!”. Putting on her best slutty look with pouty lips and innocent reluctance, Z begged for her boyfriend pull out and cum in her mouth instead. Her boyfriend jumped on the idea and quickly withdrew, no being one to reject such excellent ideas, sitting back on the bed instead and waited to be served...

[want0nmee]

thanks for the update

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 2

Instead of jumping onto his dick immediately, Z headed for her drawer to retrieve the pink C-shaped vibrator that B gave her. Addressing her boyfriend’s surprise at a toy he had never seen, she quickly assured that she was feeling playful one day and rashly bought it over the internet. Handing her phone over to him with the app turned on, Z quickly stuffed herself full, instantly reliving the experiences of the night in the park, imagining it was B playing with her instead.

Compared to when her boyfriend was humping her previously, Z got much wetter after she inserted the vibrator, as if with it brought along everything B had done to her. Resting comfortably both within her and on her clitoris, Z crawled over teasingly, reaching for her boyfriend’s dick. Removing the rubber still encapsulating the engorged member gently, Z enthusiastically devoured it, trying to imagine it was B instead, while her boyfriend had all the fun trying out the different modes of the vibrator, earning many lustful moans from Z. Z had her own fun too, comparing the only two meat-sticks she ever had in her life. In both size and girth there was a clear winner and Z found that she could deep-throat her boyfriend much easier, exhibiting more control over her boyfriend, manipulating his pleasure with each of lick and suck according to her whims.

Z enjoyed her task with vitality, fantasizing how it would feel to be blowing her own boyfriend, while B was fucking her from behind. The constant tempo changes in the vibrator within her only aided her imagination, helping her to give one of the most sensual blowjob she had ever given her in life. Horny, wet and pleasured, Z gave plenty of eye contact, staring at her boyfriend intermittently as she licked and sucked, wondering how her boyfriend would feel and react if B was fucking her right there while she continued blowing him.

The mind-fuck was intense and the session only ended after Z blew her boyfriend to completion, requesting him to fuck her with the vibrator until she came. It certainly heightened her arousal, seeing her boyfriend unknowingly and busily trying to use a toy another man gave and used on her in order to try and give her an orgasm.

After what felt like 5 sensual and intense minutes, Z rewarded her boyfriend’s hard work with a loud and sensual moan as she came, squirting, wetting the sheets and surprising herself in the process. Oblivious, her boyfriend brimmed with pride thinking how his efforts had caused his girlfriend of many years to finally achieve such a feat.

Z’s phone lit up and vibrated as a new WhatsApp message came in, interrupting their thoughts. She had completely forgotten that the university clique was meeting tonight for dinner, followed by some board games at one of the girl’s apartment. Z hurriedly tidied up herself, kissing her boyfriend goodbye, internally glad to be leaving his place and his company. While the session was no doubt enjoyable, having to face him and lie every second of her existence was miserable. Although Z would not like to admit, but she would much rather be facing B nowadays than her boyfriend.

[antyhowacc]

Note: This part is a little dry, and I frequently wondered why I bothered to type it. Nonetheless I believe it is for the better of the story, even if you do not subscribe to the same ideology

Chapter 3

Fast forward a couple of hours, the clique had decided to get takeaway and dine in the comfort of the friend’s house instead of an eatery outside.

A little background on the clique, there were a total of five people, four girls (including Z) and B. All of them were from the same university batch in a certain local university and each of the four girls are different and unique in their own way. Z wasn’t the prettiest among them, but she was the tallest, standing at around 167cm. She only had modest assets, but was gifted with great skin. She had an excellent complexion, smooth without much maintenance. Being someone who disliked the outdoors, she was also much whiter than the rest of the ladies. Often, her long legs were the envy of the others, being much longer and creamy smooth.

The girl whose apartment the clique has now arrived in came from a relatively well-to-do family. So much so that they could afford to allow their daughter to live separately from them, in an apartment located downtown all by herself. Here, she frequently stocked her fridge with her favorite alcohol and chocolates. The privacy associated with living in an apartment alone also allowed her unprecedented freedom sexually, frequently escorting those that caught her favor back to her nest for acts unsuitable in the public. The apartment wasn’t big, but had sufficient space for a master bedroom, a guest room, a kitchen, and a modest living room. It was furnished modernly, silver and white themes and contained the all important necessities a house needed for comfort.

The clique had gathered around in the living room, chatting happily about everything under the sun during dinner, alcohol flowing freely from the supply in her fridge. When it was finally time to bring out the board games, they had chosen to play Saboteur, a mining-themed card game involving rounds where dwarfs try to dig for gold and saboteurs try to prevent them from doing so. After a few rounds of fun and laughter, finger-pointing and slandering, Z felt the contents of the dinner stirring in her stomach uncomfortably. She requested to pull out when the round ended, to head for the water closet in her friend’s master bedroom toilet as the one common toilet seemed to have some flushing issues.

Being such close friends, her friend didn’t think twice before agreeing to Z sharing her intimate toilet. The rest quickly proceeded to the next round without Z, quickly turning the living room into a scene filled with plots and laughter while Z struggled within the confines of the toilet. Finally convinced that she could do no better to expel what perhaps should not have been eaten, Z left the toilet hurriedly, eager to re-join her friends out in the living room.

Opening the toilet door, Z was greeted by a scene of B turning his head towards her, after seemingly prowling the room for some time while waiting. Their eyes met and B smiled with malicious intent.

“Missed me?” B greeted...

[lobangkingz]

really like this story, support your thread ts.

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 4

Saying nothing more, B lurched forward towards Z, pulling a dumbfounded Z out of the toilet, into the master bedroom. Like a well-rehearsed drill , B swiftly turned Z around while they were both standing, wrapping his arms tightly around Z’s waist, specifically at the portion where her top had barely met the bottoms, exposing a thin line of skin around her waist. Z was wearing a grey, long-sleeved but thin, figure-hugging top with a slight V-cut in the front and high-waisted denim shorts designed to be casual and cooling for the Singapore weather.

Exploring both upwards and downwards, B littered kisses at the side of Z’s neckline as his hands went underneath her clothes. Reaching one of Z’s breasts on one hand and extending his fingers into Z’s neatly trimmed bushes on the other, Z offered no resistance, instead caressing the strong arms that were exploring her body with her hands.

“Are we really doing this here?” Z timidly asked. “Everyone else is literally just outside”.

Instead of answering, Z felt B’s hands stopping whatever they were doing and extracted themselves from under her garments. Slightly disappointed she caused B to stop with her question, Z was pleasantly surprised when she felt the edges of her top being tugged upwards over her head. Tossing Z’s top away, B wasted no time in proceeding to unclip her black bra next.

Understanding lit up in Z’s face as she begin to aid B’s attempt in stripping herself, and also hurriedly tried to strip B. The thought of having sex in a friend’s bedroom without her permission with all their friends outside was an instant turn-on for Z. She begin to wonder what would happen if their friends knew what they were doing, or worse, catching them in the act. After all, they all knew she was still attached to her boyfriend and regardless of how progressive Singapore society is heading, cheating is still largely frowned upon.

Before Z could finish her thoughts, she felt a tinge of shyness, realizing she was stark naked in the presence of B, with occasional laughter drifting in from beyond the door. She noted that it was beginning to get moist down there and that B was in a similar state of undress. Wondering if they were going to fuck on their dear friend’s bed, Z felt B pushing her in the opposite direction, towards the door of the master bedroom instead. Before she knew it, she heard a soft thud and Z was literally on the door itself. She could feel her sensitive nipples touching the smooth, polished wood. Z tilted her head so her right cheek was flushed with the surface of the door. Z’s hands were pulled high above above her head, firmly planted on the door by B.B filled her up her raw in a gentle stroke from behind as a soft moan escaped from Z’s lips.

Z could not comprehend what she was feeling. Here she was, completely uncovered, pinned to a door getting fucked by a man who had, once again, taken advantage of her. Yet she was so aroused, the additional friction stimulating her nipples as her whole body shook against the timber with each stroke. Outside, she can still hear her friends talking about the game, although she clearly knows the topic of conversation will soon turn to why Z and B were gone for so long. The thought of being caught in the act by their friends just turned up the arousal a notch for Z, struggling to keep her moans in. She noted mentally how every session with B seem to be so incredible arousing yet painfully so, having to suppress her moans every time when all she really wanted to do was to simply let her body take over.

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Chapter 5

“You feel looser and wetter today Z” B commented, surprised at how little resistance he felt penetrating Z, especially since as he had not engaged in much foreplay today, unlike his previous sessions with B. “Were you touching yourself in the toilet?” B pressed.

“No, no, i wasn’t!” Z frantically replied.
“Don’t you dare lie to me Z, you’re exceptionally slippery today” B taunted as he bit hard onto Z’s earlobe.
“Ernnnngh, no! Ugh, i wasn’t! I, I… had sex with my boyfriend earlier…” Z shyly stuttered.

Hearing Z’s admission only served to turn B on more, as the statement only served to spur on his alpha instincts and B started to have lewd ideas. He began to forcefully question Z as he fucked her roughly, paying absolutely no attention to the sounds he was making as he slammed hard into her buttocks.

B: You slut, just fucked your boyfriend and now getting fucked by another man. Have you no shame? Just how horny are you, bitch?
Z: Ugh, no, no, I didn’t want to do this.
B: I didn’t hear you resisting me bitch. So who’s bigger, me or your boyfriend?
Z: Ugh, you, you, unghhhh!!!
B: Who fucks you better?
Z: Youuu, ugh, you, much better, ahhh, harder, B, fuck me harder!

Hearing Z’s replies, B got a tremendous ego boost and approached his point of no return rapidly. Pulling Z slightly back away from the door, B went into turbo mode, with the piak piak sounds of flesh on flesh echoing loudly in the room until he came, deep within Z. Pulling himself out, B was satisfied to see a stream of white line dribble out from the centre of Z as he conveniently confiscated Z’s panties and beckoned Z to quickly get dressed and go out before the rest got suspicious.

Heading out in a hurry without B (who was supposed to come out a little while later to avoid suspicion), Z did not have sufficient time to check her appearance in the mirror. Instead, she came out looking exactly what she did not want people to think she just did. Cheeks flushed, panting breath, messy hair. It obviously raised a few eyebrows but her friends did not pursue the matter further.

B came out 5 minutes later, claiming that he took so long because he had to wait for Z to be done, which took an eternity before his own turn. Of course, the same eyebrows were raised, but no one felt comfortable enough to inquire further and the rest of the night continued.

Offering to send all the ladies home when the night ended, B intentionally chose to send Z last, allowing them to spend more alone time together after everyone left. B instinctively pulled Z over for some car-head, requesting that Z get completely naked this time while doing so (instead of allowing her to keep her top that didn’t cover much previously).

[0oSkylineo0]

Originally Posted by antyhowacc

Chapter 5

“You feel looser and wetter today Z” B commented, surprised at how little resistance he felt penetrating Z, especially since as he had not engaged in much foreplay today, unlike his previous sessions with B. “Were you touching yourself in the toilet?” B pressed.

“No, no, i wasn’t!” Z frantically replied.
“Don’t you dare lie to me Z, you’re exceptionally slippery today” B taunted as he bit hard onto Z’s earlobe.
“Ernnnngh, no! Ugh, i wasn’t! I, I… had sex with my boyfriend earlier…” Z shyly stuttered.

Hearing Z’s admission only served to turn B on more, as the statement only served to spur on his alpha instincts and B started to have lewd ideas. He began to forcefully question Z as he fucked her roughly, paying absolutely no attention to the sounds he was making as he slammed hard into her buttocks.

B: You slut, just fucked your boyfriend and now getting fucked by another man. Have you no shame? Just how horny are you, bitch?
Z: Ugh, no, no, I didn’t want to do this.
B: I didn’t hear you resisting me bitch. So who’s bigger, me or your boyfriend?
Z: Ugh, you, you, unghhhh!!!
B: Who fucks you better?
Z: Youuu, ugh, you, much better, ahhh, harder, B, fuck me harder!

Hearing Z’s replies, B got a tremendous ego boost and approached his point of no return rapidly. Pulling Z slightly back away from the door, B went into turbo mode, with the piak piak sounds of flesh on flesh echoing loudly in the room until he came, deep within Z. Pulling himself out, B was satisfied to see a stream of white line dribble out from the centre of Z as he conveniently confiscated Z’s panties and beckoned Z to quickly get dressed and go out before the rest got suspicious.

Heading out in a hurry without B (who was supposed to come out a little while later to avoid suspicion), Z did not have sufficient time to check her appearance in the mirror. Instead, she came out looking exactly what she did not want people to think she just did. Cheeks flushed, panting breath, messy hair. It obviously raised a few eyebrows but her friends did not pursue the matter further.

B came out 5 minutes later, claiming that he took so long because he had to wait for Z to be done, which took an eternity before his own turn. Of course, the same eyebrows were raised, but no one felt comfortable enough to inquire further and the rest of the night continued.

Offering to send all the ladies home when the night ended, B intentionally chose to send Z last, allowing them to spend more alone time together after everyone left. B instinctively pulled Z over for some car-head, requesting that Z get completely naked this time while doing so (instead of allowing her to keep her top that didn’t cover much previously).

cliffhanger much, lol...
when would Z break up with her current bf since she's already like numb of him...

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 6

Weirdly, Z hesitated. Although she had previously ridden the carousel openly in the park and just got plummeted into behind closed doors in her friend’s bedroom without permission, she was not quite ready to be fully naked outside. However, looking at how naughty and excited B looked after dropping everyone else off and how nothing seemed to have gone wrong the previous time, Z reluctantly acceded to the request, demanding that the windows be kept up this time. She did feel like people were staring at her previously, although she couldn’t know for sure. B was only too happy to oblige as he waited for Z to peel her clothes away, joyfully tossing them to the backseat whenever a piece came loose. Needless to say, B intentionally chose the long route back to Z’s place, enjoying the blowjob skills that Z seem to have brushed up.

Focusing all of her attention on B’s organic gear stick, Z felt B’s firm hand on the back of her head, forcing her down a little more than she could handle as the car came to a complete stop, presumably at a traffic light. Wanting to protest at the rough treatment, Z heard the unmistakable whizz of the windows lowering, followed by a gush of warm air onto her exposed pussy that was held high up in the air while she bent over the driver’s seat. Hurrying to lie flat to prevent further exposure, Z felt her head lit up on fire as she was plucked mercilessly upwards by her hair by the same hand that was pushing it down just seconds ago.

Frantically looking around, Z couldn’t decide which was worse, the pain of being picked up by her hair or the humiliation of surfacing, only to make eye contact with a male stranger in the next car staring straight at her. At parts of her she didn’t want just anyone to see, her full nakedness. Z froze, unsure of what to do, feeling exposed and once again like a cheap slut, a piece of meat used by men. It seemed obvious what she had been doing, with strands of saliva stretched from the sides of her mouth and her tits, uncovered and hanging out. Z’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment as the stranger cheered and B groped one of her mounds appreciatively in response. Fortunately the light turned green and B sped away, leaving the other car in the dust.

Little did Z know that B had intentionally chose to do those things at that particular traffic light because B’s car was first in line at the red light and there happened to be one car on each side of them. It wasn’t only the driver-side window that was whizzed down, but rather both. In other words, while Z’s attention was fully focused on the stranger in front of him, her rear left nothing to the imagination for the other driver on the left side of B’s car, who got a pleasant surprise.

“What the fuck was that B?” Z wanted to ask as the other car disappeared out of sight. Instead, Z’s face was simply thrusted right onto B’s dick once again, except this time, B held it there to shut Z up until they had reached their destination. Gagging and drooling on B’s dick, Z can’t help but to hold it there unwillingly, occasionally shifting her tongue around the intruder in boredom. Fuming by the time she was let up, Z prepared to give B a piece of her mind when B simply ignored her and reached over to tie her hands between the headrest of the passenger seat.

[antyhowacc]

Originally Posted by 0oSkylineo0

cliffhanger much, lol...
when would Z break up with her current bf since she's already like numb of him...

Pardon me, I'm trying to practice writing in more cliffhangers to keep the suspense up.

With regards to your question. I think the answer is an interesting one. I'm not sure about your personal experience in life, but based on mine (which is shallow and unenviable), many women reach a stage in life where they no longer know if they are staying in a relationship because (i) they love the guy; or (ii) they are just too comfortable, too used to being together with the guy. This applies to bf-gf, fiancee and even post-marriage stages.

Very often this leads to a behavioral bias known as loss aversion, where your current situation doesn't seem ideal, yet one refuses to abandon for the fear of the unknown. Thus, although written in my story it seems unlikely that a girl would go that far, I believe in real life it happens more often than you think.

In fact, I personally feel that this makes or breaks many marriages.

Hope this answers your question and keep these questions coming! I'll be happy to answer anything related to this fictional world I've created.