FLIPPED
By
Laran Mithras
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Flipped is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2020 - All Rights Reserved
Sometimes a woman stays with a cheating partner. They try to adapt to being cheated on. For whatever reason, she has decided she won’t leave him because of his infidelity. Instead, she begins justifying her reasons for staying. Maybe she loves him too much or blames herself for his affair. And in those cases, sometimes a true cuckquean is born who comes to enjoy the arrangement.
GEN Z slang
thicc = very curvy
CHAPTER 1
I love to eat.
It is a measure of success, in my view.
Gluttony and wealth go together like… I don’t know, Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, am I right?
Ruby rings, gold chains, and dripping turkey legs with mashed potatoes and cherry and banana cream pies.
I mean, it just all fits.
“Kirsten.”
But I wasn’t a glutton. Not really. I was more refined and focused. I needed food and took what I could. It was about my only comfort – except for my fiancé, the very dashingly handsome and charming Hudson Lange.
Mom and dad were proud of me for bagging such a perfect man for marriage. Truly, they had despaired of me ever getting married. The suggestion of course was that I was too fat.
I wasn’t fat.
I was just… jolly. Big. I was one of those big, beautiful women. I definitely had the breasts to show off to make up for the other… larger parts of me. Men liked that.
Even my fiancé, Hudson.
“Kirsten.”
My focus cleared somewhat from my reveries as I considered the contours of my last Chicken McNugget. It held a delectable dollop of sweet and sour sauce that curled ever so perfectly around the top – almost like the swirl of soft-serve ice cream on a cone. I popped it into my mouth fast as I realized my fiancé was addressing me. I chewed and made a noise. “Hmm?”
Hudson put down his phone. “Chaz and Savanna are coming over.”
I had heard him texting. “Oh? What for?” I quickly scanned over the remains of my meal for any leftover scraps. I didn’t want to risk leaving something behind when guests came to my condo: they might snatch it and eat it.
“Chaz just said he really needs to talk to me in person.” He shrugged his muscular shoulders. He was such a hunk and I had managed to collar him when everyone thought I would grow old single. And fat.
Maybe my Hudson wasn’t an absolute stunner, but he certainly wasn’t plain or ugly. His bold nose was just a little too pointed for me, but hey, I was taking what I could get. And I really dug his attitude about trying new things. He definitely promised new and exciting places to visit – and foods to eat!
I couldn’t wait.
The marriage was in April, just a few months away. The nineteenth, to be exact – my twenty-second birthday.
I licked my fingers for any errant sweet and sour drips, but found none. No matter, it always paid to be thorough. Never knew when you might find a tasty accident.
“Kirsten.”
“I heard you.”
He indicated my open bags and boxes on the coffee table helplessly.
I waved a puffy hand daintily. I knew he liked the gesture – he thought it was so cute.
He sighed.
That was me: jolly and goofy. The perfect Generation Z thicc-gurl: oh so curvy in all the right places. Now that fat was in and acceptable, being myself never felt better. I had been shamed enough as a child.
Those days were over.
I waved my hands frantically and plucked at the open food wrappers. I knew Hudson thought that was cute, too. “So why does Savanna have to come?” I didn’t like her. The woman was older than me and had her nose in the air. Bitchy and arrogant.
“I don’t know. It’s just to talk. Something important.”
I made a disinterested noise. “Should I put anything out for them?” I didn’t want to; it was all my food.
“Nah, don’t bother.”
I wriggled on the couch, waving my boobs for him. “Good.” Within a minute, I had the coffee table cleaned. “See? All done.”
He wasn’t paying attention – just made a noise of acknowledgment. His head was bent, considering his phone.
I rose with a sigh and put the paper food mementos away – into the trash can under the sink. It always made me sad to do it, as if I was leaving a friend behind.
My condo was our home, bought by my parents who were very wealthy. I didn’t like having people over, but I made exceptions for Hudson because he lived here, too. Mom and dad didn’t even blink an eye when I told them he was moving in. I think they thought anything was better than me being lonely and unwanted.
I just didn’t understand their boomer attitudes. I was fun, vivacious, and attractive. And I had the tits.
No woman could compare.
And Hudson wanted me.
Chaz and Savanna arrived, unfortunately, to disturb my peace. This was my home and I didn’t want them here, but…
But Hudson.
I rolled my eyes and let them in.
Chaz ignored me. He was a polished man a little too on the neat side and he wore tattoos.
I didn’t like tattoos.
Something about him just seemed off.
Savanna, his wife, was a brunette with curly hair and dramatic, salty pauses. She got on my nerves endlessly when we had to be around her.
I said to her, “So why did you have to come?”
She gave a measured, heavy sigh and answered, “Why did you have to be here? Isn’t it special hour at the buffet?”
My interest was perked. “Which one?” No, I swore to myself, not again. I had fallen for that twice before and caught myself too late. Always on the lookout for restaurants with deals, I am…
Savanna shook her head and looked at the ceiling. “Try not to eavesdrop.”
“It’s my house.”
She struck a different pose as if considering something. “In fact, please do eavesdrop.”
I didn’t know where she was going with that one, but I was wary. I decided to linger nearby anyway. I wriggled my upper torso to show her how superior my breasts were to hers. It never hurt to make sure other hoes knew who was boss.
Savanna ignored it and passed me.
Hudson had hugged Chaz, though he hadn’t initiated it. He wore a strange look on his face.
In my memory, they had never hugged. Perhaps that explained my fiance’s expression.
Savanna normally didn’t hug anyone, but she embraced Hudson this time, too.
Strange. I trailed my fingers along the dining room table as they sat in the living room. I pretended to check for dust. With only a few bits of furniture yet, my condo wasn’t all that hard for Hudson to clean and he did a really good job.
Chaz said, “Listen,” he held his hands out as if explaining a business plan,” Savanna and I came back from that retreat—”
“The marriage one?” My Hudson showed interest.
“Yeah. Anyway, Savanna and I came clean on a lot of things.”
“Were you… two having problems?”
Chaz waved as if Hudson had totally missed the mark. “No, no, no. Not at all. It’s just sometimes a husband and wife don’t say everything that’s on their minds—”
Savanna interrupted. “Chaz, he doesn’t want the whole two-day lecture, I’m sure.”
He sighed. “Right. So we played this little game where we each told each other five things about ourselves that we were certain the other didn’t know.”
Hudson scratched his chin. “Five?”
“It’s not as easy as it sounds and it pretty much requires you dig really deep into… personal secrets. I mean, it’s not like admitting you went to the Post Office during work and she didn’t know.”
Hudson nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”
“Okay, so here it is. We agreed to talk to you about this because it concerns you.”
“Me?”
I listened.
Savanna nudged her husband. “Just say it.”
Chaz took a breath. “I’m bi.”
Hudson chuckled. “You don’t say.”
“You knew?”
My fiancé sounded confident. “No, not at all, but I suspected a possibility…”
Savanna nudged him again.
“Well, yeah, I’m bi, but that’s not all.”
Hudson waited.
“I’m bi for you.”
My fiancé laughed and shook his head. He threw up his hands. “Why me? Why is it always me that finds the lesbians, the bisexuals, the transfreaks—”
I interrupted Hudson. “They’re not transfreaks.”
He gave me a wry look from the living room.
I said, “That’s racist.”
Hudson muttered, “Everyone is everything except straight. Why is it I have such a hard time finding normal people?”
Chaz frowned.
Hudson chuckled. “Not you, buddy. I don’t care what you are.”
Savanna said, “I’m straight.”
I gave her a nasty look that she didn’t see. She was so old she couldn’t be anything other than straight. At thirty, she was over the hill.
Chaz nodded. “That’s where you come in.”
Hudson sat back and placed his hand on his chest. “Me? Why?”
“I want to blow you.”
My fiancé leaned his head back and laughed, but it was the rueful kind of laugh filled with irony and sarcasm. “Are there any straight people left in America?”
I frowned. He knew I was bisexual, too.
Savanna said, “Me.”
I muttered, “How cute.”
Her sarcastic voice grated on me. “Does she have to be here?”
Hudson’s chest swelled with an intake of breath that he held. “It is her house…”
Chaz said, “And Savanna wants to see me blow you.”
Hudson slapped his hand to his forehead.
I giggled, thinking that my fiance getting blown would be funny to see. It made me tingly. I said, “Oh come on, Hudson. You’re always wanting to try new things. It’s your motto.”
He dropped his hand and considered me, then looked at Chaz. He muttered quietly, “That’s very true…” His expression told me he was considering it.
His friend scooted forward on the couch cushion. “Let me, okay? I’m sure I’m good at it.”
I prodded him. “Do it, Hudson. What do you have to lose?” I wanted to see Mister Hetero get his dick sucked. It was about the only thing that bothered me about Hudson Lange. Maybe after he would be the perfect man.
Except for his nose.
But at least…
And then there was the dig I would get witnessing Savanna watch her husband suck dick. It was too perfect. I very much wanted my fiancé to relent.
I said, “It’s new, Hudson…” I wriggled, waving my tits back and forth and biting my lower lip. I knew he liked that.
He stared at me incredulously for a moment, then looked at Chaz. Slowly he began, then faster, “What the hell. Why not?”
CHAPTER 2
Chaz clapped his hands together with joy. “Perfect; I knew you would.”
Hudson said, “So, like right here?”
I wriggled faster, excited.
“Yeah, stand up. We’re going to kneel. It’s… a fantasy thing of mine.”
Hudson chuckled. “Sure thing, buddy. Sure thing.” But he was shaking his head in disbelief.
Chaz got down and Savanna next to him.
Hudson pulled off his lounge pants. His heavy dick waved and swayed.
Savanna’s eyes went wide. “Wow, you weren’t kidding.”
Chaz muttered, “I told you.”
She licked her lips.
I decided to be a bitch. “Savanna! Don’t look at his dick.”
She crossed her eyes at me. “Look, I’m looking…”
“Stop it.”
She asked Chaz or Hudson – or both – “Does she have to be here?”
Satisfied I had shown her who was who around here, I smiled smugly and said nothing.
Chaz grabbed my fiance’s dick and tugged on it.
Just seeing another man’s hand on Hudson’s cock made me all tingly. I was going to enjoy this. And maybe he would relax on the bisexual stuff. Win-win. I stuck a finger in my mouth and sucked imaginary cream off of it.
Chaz said in a quivering voice, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”
Hudson frowned. “How long?”
“Since we worked together at Price Club.”
My fiance’s eyes bugged out. “When we met?”
“The very day.”
“I was all dusty from boxing.”
Chaz hummed a laugh. “Yep, right then. The image has stuck with me ever since. You all sweaty with dust in your hair. I thought how great it would be to give you a nice, refreshing blowjob.”
“You’re… strange…”
Chaz frowned. “Don’t bash it.”
Hudson blew out a breath. “What. Ever.”
I watched his friend lean forward and stick the head into his mouth.
My fiancé tensed.
Then Chaz began licking and sucking, making very appreciative noises that went straight to my pussy.
I clapped my hands together and jiggled with excitement.
Hudson saw it and shook his head. Then he flinched. “Ow, hey…”
Chaz pulled off. “What?”
“Watch the teeth.”
“Oh, sorry. I’ve… never done this before.”
“But I thought you were bi?”
“Yeah, for you. No one else.”
I twisted my hands together and smiled. How sweet. Then I jiggled some more.
Chaz sucked again, this time with a looser jaw.
Hudson blew out a breath.
I asked, “Does it feel good?”
He squinted, cleared his expression, then frowned. “Yeah, I guess it does.”
Savanna said, “Suck the head, Chaz.”
Her husband made a noise and began concentrating on the head of Hudson’s cock.
My fiancé began panting.
Just seeing another man’s mouth on his shaft was so well beyond anything I could’ve hoped for. I would have to have some celebratory cupcakes later. Maybe even share one with Hudson as a reward. Just one.
Chaz pulled off and held onto the shaft. He looked at me. “Maybe we should have a rag. Or a towel. A towel would be better.”
My eyes got big at the thought of him tugging off Hudson in a spray of cum. Ooo yeah. “I’ll get one.” I headed upstairs as fast as my thick legs would hustle.
I grabbed the top towel and then thought better of it. Those were our bath towels. A beach towel, maybe? I considered the bottom of the stack and wondered where I had put the beach towels. Hudson had a Budweiser one and I had one patterned with candy corn.
I loved candy corn. I could sit and eat bags of them.
I found the beach towels under the blankets in the spare bedroom’s closet. I didn’t want Hudson cumming on my candy corn, so I pulled down his Budweiser towel. I wriggled my shoulders all the way back to the stairs, taking those little mincing steps that Hudson said were so cute.
I panted my way down the stairwell and into the living room.
There I stopped and dropped the towel.
Savanna had taken over for her husband.
Instead of Chaz sucking my fiance’s dick, the skinny brunette was going to town on his shaft. Back and forth she sucked him while holding tightly to t
he sides of his thighs. Her head moved back and forth as if she were trying to suck a bowling ball out of him.
I gaped in anger. “Hey!”
She didn’t stop.
Hudson moaned breathily.
Chaz chuckled. “I told you she does it better.”
I said, “This wasn’t part of the deal.”
He said, “Yes it was. We both wanted to suck him.”
“I don’t… I don’t want her sucking him. Hey! Hey, Savanna, stop that!”
The brunette shifted her eyes and drew her mouth off of him in a very slow pull. She smacked her lips on the head, then licked it while looking at me.
Hudson moaned again, thrusting his hips forward.
I swallowed and tried to say, “Stop it.” It came out in a hoarse whisper.
She said, “Sorry, not sorry.” She sucked down on him again.
I found my voice. “I said stop it. He’s my fiancé.”
She stopped and gripped his dick, jacking his shaft rapidly. She gave me a very evil look of arrogance and rubbed the head all around her lips. “What’s the matter, Kirsten?” She sucked him back down, her eyes not leaving mine.
I stammered and said nothing that made any sense. Bands of tightness gripped my upper torso from under my arms all the way around. My breathing came in pants.
She looked up at my Hudson. “Am I doing this okay?” She jacked his shaft with gusto.
He moaned happily, “Oh yeah…”
“Is it all right if I suck you some more?”
Hudson almost laughed with eager relief. “Yes, please.”
I tried to assert myself and call his name. “Huh… Huh… D…” I didn’t like giving blowjobs. I had thought it would be funny and convenient if Chaz gave him what he wanted, but not Savanna! This was totally different. I wanted a man to suck his dick, not a woman!
The skinny brunette flashed me the most evil of smiles and then tried to choke herself on his cock.
Hudson called out louder and louder as she sucked him. Finally, he gasped, “I’m… going to cum!”
I was frozen in shock and shame.
Chaz reached up and massaged my fiance’s balls. “Do it. She swallows.”
Savanna pulled off just long enough to stroke him rapidly and say, “Do it. I love cum.” Then her mouth was back on him, sucking down as far as she could go.
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