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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ch...)

As you work away a couple of nights a week you are disturbed and turned on by the thought of it. Throughout lunch Rachel talks about work and the things that need doing around the house.

You are looking at your beautiful, innocent-looking girlfriend in the conservative-looking dress, not quite believing last night was real. Your mind though is focused on the doctored message.

“Well?” Rachel asks, suddenly jolting you back into the room with a realization you have no idea what she has asked you. She looks angry for a moment then smiles. “Jamie, Paul or both? Which part of last night were you replaying in your mind? You are obviously not here with me.”

With your appetite gone you put down your knife and fork. You need to tell your girlfriend everything. “Listen, you remember the disclaimer?” You look sheepishly at your girlfriend and as she nods you continue, “I sent a copy to Jamie and Paul so they couldn’t be accused of anything.”

Rachel looks at you open-mouthed and cuts in, “You sent two men a message saying I wanted to fuck them last night. Are you mad? They could show it to anyone!”

You look around the restaurant uncomfortably, but luckily no one is really in earshot. “It’s worse than that,” you say. You turn the phone to your girlfriend as she plays the message, the sound low but there is no doubt Rachel is hearing every word. She looks at you, completely dazed.

“It will be okay,” you stutter. “We will sort it.”

“Sort it? Sort it, how? Basically, your friends or whoever has this looks to have my permission to fuck me when you are away with work? Ross, it’s an open invite to fuck me. I can’t complain or call the police as there is cast iron proof they are just doing what I have asked them to do. Who sent this and what are you going to do about it?”

You look down to the floor. “I don’t know,” you say meekly, realizing you have no clue which one sent it and that you are away for work in two day’s time.