My Boyfriend Has a Jealousy Kink

The Invitation: Where the Jealousy Kink Begins

Nik arrived at eight, on the dot.

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“Fuck,” he said. “You look hot. I’m already suffering…”

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He didn’t try to kiss me — he was already intimidated, and tonight, that’s what he wanted.

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“Hello, my love,” I said, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead and stroking his cheek. “You look nice too. Is the Uber waiting?”

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“Yes,” he stuttered and scrambled down the stairs to open the door for me.

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We arrived at the hotel and ascended to the second floor. 

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It was busy and we had to weave through the crowd to reach the bar. Eyes turned to us as we passed: a six-foot woman in a short, curve-hugging, black dress and hair tumbling in waves down to her mid-back. She had an adorable, but clearly younger, boyish man by her side.

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By the time we reached the bar, we had already caught everyone’s attention. We knew exactly what they were thinking… 

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What’s this young, boyish man doing with this woman? And we planned to play right into their confusion.

Playing the Part: Taking Our Jealousy Kink Public

“Would you like my seat, miss?” an older gentleman asked as we squeezed in.

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“Aw, thanks. You’re sweet!” I said, taking his stool and crossing my legs deliberately, holding his eyes and smiling.

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Nik leaned onto the bar, attempting to get the bartender’s attention. He wasn’t getting it, but it gave me the space I needed.

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“Where are you from?” I asked the older man, giving him a flirty look.

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“Napa. I’m here on business, bringing some of our new wines to the restaurants in the area.”

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“Oh, no way!” I said, delighted to find a common interest. “Do they carry anything here you’d suggest? I like earthy, dry reds.”

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“They have a great Pinot. Can I get you a glass?” he asked, glancing at Nik. “And your friend…?”

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“Sounds great,” I accepted. “He’ll just have a Pepsi.”

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Watching Him Want: Feeding the Jealousy Kink

“How are you doing, honey?” I asked Nik. 

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“I’m okay. You look so beautiful. I know that man is dying to be with you.”

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“I know it too, sweetie,” I murmured, leaning as close as I could to remind him of the true intimacy between us. “But you know how much I like to fuck older, taller men. Men who really know how to make me feel good.”

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The helpless look already spread across Nik’s face grew stronger. If I didn’t know how much he loved feeling this way, I might feel sorry for him.

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The drinks arrived, and I handed the soda to Nik, winking before turning my attention back to the wine guy.

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“Thanks,” I said, accepting the glass of wine. “I’m Anne.”

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“Jason,” he replied, taking my extended hand and holding it firmly for a moment.

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We chatted easily for over an hour. Nik sat ambiguously by my side, sipping his soda, feeling, I could tell, increasingly jealous.

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If Jason wondered about Nik, he didn’t let on. I was calling the shots and, despite how it may have appeared from the outside, so was Nik.

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Almost Crossing the Line: Desire, Control, and Power

Jason and I continued our flirtation until inevitably our faces, and even our lips, grew closer. 

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Though I was attracted to this man—the 5 o’clock shadow that lined his sharp jawline, the muscles beneath his white, linen shirt—the real heat radiated from Nik’s jealousy. 

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I swear, I could feel his body temperature rising, and it was that energy I poured into myself as I pressed my lips to this stranger’s, slowly feeling his mouth open, his tongue reaching for mine, tasting his wine.

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I pulled away, dizzy, blood running hot and fast through my veins. I held Jason’s eyes as I told him, “I have to go.”

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“You won’t come up to my room?” Jason asked with his business card in his hand, “At least take my number.”

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With a cheeky smile, I slyly slid the card into my purse.

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I stood to kiss his cheek, whispering, “Enjoy the rest of your night,” into his ear as I ran the tip of my tongue over it.

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Leaving With More Than We Came With

I took Nik’s hand and we walked out of the bar together. I could feel Jason’s eyes on our backs.

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A hand slid up my thigh to feel my panties. “You got so wet for him,” he moaned, lips still locked onto mine.

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“I can’t help that he was turning me on.”

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“Do you still love me?” he asked, nearly begging.

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“I never stopped,” I said, lifting my dress. “I never stopped loving you…”, sliding my panties down… “It’s always for you…”

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He hurriedly unzipped his pants, pulling my leg up to his hip and thrusting into me with an urgency that made me gasp.

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“Are you going to fuck him?” He was breathing hard.

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“I would enjoy it,” I said through a moan, “Would you like to watch?”

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“Yes, baby,” He breathed back.  

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“Then I’ll fuck him. And you’ll sit in the corner and watch like a good boy. I’ll fuck him just to see the way you look at me.”

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Afterward, we cleaned ourselves up as well as we could, though the perfect waves had fallen from my hair, and lipstick was smeared all over Nik’s mouth.

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As we left the stall, Jason was there pulling his coat on. A look of confusion crossed his face as his eyes flicked between us.

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“We’ll call you!” I shouted over my shoulder. “If you’re still interested!”

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I pulled Nik out onto the street and kissed him again before flagging a cab that would bring us back home, to bed, where we would no doubt make love again before falling asleep in each other’s arms.