A Young Couple's Journey part 15 / TNT 24 (Patreon)

Here it is, finally. Sorry about the delay! I hope you enjoy the read nonetheless. And similarly as to how the last part was mostly Linda an

Here it is, finally. Sorry about the delay! I hope you enjoy the read nonetheless.

And similarly as to how the last part was mostly Linda and Josh, this one(and most likely the next) is mostly about Kim and Toby.

*

"What happened to you?" Sarah said, in utter despair. We were arguing. Sarah was arguing that I had become cold and distant. Both were probably true. But I didn't want to fight, not even more than I already did. "You were so shy and sweet when we met, but now you're… it's like you're not even here sometimes!"

"I'm sorry," I said. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

"Like what?" Sarah challenged. Despite her timid personality and slight daddy issues, she had a certain spice about her. Or I had let my firm hand loosen a bit lately. I hadn't expected this, but I needed to buy myself some time. At least until I could get Kimberly under my foot. "You used to be so shy, sweet, charming, but you're almost mean sometimes. You're much more demanding and... aggressive, and not in a good way. And you taking my gun was not cool! I miss the man I fell in love with."

"I don't know, I've been trying to get out of my own head lately, y'know," I said, trying to sound like I cared.

"But why are you doing that? You're still the same person," Sarah said.

"Well," I said. I may have a plan after all. "If you want to know... well, you know how you like to go out with your student friends? That stuff costs money."

I let that linger, letting her know what I meant about her frugal spending. Sarah didn't spend that much, but I still preferred that she didn't. I wasn't completely sure if it was a control issue, as I didn't need her money that much.

"So I've been looking around for a job for you. You know my ex?" That's Kimberly. I had lied to Sarah and said I dated Kimberly for a year. Sarah had found one of Kimberly's old panties so I had to make up some shit for her to swallow. "She has a friend at this big company. They need an intern or something. I don't know, but they have an opening."

I could see the wheels turning in Sarah's head. She was excited about the prospect of getting a job, but also suspicious that I was giving her a job. It was the first time I had done such a thing for her, and we both knew I wasn't exactly the most generous man in the world. I wasn't even sure if it was true. Kimberly had a stake in Josh's companies, so I didn't doubt she had the power to get someone a job.

"Why? Why would you do that? I mean, thanks, but..." Sarah started, clearly confused.

"I want you to start helping out more, and I want you to have a job so you can feel like you're contributing to the household," I said.

Sarah smiled. So gullible. She wasn't the brightest, but I needed her apartment.

"And I'll try to be better. Give me a week, and I'll be back to my old self, okay?" I said, pulling her in for a hug.

"That would be nice," Sarah said, hugging me back. "I'll look into that job offer. Will it be able to fit my schedule with the university, you think?"

"Probably not, but it's more important with a job," I said. It wasn't, but that would put some distance between her and her friends, and with a degree, she'd be more independent, and I couldn't have that. Not yet, at least.

But now the clock was ticking. I had to make some serious ground with Kimberly before Sarah started thinking too hard again.

"Thank you, babe," Sarah said. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"No problem," I said. "Now, how about you show your gratitude in another way?"

Sarah giggled. "Of course."

*

With Josh and Linda in Florida, Luna, Barney, and I had the house pretty much to ourselves. That is, Luna was mostly at the office, and Barney, who didn't fit the Florida temperatures given his size, was with her. So I had the house to myself, pretty much. I was getting the sneaky feeling that Luna was avoiding me, but that was probably just me overthinking it. She had been quite pleased with how I had handled Vincent. I kept the details vague, which frustrated her, but when she later got an email from Vincent apologizing for his behavior and with details for some new sponsorship at a lower rate, she seemed quite happy again.

So Luna was busy.

Given that I had been relieved of my duties at both Entrendy and Calhoun Holdings, I had plenty of time to grind League of Legends, work a little bit on my gaming journalism, and even take some sexy photos for my OnlyFans.

The audience over there, however, was not so patient with me. Once they had seen me gotten dicked down, it seemed like that was all they craved. The fact that I was married seemed to draw out extra enthusiasm as well. Admittedly, I was missing it too. Cheating on Josh was such a huge thrill. That Alex sucked in bed didn't even matter to me, just that he was someone who didn't truly love me. It was so bad that he wasn't even all that nice afterwards.

God, getting used like that, while it was horrible at the time, I had learned to relive the memory with a sense of twisted arousal and happiness. And, holy shit, that memory made me burn hot and moist. But it had to stay a fantasy. It would have to suffice. For a while, anyway.

Being devious and naughty was fun, but it was dangerous. I had jeopardized Josh's business, his livelihood, even his employees, just to satisfy myself. What kind of selfish monster was I to throw him under the bus like that? Did I enjoy the adrenaline from risking so much? Maybe, yeah, a little bit. But whenever I had a clear mind, I knew better and tried to avoid situations like that should my mind grow clouded.

I looked over at the clock next to my bed. 11 AM. Fuck, how the time had flown by. It was no surprise that I was not a productive member of society. Maybe I could make the day a tiny bit more productive?

Instead, I grabbed the vibrator in my drawer and began fingering myself while thinking about Alex. How rough and selfish he had been…

My mind quietly drifted to a fantasy world that would probably be a lot more suited to my selfish desires, one where Josh was eating my loaded-up pussy while I was being bred by a bunch of different men. The idea of letting a whole group of guys have me, use me, breed me... it was beyond kinky, and I loved every second of it.

As I climaxed, I felt that familiar ache in my body, that longing for someone to satisfy my craving. Josh was not the type of man who could satisfy such an insatiable hunger. I loved him, but I still had this desperate need to be bad. It was horrible, I know, but I can't help much who I was. Ever since I had opened the pandora's box, I had been a mess like that.

And speaking of being bad, I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of my used, shiny vibrator, putting it out on OnlyFans. 'Thinking about my cheating days...' I wrote. That should hold them over.

I then scrolled through my gallery and found the videos I had filmed with Alex. Thank fuck we edited my face out of them because some of those were really bad. And the video with Vincent, which had gone over well with my audience, with Vincent either obscured by my ass as he was on his knees or outright blurred. And of course, my face was luckily out of view. 

Then there was the video of me going down and making out with Luna. It was so steamy. I just knew it would do real numbers on my page, that men of all sorts would drool over me and my hot sister-in-law. But I didn't post it. I had promised as much. I hadn't even sent it to Josh yet. I wondered how he'd react, if he'd get horny from seeing me being bad, or if he'd show Linda, both of them watching it together. 

Then again, Josh had been quite resistant to Luna related deviousness. He okayed me hooking up with her because to him it was a shoulder shrug. He loved his sister and trusted her, and the same went for me. I truly was blessed with such a trusting man.

Instead, I found that I had gotten a message from Toby. My heart skipped a beat as I read it, but it wasn't anything spicy.

'How'd it go with V? I bet he caved right away,' he wrote.

'he sure did,' I replied. I hated being thankful to this creep, but here I was. But at least through text messages, I could play it off casually.

'Knew it,' he wrote, followed by a winky emoji. 'How about we meet up today to celebrate? You've got time, right?'

I hesitated for a moment before answering. Did I really want to do this? I mean, it wasn't like I didn't want to, but was this something I wanted to get back into? And who was I even trying to convince? I had met with him before and was going to do it anyway, so why I even bothered to argue with myself was beyond me. I mean, doing it more frequently with Josh out of town was perhaps a new step, but perhaps it really wasn’t.

Then again, it's not like I was going to Toby's apartment. He probably just wanted to grab a coffee, and out in public, I felt safe. I couldn't let my guard down around him, because he'd pounce on me immediately. But getting comfortable hanging out with him was for me a way to move past all this, to learn to control myself. And I guess, well, it was a bit of a thrill.

'Yeah, I could go for some coffee,' I answered, trying to play it cool.

Instead of replying with any sort of confirmation, Toby simply sent me the address of a coffee shop and a time. I felt a little strange about how quickly he seemed to assume that I would agree, but I shrugged it off, telling myself that it was just how he was.

I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready. I took a quick shower and got dressed, slipping into a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt. As I headed out of the house, I called for an Uber, not feeling like driving.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, Toby was already waiting outside for me. He waved as soon as he spotted me, a smile on his face that never reached his eyes.

"Hey," he said as I approached. "Good to see you."

"Yeah, you too," I said, giving him a hug. Maybe that was a mistake of mine, allowing any sort of affectionate physical contact, but I simply forgot. As we embraced, I could feel his hands wandering, settling just a little too low on my back for comfort. It took everything in me not to shove him away. Instead, I pulled back and flashed him a smile. "Let's go inside."

*

"Maybe we can take the drinks to go? It's a nice day out," I said. I saw Kimberly hesitate. She still didn't trust me, even when I helped her out with Vincent. That was infuriating, to say the least.

But I had a plan. It was as simple and old as time itself, but I was just hoping it would work. I nodded down towards a very public park, which coincidentally was nearby Sarah's apartment, and raised my eyebrows in a way that I hoped came across as casual.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Kimberly said. "Let's do that."

I tried my best to suppress the smug smile that was trying to break through. We quickly paid and headed out.

We walked down the street together, enjoying the afternoon sun, but I felt that my patience with Kimberly's games was running low. I needed her to cave soon. Fucking Sarah wasn't enough, and now Josh was out of the state. It almost rhymed with when he went to Italy and I fucked Kimberly then. Now he was in Florida, clueless, and I couldn't wait to be with his wife. He'd be down there doing whatever he was doing, and I would enjoy myself inside the woman he loved.

"So, how have you been?" I asked, hoping to get things moving.

"Pretty good, actually," Kimberly said. "I've had some free time to myself. The whole Vincent thing, thank you for that by the way, is over, Josh is in Florida, and I can game myself silly. Maybe I'll have to get a hobby."

"Heh, I got a job for you if you want it," I chuckled, trying to sound lighthearted. And instead of scolding me like she should've, Kimberly nudged me.

"You know I can't do that, Toby," Kimberly smiled. "But, seriously, thank you for helping me out with V. I know we haven't been on the best terms since... well, but I really appreciate it."

"Of course. We're friends. And I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do care for you," I said, gently nudging her back.

"Friends, eh? I'm glad you see it that way. I know you're trying to tease me, and perhaps I indulge a bit, but know that I'm happy with Josh," Kimberly said. I could hear that she was being truthful, which was a bit annoying. I had hoped that she would at least be a bit playful or flirty, but I guess not.

"I know you are," I said, not giving up yet. "But even if you don't feel anything for me, you have to admit that we're pretty good together."

"Toby..." Kimberly sighed. "Please don't."

"Come on. What harm can come from a little flirting between friends?" I asked. "And I don't mean that in a sexual way."

"Really? Because it seems like that's exactly what you mean," Kimberly said.

"Nah, I'm not that kind of guy anymore," I said. "I've changed. I'm more mature now. You've helped me see that. I'll always care for you, and I'll always look out for you, but I know when to back off."

I could see that Kimberly was hesitating. I knew I was close. All I had to do was push just a little harder, and she'd cave.

"I mean... I suppose," Kimberly said. "But you better behave yourself."

"Of course," I said. "Like I said, I've changed. Us hanging out like friends is just proof of that. I'm not the same guy I used to be. You've helped me see that, Kimberly."

We continued to walk down the street together, making our way towards the park. 

"But you have to admit, it was great. I mean, while it happened," I said. Kimberly looked abruptly at me. She was definitely getting nervous, but I didn't give her a chance to protest.

"How many times did you cum on my cock?" I asked. It was daring to push hard, but Kimberly liked that kind of thing. A slight shiver told me she had responded the way I hoped she would. She was thinking about it right now.

"Toby..." Kimberly protested weakly.

"Oh, come on. You can't tell me you don't think about it sometimes," I said. "I know I do. I remember how good it felt to be inside you. To fuck you. To make you cum. To hear you moan. And I have to say, it felt so good seeing how good I could really give it to you."

Kimberly stayed quiet. I knew I was getting to her.

"Come on, Kim. It's just us here. No one has to know," I said, even playing it casual by calling her Kim instead. "Just admit it. Admit that you think about it sometimes. Admit that you miss it."

"Toby..." Kimberly said again, her voice low.

"What? It's just a question. It doesn't mean anything. Like I said, I can back off, but I'm just curious," I said, giving her an innocent look.

"Fine!" Kimberly said, turning to face me. "Yes! Yes, I think about it sometimes. Yes, I miss it. There. Are you happy now?"

"I am," I said. My heart was beating fast and my cock was already hard. But I had to stay calm. If I rushed it, it wouldn't work. "Anyway," I said, pretending to be hard to get. "There's a bench up here. Loads of people around, so no worries about me being creepy or anything."

"Okay," Kimberly said, sounding unsure. But she still followed me to the bench.

As we sat down, I put my arm on the back of the bench behind Kimberly.

"See? No funny business," I said.

We sat on the bench, our coffees in hand, and looked out over the park. People were walking their dogs, playing Frisbee, and just enjoying the nice weather.

I stole a glance over at Kimberly and could see she was a bit bothered. Biting her lip absentmindedly, fidgeting. Yeah, she was definitely ripe for the picking.

"It's such a nice day out," I said. "I'm glad we got to hang out."

"Yeah, it is," Kimberly agreed. She seemed to be relaxing a bit now.

I took a sip of my coffee and looked back out over the park. We sat there for a moment in silence. Then I saw the kid I had slipped twenty bucks to. I stood up and stretched my arms out, cup in hand, hovering over Kimberly. The kid saw it and immediately turned his skateboard and rolled down the slightly downhill path toward where I was standing. Here it came.

The kid came barreling down, and with a little bit of luck, he would crash into me and spill my coffee all over Kimberly, with my apartment right around the corner. I even made sure to order something with milk in it. In this heat, it would dry up and stink like a bitch. No doubt Kimberly would want to clean up and find herself a new set of clothes.

Then, I heard the familiar sound of wheels on concrete, and I turned just in time to see the kid approaching. He was moving fast, and as he approached, I braced myself for impact.

"Toby, watch out," Kimberly exclaimed, pointing.

"Oh, shit!" the kid shouted, trying to avoid me, but collided with me just enough, and with a bit of help from me, and my coffee went flying. Most of it went on Kimberly.

"Oh, fuck," I said, pretending to be shocked. "Are you okay?"

"Ow!" she exclaimed. "What the fuck?"

"Shit, I'm so sorry," the kid said. "I didn't see you there."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should be more careful," I said.

"I'm really sorry," the kid apologized again.

"It's okay," I said. "Just be more careful next time."

"I will," the kid said. Then he turned and skated off.

"Fuck," I said, looking at Kimberly. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kimberly said. "I'm fucking soaked!"

"Sorry about that," I said. "Come on, we're not far from my apartment. You can get cleaned up there."

She hesitated for a moment. I could see that she was torn. She didn't want to come to my apartment, but she also didn't want to walk around in a wet t-shirt. Her trust in me wasn't entirely restored, hence why I had to force some sort of incident, so I could see the turmoil. Then it was true, my suspicion. She knew that if she went back with me to my apartment, things would happen. They would not be in any way wholesome. And she wanted them to happen.

It made me swell knowing why she was hesitating. She didn't trust me, but she probably didn't trust herself either. That motivated me even further. Perhaps I should've pushed harder earlier. Well, here we were either way.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything," I assured.

"Yeah... let's go," Kimberly said, power-walking off the direction we came from. 

I stayed back and let her keep control, not wanting to piss her off, and the moment my apartment building appeared and Kimberly hesitated, I knew I'd only be minutes, max an hour before I would be inside her again. She stood still, looking up at the building as if it was some ominous presence. I guessed it was, and it took every ounce of restraint to stay back a pace or two, to pretend I wasn't more than thrilled that we were finally here, finally within reach.

"This is it," I said, pointing at the building. This was indeed it.

Kimberly nodded, and we entered the building. The elevator ride up to the third floor was silent. The walk down the hallway to my apartment was silent. And once I opened the door and let Kimberly in, I felt a sense of victory. My heart rate and excitement levels were through the roof.

Once inside the apartment, Kimberly immediately dumped her bag in the hallway and quickly made her way to the bathroom. She didn’t even look at me.

"Towels are in the closet next to the shower. Help yourself to whatever," I said, while standing and staring as she closed the door. As soon as the door closed, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I was so close now. I couldn't mess this up.

I made my way over to the bathroom and stood outside the door, listening. I could hear the water running and the sounds of Kimberly undressing. A small 'yuck' emanated from the bathroom, making me chuckle. She was probably checking out how much coffee she had gotten on her shirt.

"I'm really sorry about that," I said. "I'll get you a new one."

"It's fine," Kimberly replied. "Isn't there a lock on this door?"

"No, sorry," I said. I had removed it earlier today.

"Figures," Kimberly muttered.

I waited for a few moments, then slowly opened the door and peaked inside.

Kimberly was standing naked in front of the sink, her clothes in a pile on the floor. Her body looked amazing. Her curves were just right, her skin smooth and unblemished, and her ass… well, it was the stuff dreams were made of. I felt myself getting hard just looking at her. I was almost tempted to just grab her right there and then, but I had to play it cool. I couldn't mess this up.

Slowly, I reached down and began to stroke my cock through my pants, watching Kimberly's perfect nakedness. She hadn't seen me yet, but I knew it wouldn't take long for her to notice me.

I watched as Kimberly bent over and picked up her clothes. Her ass looked amazing in that position, and I had to hold back a moan. Her perfection was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to take her right there and then. To feel her naked body against mine, to feel her ass wrapped around my cock, to feel her tits pressed against my chest. It had been so long since I had last fucked her, and I couldn't wait any longer.

But first, I had to make sure my backup plan was in effect, just in case. It was a bit of a gamble, but by how Kimberly was here despite everything, I knew she hadn't learn from her mistakes. I turned away and moved to her purse in the hallway, in search of her phone. 

*

Why the fuck had I let myself be convinced that coming here was a good idea? I knew Toby, and I knew he wanted to have sex. But even as I was standing naked in his bathroom, I could not tell myself to leave. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted to cheat on my husband, Josh. Again. I had sworn I wouldn't, that I'd try to be better, but here I was, naked in Toby's apartment. I knew that if I went here that there was a nine to one probability that Toby would push his fat cock into me again and make me scream his name.

Fuck. What was wrong with me? Why did I have such an overwhelming desire to be bad? Why couldn't I control myself? And why was I okay with Toby's behavior? He was a creep and a manipulative asshole, but I couldn't deny that there was a part of me that wanted him. That wanted him to use me, to dominate me, to make me feel like the worthless whore I was deep down. Was it even that deep down anymore?

I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head. This was ridiculous. I couldn't let myself get sucked into his games. I had to stay strong. If I could get out of this apartment of his, then I could call it a victory. I had convinced myself that if I went here that I would fuck him again. But now that I was here, all I had to do was clean up and leave. Easy.

With newfound confidence, I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. As the water ran over my body, I couldn't help but let out a small moan. It felt amazing. The warm water soothed my tense muscles and washed away all the sweat and dirt from the day. There was also a certain amount of tension that left me as well. It was almost as if I was cleansing myself of Toby's influence.

As I washed my body, I couldn't help but let my hands wander over my curves. Toby's presence still lingered, and it was hard not to be affected by him. But I was determined to resist his charms and to show him that he didn't have any power over me.

After a few minutes of showering, I finally decided that it was time to get out. I turned off the water and reached for a towel. As I dried myself off, I couldn't help but glance at my reflection in the mirror. Before everything happened, I was a bit self-conscious. I knew I was pretty enough, but not a ten out of ten, and that Josh could easily have fucked the shit out of someone much hotter. Perhaps him being so perfect was why I felt even more insecure in my looks, and perhaps deep down me being surrounded by him and our very hot friends made me double over with insecurity.

But now, ever since I cheated with Toby, something had shifted. I saw myself differently, more confidently, and even sexier. My breasts were perky and my ass was nice and firm. And my confidence was boosted by having guys lust over me. My sense of value had increased, and I honestly found power in how people wanted me. It was intoxicating.

And it all started from Toby lusting after me, being so openly about it, wanting to not only fuck me but to own me. Such a desire made me feel wanted, in the best and the worst way. He was the first man that had made me question what kind of person I wanted to be, if being the good little girl who said yes to her husband was who I truly wanted to be, or if I wanted to give in to something completely different, something carnal. The power he gave me with his lust turned me on. It made me wet and aching with desire. It made me want things that I never thought I would want. I wanted to be his toy, to be used, to be objectified, and to be owned in the most unapologetic way by someone who made no attempt at hiding his lust, not giving a fuck about me being married. Back then, Toby didn't care, and he was relentless in his pursuit of me.

And now? I was naked in his apartment, and I was thinking about letting him fuck me. Again. Did I want this? Did I want him? Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted him to use me, to dominate me, to make me feel like the worthless whore I was deep down. To make me take his cock behind my perfect husbands back. To make me submit to him, a guy who Josh loathed so much he could hardly even say his name. It was sick, twisted, and wrong, but it was so fucking hot.

"Fuck," I muttered. I needed to get out of here before I did something I would regret. 

I quickly dried myself off and put on some clean clothes that Toby had provided. I had expected him to give me some of his big baggy sweatpants and a large t-shirt. But while they were still sweats and a Tee, they were actually a bit too small. Had Toby gotten me clothes? Was this some orchestration to get me to his apartment?

It probably was, knowing how Toby worked. That manipulative bastard. And as I looked into the mirror and saw myself wearing these too small clothes, it felt so fucking good knowing that he had successfully lured me into his lair. Fuck, I hated how much he had gotten to me. How much I wanted him despite how much I hated him. How much I hated myself for being so weak-willed.

How much I loved it.

My eyes then traveled to the bathroom counter. There were a lot of women's products there. And not like for someone to stay over, but more permanent stuff. Like shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, and even makeup. My eyebrows raised as I took it all in. Had Toby gotten himself a girlfriend? Was he fucking her? Was she living with him? It made no sense. Why would he invite me over then? I could've guessed it was for me, but some of it was very much used.

I wasn't sure if that was reassuring. Maybe he had moved on after all?

No, that wasn't the case at all. He had made that very clear.

A sudden knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I said, more excited and nervous than I intended.

"You done yet?" Toby asked. He sounded calm, but I knew he was getting impatient.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," I said

There was a moment of silence before Toby spoke again. "Alright, I'll wait for you out here."

I sighed as I heard his footsteps fade away. I was in deep now. I had let myself fall for his trap, and now I was trapped in his web. I had no doubt in my mind that Toby would try to seduce me, to fuck me, and I wasn't sure how well I could resist. I had told myself if I went to his apartment that this would happen, hence why we kept to public places. I had a weakness for being desired like that, by Toby and other men alike, especially with the depraved sexual undercurrent that oozed out of that desire. Even just the thought made me want to rush out there, throw myself at him and let him ravage me in the most taboo of ways. And this time he had lured me with a clever ruse that got me cleaned up after my incident.

So as I stood before the bathroom counter, I realized that I needed to be smart. Toby was already ahead, having set the groundwork for this situation to happen. If I wanted to beat him, I had to take it from there. Closing my eyes, I tried to remind myself why I had to be resilient. Josh's face appeared before me. Handsome, kind, forgiving, and understanding, and he didn't deserve this. Not one bit. He loved me, and I loved him, and I couldn't do this to him. Not again. There was no coming back from it, not with him and Toby's loathing of each other. And on Josh's part, justifyingly so. My depraved behavior and recklessness stemmed from Toby's cock and how it had ruined me, making me crave things I shouldn't want.

When I opened my eyes again, I knew what I had to do. I was going to leave Toby's apartment. Amanda was right. Luna was right. Linda was right. Hell, even Josh had started to reject my recent behavior. If I were to deserve Josh's love, which was something one should have to earn by all rights, then I had to stop being the person I had been, the one who had caused all this trouble. I needed to be better. For Josh, and for myself.

This was the catalyst, the last straw that I needed to break through to the other side and start over again. I was done with being a bad girl, I was going to be a good wife, and I would never cheat on Josh ever again. No matter what. If I could stand my ground now, then I could stand my ground in anything.

As I opened the door a minute later, Toby was sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I had to admit, seeing him sitting there like that made me feel a little nervous. He had a smirk on his face and a hungry look in his eyes. It was a look that made me feel like prey. It was as if he already knew that he had won. That he had me right where he wanted me.

"I can't believe you're here," Toby said. "It feels like a dream."

"Yeah, well, don't get too excited," I said. "I'm just here to clean up and then I'm leaving."

"If you say so," Toby said. "But I know you can't stay away from me for too long."

His cockiness was infuriating. I hated how confident he was. How he was always so sure of himself despite being such a creep and an asshole. I should've left right then and there. Instead, I just scoffed and made my way over to the kitchen to fix myself a glass of water.

As I reached the kitchen, I could feel Toby's eyes on me. His gaze was piercing and intense, and it made me feel uneasy. I wasn't used to him being this bold and aggressive towards me. Even before, he was forward, yes, but somewhat timid and shy in a cute way. Now? He was a beast on a mission, and it both scared and aroused me. Fuck, why did I have such a messed-up mindset? I couldn't win this without trying.

I heard Toby following behind me. He was hovering around the small kitchen table, probably contemplating how to come onto me. Good. It would mean I'd have a few moments of not being confronted. I didn't turn around, but pretended not to know. A distraction was much needed right now. I could feel him watching me as I filled my glass up with cold water. My whole body seemed to be burning from his stare.

As I filled the glass from the faucet, I heard him shuffling behind me. Surprisingly light, but somewhat dragging his feet. Still, the noise caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. Was I scared of him or simply a little on the edge due to his demeanor, or perhaps a mixture? I suddenly became very aware of what sort of person I was cornered by. An unpredictable, egomaniac, creepy weirdo, who seemingly only wanted to see me in various states of submissiveness. It was horrifying, yet strangely arousing. I gulped. I shouldn't be getting turned on by any of this, yet I could feel the familiar warmth in my abdomen as Toby closed the distance.

With quick steps, Toby moved closer. The gap between us was slowly closing until Toby's hands suddenly fell to my shoulders and started massaging them, I had to hold back a moan.

Fuck! Why did I moan?

"You seem tense," Toby whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"Because you're making me uncomfortable," I hissed, trying to sound annoyed. But I was enjoying his touch.

"Come on, don't be like that," Toby said. "I just want to help you relax." His thumbs did some practiced work along the back of my shoulders, and fuck, his hands were skilled and wonderful.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. He was doing a good job of relaxing me, and his hands felt so good.

"See, isn't that better?" Toby purred, his fingers expertly undoing the knots in my muscles.

"Mmm," I sighed. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually relaxing. His hands felt so good, and I could feel my resolve fading. "It feels really good."

"Just relax and enjoy it," Toby murmured. His hands roamed further and further down, finally settling on my breasts. When I tried to protest, my voice fell flat, the words not fully manifesting, leaving it a feeble whimper.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Toby said, making my knees buckle a tiny bit. His hands were squeezing and groping, my nipples poking up beneath my borrowed t-shirt. The damn thing was tight on me, making my breasts more pronounced, but Toby's hands felt comfortable and intimate, feeling my tits like that. 

Finally, after a year away from him, with his hands finally all over me, Toby unceremoniously pushed me and had me bend over the kitchen table, his hands reaching down into my pants and taking advantage. This was it, the thing that I'd wanted him to do, to just pin me and act on his urges and take his ownership, his privilege of having access to my body like that.

His fingers pumped deep within me. So familiar, so easy to do, and with an alarming effectiveness. I loved feeling my pussy stretched by his thick fingers and being forced into submission, it didn't take much for him to finger me stupid. My pussy was so wet, he had no problem slipping in two thick digits into me, his thumb rubbing my swollen clit.

"So wet for me," Toby moaned. I could hear the hunger in his voice. The need and desire to have me.

I whimpered in response, unable to form any coherent words. My body was aching with desire. I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted him to fuck me now.

I arched my back and spread my legs wider, giving him better access. Toby immediately took the opportunity and slipped a third finger into me. It hurt, but fuck, it also felt so good.

"Fuuuck," I breathed. "Oh God, yes, please." I was begging him now. Begging him to fuck me, to ruin me. I didn't care anymore. All I could think about was how bad I wanted his cock inside me, how much I needed him to take me.

"Are you sure? We can take it easy," Toby said. He was teasing me. Fucker knew how much I wanted him, yet he would still taunt me like that. Fuck, was he still manipulating me even after his scheme had succeeded? It seemed like it, and it was getting harder and harder to not think with my aching pussy.

Instead of waiting for an answer, Toby simply pulled his hand out of my pants and started undressing me. His hands were rough and aggressive, and soon I found myself naked on the kitchen table, my ass up in the air, my face pressed against the cold surface, and my legs spread wide.

The next moment, the head of his massive, thick cock teased my hole.

"See, you've missed this," Toby said. He sounded pleased with himself. "Admit it."

He rubbed his cockhead between my folds, teasing me with his big cock. My breath hitched, and my mind became clouded. It felt so big, and hell, I knew it was big. I knew it would easily pound me silly, make me scream his name, and beg for more. And he would do so until he dumped his huge load inside of me. And as much as I tried to resist, it was impossible. I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me. To take me. To dominate me. To unload into my unprotected womb. I wanted him to claim me as his.

"Toby..." I moaned, struggling to resist his advances. I knew that if he were to push himself in and spread my lips apart around that wonderful dick that it would all be over. I had to fight it. But fuck, I couldn't help but think about how much I wanted him inside me. How good it would feel to have his thick cock stretching me open, to feel it buried deep inside me until I was stuffed full of his seed. It was like a primal need. A need to be fucked by him, to be used by him. To be owned by him.

I couldn't think straight anymore. My mind was a mess. My body ached with desire, and my pussy throbbed with need.

"Just give in," Toby said. "Give in and let me fuck you. You know you want it."

My breathing grew heavy, my whole body tensing up. I could feel the pressure building inside me, and I knew that if I didn't do something soon, I would explode.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I had to hold on. I knew that I could have it all if I just conceded. If I just said yes, then it would happen. Toby would be inside me, stretching me out and pounding me like I needed. He would cum inside me, and I would be his.

"Toby..." I moaned. "I can't..." My words were weak, and I could tell Toby knew I was almost at breaking point. "I'm sorry..."

The room fell into silence, the only sound being our labored breathing. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I needed him. I needed him to fuck me, and the fact that he wouldn't immediately go in made me feel weaker and weaker. I couldn't escape, could I?

With a long sigh, Toby pressed his cock harder against my entrance. Fuck, it felt like I was getting stretched open just by the pressure, and I had no idea if Toby would relent this time. Did he find some ounce of mercy within? The fact that we weren't yet fucking was almost a punishment in itself, as if he was forcing me to choose whether I wanted to go forward or not, a cruel degradation I had let myself get entangled with.

"I can't... please..."

"Say it," Toby growled. "Say how much you've missed this."

His words sent a chill down my spine. They sounded possessive and controlling. However, I had promised myself that I would be better, that I would try to be faithful to Josh.

I pushed myself up from his kitchen table, and to my surprise, Toby took a step back.

"No," I said, determined. My face was glowing in arousal, and I felt so hot and bothered, but I had to stay strong. I couldn't give in to Toby's charms. I couldn't let him have control over me. If I did, I would be lost forever.

"But–" Toby started, but I cut him off.

"I'm leaving," I said. "You can't seduce me, Toby. I won't let you."

Just those words leaving my mouth felt like such relief. Don't get me wrong, I was tense and horny as fuck still, but the prospect of finally getting away, of being free, was too great. Perhaps a bit later, in the safety and comfort of my bed, after I made sure everyone was okay, and Josh was all alone in Florida, I'd masturbate, pretending this happened, but right here, with Toby looking like his ego got severely dinged, that it was enough for now.

He scoffed. I could see that he was hurt by my words. He had expected me to give in to his advances, but I had shown him that I was stronger than that. Why was it now that I found the will to resist? Perhaps it had been the right move to ease myself into a friendly relationship with him. Or perhaps the situation with Alex, Vincent, and my previous experiences with Toby finally taught me something.

"Okay," Toby said. He looked defeated. "If that's what you want."

I gave him a nod and turned to leave. But as I reached the hallway, Toby spoke up.

"Kimberly?" he called.

"Yeah?" I said.

"You know you saved all your uncensored videos on your phone, right? With V, with that other guy, and chatlogs with me are in there, and the login to your OnlyFans?" Toby said.

I froze as a bucket of cold water ran down my spine. What the fuck was he doing? How the fuck did he know? Was he just bluffing? He couldn't know.

I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the panic rising inside me. How the fuck did Toby know all of that? Some, sure, but everything? And how did he know what I had on my phone– Fuck! I had left my phone in my bag when I got wet. I usually had it on me, but with Toby spilling his drink all over me, I didn't want my phone to get fucked.

"Wh-what do you mean? How did you know?" I asked. He had a smug smile on his face, and I wanted nothing more than to slap it off.

"I sent it to my phone. You never learn, do you?" Toby said with a smirk.

"You..." I said, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. I felt like crying. I was so stupid. I had been so careful about my OnlyFans, but to leave my phone in my bag like that. And the videos with my face in it, clear evidence of me being a cheating slut, getting used and humiliated by Alex. Just when I had found the strength to deny my strongest vice, to become a better person, Toby had just taken it from me. My chance at redemption was gone.

"That's right," Toby said. "You're mine. And I can do whatever I want with you."

I was frozen. His words felt like a punch in the gut. He was right. I had played right into his hands, and now I was completely powerless.

"Now, let's not waste any time," Toby said. He approached me with a hungry look in his eyes. "Bend over the table again. I'm going to fuck you."

I couldn't move. My mind was reeling, trying to comprehend what had just happened. But as Toby came closer, I knew there was no use resisting. I had lost, and he had won. And as much as I hated it, I couldn't deny that my body was aching for his. For him to pin me, claim me, and use me. He knew just how to make me feel things. And it wouldn't take long before I would be screaming his name, relishing him blackmailing me into sex.

"Wait," I blurted out. I was stalling, anything to put the inevitable at bay just a little. The struggle was futile. "Why are you-- you don't have to do this!"

"Don't test me," Toby said. Though he smirked, he was cold and dead serious. He knew the kind of leverage he had on me and seemed all the ready to utilize it. He had failed to seduce me, but he had this up his sleeve all along.

"Th-this is unfair," I said with a shaky voice. Nervousness crept into me, but oddly enough, it wasn't from being blackmailed. It was from the choice being taken from me. I was so horny, and now I could get fucked without the worry of it being something I initiated. This wasn't my fault. Did I really want it that bad?

"Life isn't fair," Toby said. Oh yes. Life wasn't fair at all. My body was trembling in anticipation of learning just how unjust the world was. My mind was fighting it, but the rest of me was eagerly awaiting the inevitable. I couldn't win, and that's what made it so exciting. Under the might of Toby's cock, I would be taught a life lesson I'd never forget, and I wanted it. I was a whore deep down, and that would not change. I was weak-willed.

With heavy steps, Toby closed the distance between us. His hand came up to caress my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. The contact sent shivers down my spine. My body was reacting to him. It knew what was going to happen, and it wanted it. It needed it. I could feel my nipples hardening, my pussy getting wetter. I was about to be fucked by my truest mate.

Toby stepped even closer, almost pressing himself against me. "So are you going to be a good little slut for me?"

My body was trembling all over, my mind spinning. I felt so helpless and vulnerable, and it turned me on so much. I loved feeling that way, loved how he was taking advantage of me, of how I had fallen for his trap. He didn't even care that I would resent it, the only thing that mattered was getting himself some ass.

As much as my brain struggled to say no, I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure when his left hand cupped my right ass cheek. His fingers squeezed my flesh hard, before digging into the softness. I wasn't able to hold back a sigh. The way his touch made me feel, the power he exerted over my body, it was all too much. Toby would no doubt remind me why I was his.

"Just... wait! Can't we, ugh, do it in your bedroom?" I said, unable to take it anymore. I wasn't sure why that mattered or why I asked it. Part of me wanted him to do me right there, but another part of me wanted to prolong it, and make it at least something private. If not intimate. But fuck, he already knew he was in total control and no doubt didn't care either way.

"What difference does that make? But fine," Toby said, sounding impatient.

I could only give him a shaky smile before I was grabbed and guided towards his bedroom.

Once inside, Toby simply pushed me onto the bed. My body hit the soft surface, and Toby wasted no time. In an instant, he was on top of me, his weight pinning me down. I knew from his urgency that I had worn his patience incredibly thin, but all I did was spread my legs as wide as I could, giving him easy access to my needy pussy. 

Toby angled his knees back a bit, settling into a more downward trajectory, and angled his hips straight downward, his thick head aimed at my dripping entrance. Big and heavy, life-threatening, capable of splitting me apart in the best ways possible. This was the reason behind why I was here, the sole purpose was his huge cock and unload his hot cum inside my cheating, defiant womb. I hated how badly I needed this, but right now I couldn't care less. He'd won, and it was too late to do anything but embrace it.

The first touch between my pussy lips and the head of his cock was like magic. It was soft and hard at the same time, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was moaning like a whore. He would make sure of it.

Without even so much as a word, Toby slowly eased his cock into me. His shaft slid inside me, making my walls stretch wide to accommodate his huge size, and fuck, it felt good. The feeling of his dick sliding deeper into me, the friction of our bodies, was mind-blowing. I let out a loud gasp and closed my eyes to take in the sensation of him filling me up.

Oh, how the tables had turned. As more of him entered my wet slit, I felt myself tighten, and I gasped and groaned as his fat cock slid into me, stretching me further and further, causing delicious friction within. It hurt and I winced, feeling his thick cock enter deeper, a bit painfully so. But a burning pleasure started in the pit of my stomach, an infernal flame, as Toby filled me with his hot meat.

"Fuck, Kimberly. You feel so good," Toby groaned. I could hear the hunger and desire in his voice. I whimpered in response. "Such a tease," he murmured. 

"Ohhh God, y-you're... big...!" I gasped. "P-please, go easy on m-me..."

But Toby didn't move. He looked down at me with those dark, intense eyes of his. Then he said,  "There is no turning back. You're no longer Josh's. I'm inside you, not him, and I'll fuck you when and how I please until I cum inside you."

I trembled with desire. His words were harsh, but they made me feel like nothing else ever had. Toby was right. This wasn't Josh fucking me. It was Toby. And I wanted him more than anything else. I didn't want to hold back anymore. I was his. And I wanted him to show me what that meant.

His words were like poison. I wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong. But deep down, I knew he was right. Blackmail or not, this was what I had been missing since the last time we had been fucking.

"He couldn't protect you from me, so now you're mine," Toby continued. He started slowly rocking his hips back and forth, pulling his thick shaft halfway out before sliding it back in. He was a maniac in his own sense, and now it felt like he had me, his enemy's wife, his perfect cock inside me. I was on fire.

His thrusts were slow but powerful. His cock buried itself deep inside me with every thrust, hitting my cervix.

"Yes..." I moaned. "Use me..."

I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs. My pussy was soaked and throbbing, and the friction between our bodies only made me even more aroused. Toby continued to fuck me hard, his cock sinking deep inside me.

It was rough, and I could feel his thrusts building. He was taking control, claiming me.

"Fuck me! Make me your whore, Toby..." I exclaimed, barely holding myself together.

His eyes widened, and his pace increased. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room and echoed through my ears as he sped up. He was fucking me hard. Fucking me for real. His frustration with me denying him was translating into his powerful thrusts. I was enjoying every second of it.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Toby said between heavy breaths. "Loving that I blackmailed you into being my fuck toy."

"Yessss! Yes, I am!" I exclaimed. "P-please! Show me why I was meant to fuck you!"

"He couldn't protect you... so now... you're... mine," Toby growled. His breath was ragged, and I could tell he was getting close.

His words rang true. Josh couldn't protect me from him, and now I was under Toby, getting railed by his huge cock. It had been all I had desired for far too long. What Josh had given me didn't matter right now, only Toby's was in charge, and he had such great control, just how I craved to feel like, to get taken care of in that special way only he could deliver.

Damn it, why couldn't Josh just have accepted this? Instead, I had to go almost a year without his rival's cock pounding me and fucking me stupid. A guilty sense of resentment grew in me. Why did Josh have to deny me this? This was fantastic!

But it was finally here, and the pleasure of Toby's cock was quickly washing over it. I could feel my orgasm building inside me. I clawed and gripped the bedsheets, my eyes tightly closed. My legs locked behind his waist, trapping him inside. All sense of control, rationality, and resistance had vanished. In its place, the basest of primal instincts ruled, my body completely surrendering to his.

"Fuck, Kim. You're so tight," Toby groaned.

I could only whimper as his cock plunged in and out of me. The sounds of wet squelching filled the room along with the sounds of his balls slapping against my skin and his loud grunting. He was fucking me hard and fast, and I loved it. My walls were squeezing his fat cock, milking him for everything he was worth.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. "UGH! TOBY! UGH!"

My body shook violently as I came hard around Toby's cock. I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs, and my pussy clamped down on Toby's cock. He continued to pound me, his pace relentless, fucking me through my orgasm.

"That's right, cum around my cock," Toby growled. "I forgot how fucking amazing your pussy feels. Josh is a fucking idiot. How could he throw this away?"

His words were like a slap in the face. They reminded me of how I had let myself become Toby's slut again, of how I'd failed Josh once again. But I was powerless. The guilt mixed with my lust for Toby, and it only made me want him more.

I looked down to see where we joined, and to my shock, I saw that he had only pushed in a bit more than half his cock. He had at least 4 inches more to go before he would be hilted within. The knowledge that Toby hadn't even fully sheathed himself inside me made me shiver. Toby seemed to catch on, and with a satisfied grunt, he started sinking the rest of his cock into me, pressing forward slowly until he was balls deep into me, making me feel as his meat started to drag and press against all the sensitive spots which Josh wasn't physically able to reach, causing me to moan loudly, letting him know just how much I craved him.

Instead of my orgasm subsiding, it got stronger and stronger, seemingly more and more with each deep stroke of his powerful cock. He was stretching me open, wrecking my poor married pussy and showing it his dominance. That giant cock was stretching me wide and molding me in a shape perfectly able to take such a monster. Oh fuck, my legs were shaking as the fire in the pit of my stomach burned stronger. Toby's relentless onslaught didn't allow me to calm down from any of the pleasure I experienced. It was intense and raw and glorious.

"Come on, just take it, baby..." Toby whispered, his hot breath tickling the skin of my ear, making me shiver. "Cum around my cock, and forget about Josh."

All I had fought for had simply slipped away with the promise of sex and pleasure. It was as if he had robbed me of the higher emotions and reduced me to nothing but a lust-ridden, slutty sextoy for him to fuck whenever he felt like it.

"Oh, yes... right there..." I moaned, urging him on, barely able to talk through the relentless pressure. It was so intense and overwhelming, and I could barely handle it.

He didn't take it slowly at all, didn't let me adjust in any way, but instead immediately bottomed me with the entirety of his giant cock, burying it all the way deep into my wet depths. I gasped as the head of his cock pressed up against my cervix.

He pulled back before immediately shoving himself back in. It felt incredible. There was no gentleness or hesitation, just the animalistic fucking of his huge, throbbing shaft into my small little married pussy, giving me what I had truly been craving all these months. My walls wrapped around his thick meat, trying desperately to milk him for all his worth. I had missed this more than anything, as much as it pained me.

"Does Josh do it like this? Does he fuck you this deep?!" Toby hissed, clearly pissed at Josh despite having his massive cock balls deep inside me.

"N-no..." I moaned. It was the truth. Josh's average cock was nowhere near as big as Toby's, and Josh was always hesitant and gentle with me, afraid of hurting me. Josh wasn't a small man in any regard, not downstairs either, but Toby was just bigger. Nature had dealt him a healthy cock with appetite for breaking down married women. "No one fucks me this well... not like you, not like your huge cock," I continued between moans. It was true. No one else had given me the pleasure Toby did. Even Alex paled in comparison, though his cock was a monster itself. 

But Toby's? 

Fuck. If I was totally honest, which I wasn't in the moment of course, Linda could probably dwarf Toby, but it was the tenacity, the eagerness to destroy me and my marriage, that made Toby such a great fuck. And fuck me he did, with unrelenting vigor, and the more I thought about how good it was, the better it felt.

"That's right," Toby growled. "Your pussy belongs to me now. You're my slut."

"Oh God, yes!" I moaned. "I'm your slut! Make me yours! Fuck me, please!"

"I'm gonna fuck you whenever I want. I'm no longer that shy piece of shit from before. I'll take you whenever and however I want," Toby continued, his cock pounding me as he spoke.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned. The thought of being used by Toby anytime he wanted was too much. The thought of being fucked by him every day, every hour, made my pussy clench around his cock.

"You're mine now," Toby growled. "You might be married to Josh, but your body clearly chooses me."

"I'm yours!" I exclaimed. "All yours!"

"Oh, fuck yes!" he exclaimed. His grunts increased in pace, and I could tell he was close. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum deep inside you!"

His words sent shivers down my spine. I loved the idea of being filled with his seed, of being claimed and owned by him.

Instead of maintaining his frantic pace, Toby slowed down and started fucking me slower, deeper, and harder, hitting my cervix with each thrust. He wanted to make sure I felt every inch of his cock, that he was going as deep as possible, that when he would ensure to flood my womb, my body would never forget who put it there. It was primal and animalistic, and fuck, did it feel good. I knew I was getting close to another orgasm, and the fact that he was going to fill me with his cum made it even more intense.

"I'm gonna fill you up," Toby said, looking down at me with increased focus. "I'm gonna breed you." His breathing was heavy, and his cock felt so hard inside me. "You're gonna take it all."

The thought of being bred by him was all too much. I could see it. Inside of me. His big hog throbbing violently, threatening to erupt at any moment. It could go off. I felt a warmth in my groin growing. I wanted this, the primordial desire to be knocked up by him, despite how twisted it was, but the more the prospect kept on playing in my mind, the more it turned me on.

Fuck! 

His white goo, filled with his genes over my husband's, would soon take over my deepest depths, impregnating me right behind Josh's back. It would be yet another cruel betrayal. Toby's swimmers would find my egg and fertilize it, and the possibility of becoming pregnant scared me but also aroused me more than anything else in the world. It was dirty, wrong, and twisted, and I was more turned on than ever. 

The vivid images kept playing in my mind. My fertile womb, opened to its new owner's superior virility, accepting his huge load, his cum flooding into my awaiting depths. My walls contracting in an orgasm. Climaxing alongside him, sealing our copulation. The seed inside me overtaking my system, quickly taking root. The seed taking effect. A life forming within me. Toby's baby. The ultimate symbol of his ownership and virility. A living representation of his control and dominion over me, and one which, thanks to his overactive nuts, would last for the rest of my life, reminding me and taunting me with just who I belonged to, the new daddy, who fucked me better than Josh ever could.

It was insane, I knew that, but fuck. Just fuck. This felt so good, so damn fucking right. So damn natural. This was why I cheated and betrayed my dear husband.

Even the first time we had an affair, when I thought Josh was in on it... I knew that I'd most likely cave to Toby's advances eventually, with or without Josh's knowledge or approval. Well, here I was, deep into the worst of my transgressions against Josh yet, and with no one else around except Toby. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would once again have Toby deep inside of me, I'd have scoffed at them. Yet, here we were. And I could not be any happier with the situation.

I loved my husband. He was a good man, he really was. He was perfect for me in almost every way. We got along well, and had similar interests and values. Josh would give me the world if I'd ask for it. He was safe, secure, and dependable. A stable man that treated me well, and would never risk anything in our marriage. He was the ideal man, and a real catch for any woman in her right mind. Half the office lusted after him, even some of the men.

Yet... there were some parts of me that needed more. Things that Josh couldn't give me. Things that made me crave more. He had wanted to explore a fetish once upon a time, despite the possible irrevocable repercussions, and despite his slight uncertainty. Toby had stepped in and fulfilled those needs, and while they had lasted, the pleasure, the orgasms, the hot semen deep inside, it had been incredible.

But after those times, Josh had still been too unsure about it. It was understandable. But our exploration had opened Pandora's box for me, and no matter how much I tried to shut it, I could never keep it closed. 

Toby's cock swelled inside me. I could feel it throb and grow even bigger. The prospect of it going off inside me made me tremble. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me, the way it stretched me open, the way it made me feel. The way it felt like it belonged there. Like it was where it was supposed to be.

I could feel the pressure building, his big balls ready to explode, and as his huge cock buried itself into my married depths, all I could think about was Toby's hot cum exploding inside me. A sensation I had missed so severely.

"Oh, God... Please breed me," I moaned. My voice was shaky. "I've missed feeling your hot cum deep inside me. I've missed feeling you claim my body." I was rambling now, desperate for him to finish. Desperate for him to plant his seed and fill me with the first load in too fucking long.

Toby groaned, and I could tell he was close. His thrusts became faster and more erratic. His balls were slapping against my ass, making lewd squishing sounds as his precum lubricated my tight walls.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good," Toby growled. "It feels so fucking good... Fuck!"

The knot inside the pit of my stomach was tightening. I couldn't hold it much longer.

"UGH!" Toby moaned. "UGH! FUCK!"

A sudden rush of warmth spread through me as I felt his cock twitch and swell. A sharp cry escaped my lips and, with an incredibly intense orgasm washing through me, Toby unleashed his full potential and started ejaculating. The first rope of sperm crashed hard onto my cervix before diving in with immense force into my vulnerable uterus. That feeling. That sweet, sweet feeling of Toby's goo shooting deep inside my unprotected womb. Nothing in the world would ever beat it. Ever.

He followed up with another burst of his hot jism, and the same feeling came again, his powerful cream planting itself deep inside, giving my eggs their biggest breeding opportunity yet. That was just the start. Oh, I could feel his unceasing loads coming my way, flooding me, his potent seed painting my insides, so very numerous, so virile and viable. I would have had no chance anyway even if we'd had contraceptives, but with how we didn't... The reality sunk in as another huge blast came, and another, his cock barely giving me a pause. This was dangerous, and there was no other solution but to take it.

A wave of ecstasy rushed over me, making me gasp and whimper. My climax hit me with full force, my legs going numb, and the world around me turned to white for a few blissful moments.

"AHHHHH, FUCK!" I screamed as a tsunami-force orgasm swept my body. "OH FUCKING GOD YESSSS!"

And at that moment, something changed inside me. As I shook uncontrollably, I surrendered completely to him. My body became his to use, my mind surrendered, my spirit conquered. I would never be free of his influence, and all I could do was accept that I had already lost. Toby had won, and I was his.

His cum continued to pour deep inside of me, filling every crevice of my body with his seed. The world around me seemed to fade away. All I could feel was him and his hot, sticky sperm. I felt a sense of calmness overtake me, and I knew that this was where I belonged. Right here, underneath Toby, his cock buried deep inside of me.

His huge tool continued unloading its heavy payload deep within, the throbbing, convulsions and pulses spreading through his shaft into mine were fantastic. How many months had I waited for this moment, hoping for another opportunity with Toby?

"UGH, Fuck! That was fucking incredible!" Toby moaned. "Fuck!"

We both let out a soft moan as he collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that for a while. Our breathing was heavy, and our skin was hot against each other. It felt good being in his embrace. Feeling his chest rise and fall against me. His hands slowly roamed over my body. I felt guilt, yes, but I was of my own free will becoming his whore. I had allowed myself to be blackmailed into being his.

After what felt like forever, Toby's breathing returned to normal. He sat up and looked down at me. I could feel his cum dripping out of me, making a mess. He smirked before getting up from me, leaving me laying on the bed alone and panting heavily. I watched him as I caught my breath, still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm he had given me. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew that there was no turning back. I was Toby's.

"What... what happens now?" I asked between heavy breaths. I was nervous and unsure of what to do next. I don't think the gravity of the situation hadn't hit me yet. I was still relishing in the mental afterglow of the intense orgasm he had given me, and I didn't want to think about what I had just done. I just wanted to enjoy the moment. But I knew I had to face reality eventually, and that scared me.

Toby didn't say anything.

"Toby...?" I said, more insistently.

"Get cleaned up," Toby said, nodding toward the bathroom.

*

"OH FUCK! Toby! I love it!" I moaned as Toby pushed my legs apart and spread my pussy lips with the head of his cock. He had barely entered me, but already my body was aching for him to fuck me again. 

My mind was conflicted; I could still feel the guilt of cheating on Josh, but it was so hard to resist and not give in. The feeling of his huge cock inside me was overwhelming.

Squeezed between the wet shower wall behind me and Toby's pressing body in front of me, my entire body was shivering and shaking in anticipation. My legs were locked tightly around his waist, his hands firmly gripping my thighs to prevent me from sliding down as his huge, long cock got lodged further and further into me.

"You wanted this all along, didn't you?!" Toby hissed. 

"Y-yes! Oh God yes...!" I exclaimed. The pleasure was too much. His words were like poison. They made me feel so good, so dirty, so guilty.

"Josh can't satisfy you, can he?" Toby growled. His cock was buried deep inside me, stretching me open. He felt so good. I couldn't believe how much I had missed his cock. "No one can satisfy you like me."

"No... no one," I moaned. "Fuck, no one..."

Toby pulled back before slamming his cock back into me. His thrusts were hard and powerful, sending shockwaves through my body. My legs trembled, and my walls clenched around his thick shaft.

"Tell me you're mine," Toby growled. "Tell me your body belongs to me."

"I'm yours!" I moaned.

"I'm gonna ruin you, then I'm going to ruin your dipshit husband too," Toby hissed.

His words were like a slap in the face. I knew he was serious. He would destroy me, Josh, and everything we had worked so hard to build. But in that moment, as Toby fucked me with his huge cock, all I could think about was how good it felt. And how I couldn't wait to experience it again and again.

"Fuck yes, ruin me!" I moaned. I was barely able to speak as my body was consumed by pleasure. "Steal me! Josh has no idea that he's losing me... fuck... you're stealing his wife from right under him!" My words caused an unexpected wave of satisfaction to wash over me. The prospect of being taken from Josh was a welcome one. Maybe that was what I had wanted all along. For someone else to step in and just take what belonged to him.

"Damn right I'm stealing his wife," Toby growled. "And I'll fuck his sister too. I'll break her, just like I'm doing to you right now."

A mix of guilt and pleasure washed over me. The thought of Toby taking Luna from Josh too was too much. I loved how he talked like Josh didn't deserve a happy life. It was incredibly erotic.

"Yes, fuck her! Break her!" I exclaimed. "I want you to fuck us both!"

Toby growled, his thrusts growing even harder. The intensity was too much. I was cumming, hard.

"Ohhh fuck, Toby! Yes! I'm cumming!" I screamed.

My body shook violently as my orgasm ripped through me, pleasure rushing to every nerve ending in my body. It was almost too intense to bear.

Toby grunted. He was close too. His balls tightened as he neared his climax too.

"Fill me up again," I moaned. "Fill me with your cum."

"That's right," Toby said between gritted teeth. "Beg for it."

"Please," I moaned. "Please, please fill me up..."

His eyes were like molten lead, dripping with rage, eager to claim what had always belonged to him, his massive, pre-cum soaked monster cock pushing forward with all its weight, diving into my stretched pussy to take the final plunge and hilt itself fully inside, marking me with the true ownership of my body. His mouth descended upon my collar, giving me a quick, messy, intense hickey before he whispered into my ear.

"I'm gonna knock you up," he said, almost in a hissing way, though still dripping with power. "Josh couldn't do it. So, I will."

"Cum inside me," I begged. I couldn't control myself anymore. I was too far gone. "Knock me up. Fill me with your seed, claim me," I said, the fire inside me reaching new levels of desire.

His cock twitched inside me as he neared his climax. With one last thrust, he buried his cock into me as I cried out in pleasure. I could feel his hot seed filling me. There was so much. I knew there was a chance I might get pregnant from him. And knowing Toby's appetite, I knew if right now wasn't the mistake bound to happen, then it would eventually happen.

"There you go,"  I purred in his ear. I was so into all of this by now. The dirty talk with the underlying truth made everything feel better. "Knock me up... Josh couldn't do it, but you will..."

*

We stood in the kitchen together, me naked and thrown over the small kitchen table, Toby right behind me with his fat cock breaking in my ass. It was quite the effort, as Toby's cock was simply huge and I was tighter than I probably should be. It hurt, quite a bit, but Toby showed little mercy. And besides, the pain and humiliation was strangely pleasurable and exactly what I had needed. A big fat cock wrecking my anal passage.

"Aaah!" I whimpered. "So fucking big, it hurts!"

"You can take it," Toby grunted. "Stop fucking crying about it."

I knew I could take it. Linda had done me in good, but she was much gentler than I realized. Toby wasn't like that, though. He took what belonged to him, and right now, it was my ass. He would break me if I couldn't. It was the exact same lesson in domination I had been craving.

Toby gave a strained grunt as he shoved me forward, burying me face-first into the table. The pressure and weight of him bearing down on my ass was intense. His fat cock was slowly spreading me, invading, and plundering, but in a very pleasurable way. My walls were stretching wider and wider with every push until suddenly he tore through the resistance and pushed forward with such vigor I thought I would be sick, the intense pain followed by a sense of accomplishment, the knot in the pit of my stomach relaxing. My body was humming as a satisfied moan left my parted lips. The pressure and stretch continued, causing the muscles in my lower back to cramp. But it felt so, so good.

It didn't take long before Toby started pumping me slowly, working his cock in and out of my stretched and abused passage. It was painful, but I knew the pleasure would come. I could feel his cock filling me in a place Josh had never touched, and just that made the pain bearable. I felt like he punched right through my muscles as his cock broke past them, tearing into me, forcing his way in like he owned the place. He was conquering my body, his prize for his patience.

"Ugh, your ass is tight..." Toby groaned. "Fuck... it feels so good... agh.."

"You're... so big..." I gasped. "So fucking big."

Toby's grip on my hips tightened. He gave a low grunt, and then he started thrusting. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our grunts and groans filled the room.

"Fuck..." Toby groaned.

The kitchen table creaked beneath us as Toby picked up speed, and my moans grew louder and louder.

"Yes..." I groaned, my body starting to loosen up. "Your cock is too good... I can't stand it." I clutched the edges of the table as the wood groaned underneath our combined weights.

"You like that, huh?" Toby growled, slamming hard.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, Toby! It's so fucking amazing," I moaned. I couldn't deny it. It was exactly what I had needed. His monster cock wrecking my tight hole.

Toby continued to hammer into me for what felt like an eternity, until my whole body was covered in a fine layer of sweat. I couldn't believe how much stamina the man had. He wasn't holding anything back either, and it showed.

"So... fucking... tight..." he grunted between strokes.

"I need more... Toby..." I begged. My insides were burning, my asshole struggling to accommodate his cock. The tightness in my stomach was only growing. "Please... please... give me more."

My pleading seemed to do the trick. With a grunt, Toby started pushing his cock deeper, his hips slamming against my ass faster and faster. The pressure was becoming almost too much for me to handle, my head swimming from pleasure. The pain was still there, but it was now mixed with pure ecstasy, making it difficult for me to care. I could feel my asshole getting tighter, and Toby grunted as he felt the muscles contracting around his cock.

"Fuck..." Toby gasped. "That's right..." he continued. "Take it... Take it... Who's in charge?"

"O-o-oh God... o-okay, Toby, yes... I'm so fucking close!" I managed to cry out, my body on the verge of collapsing as Toby continued to fuck me.

Toby started pounding me with a wild, feral ferocity, his cock sinking all the way down into the base, my guts moving with every savage plow, as he squeezed and molded my innards into whatever shape was convenient for his fat, goliath meat. My face was smashed into the table by one hand, Toby's other pressing on my lower back. If there was ever any doubt as to who was truly in charge here, I was reminded when a rough jerk sent me sputtering, knocking the wind out of my lungs, making me gasp.

He wasn't letting go. Even with my heavy gasping, he refused to let me up, my cheeks squished against the surface of the table as I let him ruin my ass, all the way back into me until I feared his cock would rip me in two. But I loved every minute of it.

"FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" I yelped

"I'm... close too..." Toby groaned, his voice straining. His hips were slowing down, but his cock was throbbing even more.

I wasn't sure whether it was his or my sweat, but I could taste salt on my lips, and my hair was sticking to my forehead. There were spots dancing in my vision, my brain unable to process how intense it felt as my mind floated and spun in the rush of orgasm. The intense feeling inside the pit of my stomach expanded, exploding across the rest of me. It was almost too much, but I relished the feeling. My arms buckled and the force of my orgasm forced a silent scream from me as my eyes rolled up.

"Ah fuck!" Toby cried.

The next thing I felt was an explosion of warmth inside my guts. I felt an incredibly tingly feeling throughout my entire lower body, starting in my groin, before traveling up through the base of my spine. It was so warm and sticky, and the sensation made my head spin and my legs shake.

"Ungh... fuck," Toby moaned, his fingers digging into my skin. "So... damn... tight!"

We stayed like that for several seconds as we tried to catch our breath. I could hear my pulse thumping in my ears, and I struggled to process everything that just happened. Everything about what happened was completely overwhelming.

*

I must've passed out or something, because I suddenly woke up to someone settling between my thighs. I tried to sit up in the bed, but I was gently pushed back down. And before I was fully aware of what was going on, something prodded at the entrance to my pussy. It slipped inside, and after being brutally destroyed and ravaged by his giant dick, it felt incredibly gentle. Almost too gentle for what I wanted and needed from him.

"Toby?" I asked, blinking a couple times to try and wake myself up further. The touch to my folds was tender, far gentler than he should be and felt a strange tenderness, given the brutal treatment he'd shown my poor holes thus far. I loved rough fucking as well as the next girl, but gentle treatment was not something Toby had offered previously. I wasn't used to such... softness from a cock like Toby's.

"Just let me," came his voice, dark and a bit impatient. A shiver went down my spine. I couldn't say no to that, and I relaxed again. He sank himself further into me, making my walls stretch for him. It felt so good, especially when his tongue was exploring my sensitive neck. Fuck.

It didn't take long for me to get lost in the sensations, his thick member slowly sliding in and out of me. His lips brushed across my collar, leaving gentle kisses and nips. He took his time, thrusting slow but deep and heavy, allowing my stretched walls to gradually tighten around him as I got accustomed to his size. It was nothing short of incredible. He kept the slow pace for a while, seemingly intent on taking his time and really savoring the feel of me around him. He would roll his hips occasionally to bring himself back as far as he could before thrusting in, which sent another spike of pleasure shooting through me.

I bit down on the pillow to keep myself from moaning loudly, the fabric muffling my whimpers and gasps of pleasure. It was a slow build-up, a steady increase of sensations that left me writhing and desperate. He'd grind into me, my entire body quivering and shuddering and reacting to his presence. Then he'd pull back slowly, the aching, yearning ache deep within me only making me want him to continue and fill me.

I felt him twitch deep inside me, the small tremors reminding me of how deep he was. His cock was pressed firmly into my cervix, the bulge protruding and sending tiny jolts of electricity straight up my spine. My entire body quivered as the feelings inside me built higher and higher until I could no longer control my breathing, gasping and moaning with every slow thrust.

"Oh fuck..." I gasped.

My back arched, and a surge of heat washed over me. It felt almost too good, too intense for me to handle. It was all I could do to cling onto him, desperately seeking release as he worked me. His lips crashed down against mine, silencing any protest I might've had.

When he broke away, his eyes were dark and filled with hunger and lust. They bored into me, making it hard to think or speak. I was getting used for his pleasure, and I couldn't think of a single reason why I didn't like that. Instead, it was turning me on even more. My inner thighs were sticky with the arousal. He continued to pound me with a primal force, a burning need to mark my insides as his own. The sensation was exquisite. The feeling of him claiming me was so unbelievably satisfying, so fulfilling. It was an intense feeling, and it threatened to send me over the edge. My body convulsed violently as he bottomed out inside me, his shaft rubbing against my oversensitive walls. It sent sparks of electricity along my spine, my toes curling tightly.

His lips found mine again. We kissed, sharing the intimate moment as we connected. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist. The passion and intensity between us was nearly overwhelming. Every part of me ached with the intensity of our fucking, and I craved for more.

His strokes slowed again, each one bringing him closer to completion. My walls were so tightly clenched around his meat, the way he filled me was magical and invigorating. He leaned down, burying his face against my neck, his teeth grazing against my soft, sensitive skin. With the closeness and the intimacy between us, it wasn't long before he reached his peak. His grip tightened and the heat surged through us both, my climax following not far behind.

His hips stuttered, his thrusts losing their rhythm and his cock pulsated wildly as his seed shot deep into my core. I groaned and tightened around him. His teeth sunk into my neck.

My walls twitched and shuddered around him, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. My muscles spasmed wildly, and my chest heaved. Toby grunted, thrusting harder to work himself further inside me. My body was so incredibly sensitive and raw, but yet I craved for more, trying to push back, rolling my hips up to meet his short, jagged thrusts, milking his cum right into the fertile core, desperate to receive the sticky prize inside my pussy.

The warmth seeped inside me and deep within. I felt it course throughout my being as I rode out my orgasm. Toby pulled back slightly before burying himself again, filling me with a final surge of warmth.

He stayed inside me as the aftershocks hit me. I shivered, the waves of pleasure still making me shudder slightly. The strength of my orgasm continued to surprise me. Wave after wave rushed through me, and I was powerless to fight against it. The pressure and strain was almost too much.

As I came down, a deep contented sigh escaped me. My body slumped back against the sheets, exhausted and spent. I felt satisfied. I closed my eyes, and just allowed myself to float. Toby didn't bother moving. He lay atop me, his hog softening inside of me.

"A bit different this time?" I asked, smiling a little.

"From now on, I'm fucking you whenever I want," Toby said.

I had expected to feel a pang of guilt and shame at what I had done. But there was none. I was completely at ease. I had been so desperate for sex with Toby that I'd let him take advantage of me, and I felt... relieved. This was what I had wanted for so long. To have my husband's rival dominate and use me. I loved Josh, but I needed more than he could offer. Toby fulfilled that.

"Mm, and when will you want to fuck me next?" I asked. I looked up at him, and I couldn't help but smile. There was something so deliciously naughty about the way he took control of me.

"Whenever I feel like it," Toby growled. 

I bit my lip. Just thinking about it made my pussy clench.

"I'll be your free use slut?" I asked, biting my lip. Toby said nothing. "But... what about Josh? He can't find out..."

"I don't give a shit," Toby said. "I'm done holding back. And I'll enjoy ruining your marriage. In fact, I think you enjoy it too."

I blushed deeply. My heart skipped a beat. The idea was so appealing, and yet I was hesitant. I loved Josh, but I couldn't deny my attraction to Toby and the prospect of letting him ruin my marriage was intoxicating.

"Maybe I do," I whispered. "It's wrong, but... I can't stop thinking about how good it felt when you fucked me. It feels so wrong, but I love it. I need it."

"Then get your mouth around my cock," Toby said. "I'm not done using you."

I looked up at him, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. He wasn't kidding. My mouth watered at the thought. I had always enjoyed sucking a nice, hard cock. 

"With pleasure," I murmured.

His eyes burned with hunger. My chest swelled with a sense of pride. He desired me. He wanted me, not just as a passing frivolous lay, but for everything. He wanted to fuck me anytime, and now he would. I couldn't stop myself from blushing. I would happily allow him to take control and use me whenever he wanted. There was something so intoxicating about giving my body over to him and letting him ravage it.

His thick cock sprang free as I removed the sheet covering him, revealing him at half mast.

"Damn. Now, this is a view I could get used to," I said.

"Get that mouth around my cock," Toby growled. I obeyed, eagerly dropping down to my knees in front of the bed, and positioning myself to have Toby's cock right before me as he swung himself into a seated position, resting back on his elbows.

Without hesitating, I leaned forward and licked from the tip of his shaft all the way to the base, stopping at his balls. My lips wrapped around one, sucking it gently, swirling my tongue around it, and then the other. Toby let out a moan. Encouraged, I continued.

"Good," he groaned. "Such a slut for me..."

I could feel my confidence growing.

Toby didn't take his eyes off of me as I sucked on him, taking him deep into my mouth, bobbing up and down. A surge of excitement flooded through me, and a small moan escaped. Toby's eyes darkened with lust as he watched me pleasure him. There was something very hot about him watching me service him.

"Keep going," he whispered. "Show me how much you love my fat cock."

"Mhmm, so fucking big," I moaned in between sucking.

He reached out with his hand, entangling it with my hair, pulling lightly and pushing me up and down his hard member, the salty taste of his precum flooding my mouth.

"Listen, Kimberly. I'm going to destroy Josh. Fucking destroy him," Toby said, with a raising anger in his voice. "And you're going to help me. You already have, but more than that. I wanna fuck his sister. I want to break that bitch Linda open too. I want to either burn his companies to the ground or take them over for myself."

Honestly, I almost got up and slapped Toby across the face. But I didn't. The words just flowed out of him. I was disgusted with myself, but I was also turned on by his rage and aggression. And as much as I hated to admit it, I wanted to be part of it. I wanted to help him destroy Josh. I loved Josh, but something about Toby's hatred for him made me wet. It was twisted and wrong, but I couldn't deny my attraction to Toby, and I couldn't fight the urge to let him continue to use me however he wanted.

And honestly, what he was saying was so farfetched that I felt safe relishing in it as dirty talk. He didn't actually think he could ruin Josh. That wasn't possible. Right?

"I can't wait to watch you wreck Luna," I said, moaning. "She deserves it."

"Luna is such a bitch. She thinks she's better than everyone. But she'll submit to me. Just like you did," Toby continued. "I'm gonna break her down until she's nothing more than a mindless sex toy for me."

His words were so cruel and hateful, but they made my pussy ache with need. I wanted to see Toby dominate Luna and claim her as one of his sluts. I loved Luna too, she was a sister to me, a perfect specimen in every way, and we've been through so much together, and perhaps that was why Toby's words were poison, that they burned a hole in my stomach and sent a wave of warmth through me.

"That's right. Show me how much you love my cock," Toby growled. "I know you. You love the thought of me impregnating your sister-in-law. You love the thought of me turning her into my whore."

"I do," I moaned. "I love the thought of you fucking Luna until she screams for your cock. I want to lay under her and look up at your cock sawing in and out of her perfect body, breaking her down. I want to see her lose herself in the pleasure of your big fat cock."

Toby let out a low moan. His eyes were dark and filled with lust. He was clearly enjoying my words. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth, his cock throbbing as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Toby's breathing became heavy. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling me down further onto his cock. I choked slightly as he pushed himself deep into my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I continued to bob up and down, working my tongue and lips around him.

"Fuck... so good..." Toby groaned. "Keep going..."

I pulled back slightly, swirling my tongue around his tip before taking him back into my mouth. Toby's breathing quickened. He was close, and I knew it.

"I can't wait to watch you fuck Luna," I whispered, jacking him off before pushing his cock against my tongue. "You deserve to have her as a trophy. To destroy her like you did me."

"Agh," Toby grunted, his grip tightening in my hair. "I'm gonna... fuck her so hard..."

"I want to see you fill her pussy with your cum. I want to see you dominate her and break her," I moaned. "She's so sexy, too. Her perfect ass, her perfect breasts... fuck. I can't wait to watch you take her."

Toby groaned, clearly enjoying my words. His breathing became heavy. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I knew he was close, and I wanted to make sure he enjoyed every second of his release. I picked up the pace, bobbing up and down on his cock as deliberately as I could, swirling my tongue around him, and running my lips along his shaft.

"I'm... cumming..." Toby grunted, his hand gripping my hair tightly. He pushed me down, forcing his cock deep into my mouth and throat, shooting his thick, hot seed down my throat. The taste was salty, but not unpleasant. I swallowed eagerly, milking him for every drop of his delicious cum.

I kept sucking until I felt his cock softening in my mouth. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed and a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

"That's right, swallow that cum like the good little slut you are," Toby said. He pulled me off of him with a wet pop.

I sat back on my knees, looking up at him. He had a smug look on his face, clearly proud of himself.

*

"I'm going to use you until I fill your pussy up with my cum," Toby growled, his voice strained.

It was early morning the next day, and I was in the middle of the bed, legs spread for him as he pumped away at me. I was aching after the night we'd had, but still eager for him to fill me. Toby was insatiable. He'd made sure to thoroughly ravage both of my holes, and even when we slept, he couldn't stop his hands from exploring my body. He woke me up more than once, sliding his fat hog into my aching pussy, working his cock deep into my tight depths, grunting like an animal as he worked towards another messy creampie.

"Of course," I said, knowing what sort of dirty talk Toby loved. "It's yours to breed. Go ahead and use it. Put your seed in me. Make me pregnant."

"Fuck. Such a needy wife you are," he replied. He picked up the pace, his thick dick working itself deep inside me as his swollen balls pressed against my ass as he simply clenched and unclenched hips to really churn my insides. "But not for Josh. Your husband doesn't deserve you. You were made for this, to be used by me."

"Yes... yes..." I moaned. The pleasure was intense. I couldn't believe how good it felt. His words were like a drug, making me high and drunk with desire. "I need it, Toby. I need your cum. Breed me. Breed your new wife. Knock me up... ahh!"

My words were just what he needed. With one final, brutal thrust, he pushed himself as deep as possible and unleashed a torrent of cum inside my womb. His cock seemed to expand and pulsate as his hot load emptied itself inside my fertile core.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Toby grunted, burying his cock inside me. His warm cum painted my insides, and I cried out in pleasure as I felt his cock throb and pulse inside me. The feeling was surreal, yet again.

I shuddered as his hot seed washed my insides, a fullness and a warmth that I couldn't deny was right. How was such a strong ejaculation humanly possible? This was a violent, explosive eruption that claimed me as his, his target. He was aiming his potent load inside of me, to put his genes within the depths of my pussy. Such depravity only fueled me, making the aftershocks even stronger.

"Fuuuuuck, fuck..." Toby sighed. "So goddamn tight."

"That's it," I moaned, writhing as I rode out the waves of my own orgasm. "Give me all of it, Toby."

Getting bred by this bastard of a nerd, a rival to Josh, knowing how bad it was for our marriage, my family, our happiness, felt too damn good, and I found myself rolling with him in bed until another round ensued, then the next. Toby kept up a demanding pace as he filled me with his cum several more times. I had lost count, but the way it gushed inside me only reminded me of how depraved of an experience it was.

"This feels so right. Being used like this, taking your load, knowing it can ruin me. Knowing that you would keep fucking me through the pregnancy and using me still. Josh would be so furious at the two of us, but that just makes it all the better," I confessed, resting next to Toby as he had just rolled off of me for the final time this day. This evening, by now. 

Fuck, was that how low I'd stoop to justify my own needs? It was. It was because I needed that type of attention. The constant validation from both parties that I was good and worth it, and just imagining Josh finding out gave me chills. I wondered how that would play out in the real world. It would be catastrophic, that's what it would be.

"See," Toby said, "You're enjoying yourself. Just admit that you love being under me. That you need this."

I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I felt like I was losing control. But as Toby continued to fuck me, I realized that I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to keep using me. To keep cumming inside me. To make me his. And I knew that there was no turning back. I was already too far gone.

"Yes... I love it. I love being under you. I love being fucked by you. I need this. I need you," I moaned, submitting completely.

"That's it. Just give in and let me take care of you," Toby said.

"I've already given in, duh," I chuckled. "Just look at me, Toby. You fucked the shit out of me all night and all yesterday."

And that he did, leaving my body sore and exhausted. He had pumped so much into me, it was leaking out. I’d have to figure out what to do about the consequences, to circumvent my stupidness, but a part of me also thought, why not? Why not let chance decide how it was to happen, to fate? To my stupidity? Toby deserved nothing more after how he had successfully and very neatly taken his place between my thighs. 

Josh wanted a family anyway and hadn't been able to get me pregnant with months of trying, so this should only lead to positive results... right? Was that too fucked up and twisted? Sure was. I loved Josh, but what he was giving me wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me. But I would then be able to have both worlds; a perfect husband and a great fuck in Toby on the side. It was... tempting, I had to admit, and the fact that he knew and expected to take Josh down a notch only added to the sexiness of it all.

"I don't even know if I can walk," I joked, looking over at him.

"I bet you're not regretting it now," Toby grinned.

"Oh, no, I'm not. It was amazing. I just needed the release. The tension was killing me, and you knew exactly what to do," I said, leaning in and kissing him.

As our tongues danced and his fingers explored my body, I knew that I was in for another round. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and it was enough to make me wet again.

"Come here," Toby growled, pulling me closer. His hands roamed down my back until they reached my ass. He squeezed it, making me moan. "I'm not done with you yet."

I smiled and straddled his waist, positioning myself above his thick cock.

"Good. Because I'm not done with you either," I said.

With that, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. As his fat cock stretched me open once more, I could feel the pleasure building inside me.

Toby gripped my hips and began to thrust into me, hard and fast.

"Fuck yes," I moaned. "That's it, give it to me."

"Josh doesn't know shit about how to handle a slut like you. And he never will, because you're mine. I'm going to fuck you every chance I get, and you're going to love it," Toby grunted, his voice strained.

I closed my eyes and let the feeling of Toby's cock pounding me consume me. I couldn't deny that I loved being used by him, and I knew that I would keep coming back for more. Even when Josh got back, I would crave the pleasure that Toby could give me, and I would do anything to get it.

It was true, Josh had never fucked me like this. Not even close.

I opened my eyes and looked down at Toby. His dark eyes were filled with hunger and desire, and I knew that I couldn't stop him. He would do whatever he wanted, and I would submit.

"I'm so close..." he said through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna fucking cum, Kim..."

"Please..." I whispered. "Fill me up..."

Toby thrust deep inside me one last time and let out a long, loud grunt. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he came inside me, pumping his cum deep within my womb. The batch wasn't as copious as the previous three. Toby clearly needed his rest, so when he was done, I simply climbed off of him and headed to the shower once again. After all that sex, we were pretty much a filthy mess, so a nice and warm wash was necessary before heading home.

As the warm water rained down on me, I couldn't help but ask myself the same question. Was I happy to have cheated, to have let Toby fuck the shit out of me, blackmailed or not. And the answer was, as expected and to my guilt and shame, a resounding 'yes'. It had been everything I needed. It was pure release, and my body thanked me for it. Hell, I should've seen this coming a mile away. And perhaps that was what made my behavior all the worse.

As long as Josh wouldn't find out, I could keep doing this. As long as he wouldn't suspect, I wouldn't tell. Hell, the thrill of sneaking around with Alex had been one thing, but with Toby? It was on a whole other level. Especially when Toby made me come face to face with just how much of a cheater I truly was, it was so, so thrilling, even with the baggage of betrayal towards my husband that was to come with it.

I smiled to myself. If only I had caved earlier, if only I had let Toby seduce me sooner... perhaps I simply forgot how good Toby felt. Even as his strokes were a bit clumsy at times, his relentless nature, the feral urgency he brought, and that hot cum pumping inside me made it all the better. Toby might've been inexperienced and his techniques weren't polished, but that boy knew what he was doing, especially when it came to breeding women. He simply had that instinct and that determination to take the risk and really ruin them. Women in his eyes were meant to be used, to be fucked and impregnated, and that was it. It was the type of mentality that was absolutely deplorable, but it also made me shiver.

The way he treated me was so different from what Josh did, and I found myself craving it more and more.

I had cheated on Josh with someone he hated. The guy who had opened my eyes for depravity, who we had pushed out of our lives, had just fucked me silly, and I loved it. It was like a twisted fairytale, one with a happy ending that wouldn't be told. And there was no going back.

"That was... quite a lot of fun," I said after getting dressed and meeting him outside the bathroom.

"I knew you'd love it," Toby smiled. "It's what you've been missing."

"You're such a creep, Toby. A fucking weirdo," I sighed. "But yes. I needed it."

"I knew it," Toby said.

"I should get going," I said. "It's getting late."

"When does Luna go to work tomorrow?" Toby asked.

"Uhm, I think she's on an early shift. Around 9," I answered. "Why?"

"Leave the front door open for me after she's left," he said, with a smirk. "I want you in your bed again."

My heart skipped a beat. The repercussions of finally letting Toby inside me were dawning on me. This wasn't a one-time thing. It would be a slippery slope of fucking more, doing it more frequently, and getting discovered by Josh.

But as I looked down at Toby's cock, I knew that I couldn't say no. The risks were high, but the rewards were too good. I wanted it all. I knew there was no way I could refuse him. I was his now.

"Okay," I whispered. I looked up at him with a devious smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."