A Young Couple's Journey part 20 / TNT 29 (Patreon)

*

"Why?" I asked. "Josh will–"

Toby turned towards me and gave me a pretty firm look. Did he just... slap me? Like for real, for real? It had to be a joke, right? But... no, he really slapped me. He looked at me like I was some sort of pathetic loser, and I guess in a way, I kind of was.

I looked down at the floor, feeling like a fool.

 "Kimberly, stop fucking questioning me. Just do as I say," Toby said, indifferent, but determined.

I rubbed my cheek where he had hit me, wanting nothing else than to leave and see the reddening skin in a mirror. "Okay, Toby."

"Good," he said, looking over at the cameras around our photo studio trailer. "Now, let's punish you for your insubordination."

I felt a wave of humiliation and shame wash over me. He was right to punish me. I had been a bad girl and needed to be taught a lesson. But... I wasn't ready to give in to him just yet.

"Toby," I started, my voice shaky. "Please... don't. I'll be good. I promise." It was a farse, of course.

He smirked and stepped closer to me, his eyes roaming up and down my body. "Oh, really? Are you sure?"

"Yes," I said, nodding quickly. "I'll be a good girl. I'll do what you want."

"Oh, you will," Toby grunted, making my knees buckle even as I was down on the floor in front of him. He walked closer, and I instinctively crawled backwards until my back was against the wall. "You will."

Fuck, this was so fucked up! I shouldn't enjoy this... This wasn't sexy. But, god, I was wet. I felt my pussy clench and unclench, getting wetter and wetter, as Toby towered above me, his massive cock hanging in front of my face. I was supposed to be disgusted and repulsed, but I wasn't. I wanted it. I was scared of the punishment, but I was turned on. I wanted to get hurt and punished by Toby, and I was too weak to resist the temptation. I was a slave to my desires, and I had no will to resist. I had to have it.

An hour later, after Toby left the trailer, I was left panting on the floor. His cum was leaking out of my ass and down my legs as I tried to gather my bearings. Goddamn that man! He was so hot, so powerful, so... different. He changed so quickly, at the drop of a hat. It was insane how he just assumed he could dominate me like this.

He really had broken me. He took me like his property, fucked my ass for his pleasure, forced his cock down my throat, and came wherever he wanted. No condoms. In my ass, my pussy, all over my face and hair. There was nowhere I hadn't taken him, and it was nothing but pleasure for him. All his needs were catered to, no matter what.

God, he was such a fucking... Fucking what? What was he? He was a guy, a man, a strong, dominant alpha male who took what he wanted and didn't give a shit about who he hurt in the process. And he was fucking incredible. Fuck.

My body ached from the intensity of our sex, but I couldn't get enough. I needed more. I needed to be punished for my disobedience, for wanting to question him. For daring to talk back to him. I was a fucking disgrace to the world, and I needed to be put in my place.

My pussy ached to be filled by him again. My ass was sore. I was leaking his cum. Goddamn, that fucking alpha bastard really did show me no mercy. My whole body felt like it was on fire. The pleasure was so intense, it almost hurt. My asshole was sore, my asscheeks were red. My jaw hurt. Everything hurt so good. Fuck…

But now Toby had left, I assume he still had classes or whatever he did when he wasn't fucking me to oblivion. And I was left alone with my thoughts, feeling like a complete slut. It was like I couldn't get enough of him. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and I wanted to feel him inside me again and again and again. Even though my body felt like it was broken in half, I still wanted more. I was addicted to his aggression.

The way he made me feel like I was nothing but his property was intoxicating. The way he used and abused my body for his pleasure, with no thought to mine. God, I was a dirty, filthy whore that wanted nothing more than to please him, but not only did I crave it, I fucking needed it. It wasn't something that I could control. I needed to feel his power over me. His power over my body, over my mind. 

And to think I was married... a wife who was in the process of starting a family with her loving, oh-so perfect husband... instead, I had become this... a depraved, submissive slut who craved to get willingly raped by her abusive boy toy. Who, instead of putting my efforts toward indeed starting that family by fucking the brains out of my husband, I was letting this fucking asshole treat me like a worthless piece of trash, use my body, and break it.

Fuck, I love to be used. It was just something about feeling naive and stupid, to be taken advantage of, to be objectified. All these hundreds of years of women's rights and liberation, only to get turned on by being used and hurt like property. God, I was so fucking dirty!

I slowly tried to gather my things and got up. I had aches everywhere. My jaw felt out of place. My pussy and asshole both ached.

But as I weakly crawled across the trailer, looking at the cameras, the photos, the lights, the reflectors, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I had been so caught up in Toby while it was happening, but when I touched my cheek where he had slapped me, a sob escaped me. I couldn't hold it in. I was so ashamed. I was a disgrace. A failure. A pathetic, weak woman. I felt so guilty for letting this happen. I felt like I was a failure as a wife, as a person. I felt like I was worthless. Nothing.

I sat down on the couch and cried, my body shaking with sobs, my eyes watering, my nose running. I couldn't stop crying. I felt so dirty and ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop.

More than ever, I missed Josh. Right now, if he saw me crying, he'd wrap his big beautiful arms around me, hold me tight, and make me feel so safe. If he knew Toby had slapped me, he would've taken Toby's head off... but if Josh knew what Toby and I have been doing... he'd probably take Toby's head off too, but he'd divorce me. It was his right to do so. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I made a silent agreement with myself that I would never fight it if that was the path Josh took.

God, I missed my husband. It had been almost two weeks. I think. I wasn't even sure of that. I missed him so much, but I was also afraid of what he'd think of me. I was afraid of what he'd say. I was afraid that he wouldn't want me anymore. And of course he wouldn't. He shouldn't…

After sitting on the couch, crying for a while, I finally pulled myself together and began to clean up. I washed my face and my body, and then went to the mirror, and looked at myself, the bruise on my face where he had struck me, the hickeys on my chest and neck, the dried cum on my face, my makeup ruined, hair a mess. I didn't recognize myself. I didn't know who I was, but I was sure that I was a disgusting person. I looked like a mess.

A sexy mess? No. Maybe. Maybe a little. I smiled to myself. Yeah, it was kind of sexy to look this used. Like, a bad bitch. Like I was too much for anyone to handle. Not even Toby could contain me. I guess I should take pride in that.

The buzzing of my vibrating phone against the table pulled me from my thoughts as I groaned weakly, slowly dragging my hand over to pick it up. I sighed loudly, grunting in pain as I leaned my aching back against the edge of the couch. Picking it up, I felt another wave of excitement wash over my tired frame when I saw it was a message from Josh.

I couldn't believe how quickly that feeling of happiness could disappear when I saw the contents of the message. ‘I'm coming home in a few days. Just letting you know. Hope everything is well! Smileyface emoji!’

My heart sank in my chest as a wave of dread washed over me. No... no, no, no! It was too soon. Josh couldn't come home yet. I needed time. More time. Time to get used, to be broken, to get dominated, to get more addicted to Toby's cock, to become his. To get fucked more, to be raped more, to... to... to what? To fall out of love with my husband? No! That wasn't right. That wasn't fair. That wasn't what I wanted. I loved Josh, and I didn't want to lose him. But... I was so addicted to Toby's cock. I couldn't let go. I needed him. And I needed Josh, too. I loved Josh, but I needed Toby.

'yaaay!' I replied, not sure what else to even write. I was a mess. A dirty, used-up mess that couldn't even think straight. I was a disgusting slut who was cheating on her husband. With a psychopathic asshole. 

'Kill the guilt,' I thought to myself, the mantra that had gotten me through the past week and a half. I had to kill the guilt. It was the only way to survive. Just five seconds ago, I was missing Josh. Now, I wanted him gone.

If Josh were back in a few days, then to avoid any suspicion, I needed to act as normally as possible. I needed to clean up and get dressed. I needed to make sure everything was fine. And it was. We just needed to slow down a bit with him lingering around. I would have to move the fuck-trailer too.

The slap suddenly flashed through my mind again, but I swept it away. Everything was fine. I was going to have my loving husband, and I was going to cuckold him with Toby. I was going to have the best of both worlds, and I was going to enjoy it. I was going to be the best wife I could possibly be, and I was going to get fucked and punished by the best alpha male. That was the plan.

I just needed to kill the guilt. I would. No problem. I was a strong woman, and I had a great life. A husband who loved me. Who wanted to have a baby with me. I bit my lip and let out a moan at the thought of Toby impregnating me while Josh was trying. Unaware. Unable. Unknowingly letting Toby do the deed. In that sense, having him back was almost better. That way, I got the added thrill of knowing he was here, while Toby was fucking a baby into me. God, I was such a slut!

And in time, with the right pushing and shoving, I knew Josh would be okay with sharing me, with watching me cuckold him with Toby. Why else would he be so turned on about me teasing him about other men? Or why else did he send me to 'tuck Toby in' when he lived with us? Sure, he later didn't like that I blew Toby, and he never consented to me sleeping with that little psycho, but still.

And it wasn't like he didn't have to know I was a massive slut. As long as I was able to hide it from him, and I knew I could, things would be okay. I was a great actress, and I could lie and deceive. It was easy to trick a gullible person. Josh was so good, so honest, so trusting, that it would be easy to pull the wool over his eyes.

It was such great mental stimuli for my horniness, too. Thinking about Josh, unaware that his wife was getting addicted to Toby's cock. Unaware that his wife was cuckolding him. Unaware that his wife was getting knocked up by his wife's new alpha. Unaware that his wife was becoming his. That I belonged to Toby. That I was his. That he already owned me. And would soon own everything.

I smiled. This was going to be so much fun. This was going to be great. I was going to get to live a fantasy I had only been dreaming of, and it was going to be perfect. I was going to be the best wife I could be. I was going to make sure Josh was happy. For both his benefit, but also my own. The better life I gave him, the worse it made me feel when I did bad stuff. The better it was.

I couldn't wait to get started. I couldn't wait to get back to Josh.

*

Getting back to Indiana, well, I had dreaded it. But talking with Linda, hearing her advice, and having those deep heart-to-heart conversations had filled me with much more confidence. I was sure that anything could be done. So the drive back home went much smoother than first predicted.

It was still a weird sensation, however, as I stepped out of the car. While Indiana was not nearly as warm as Florida was, summer had set its warm grip around the state. Everything seemed to move at the usual slow pace of a midwestern afternoon; everything was green and beautiful. Scanning my driveway, I had to say it could use some freshening up. My backyard, too, to be honest. Especially now that we'd be more outdoors and whatnot. Maybe we could even throw a party or something, for old times sake.

But the very first thing I noticed was this big trailer right in the middle of my driveway. A big-ass black pickup was attached to it, with a couple of boxes and other odds and ends lying around. I raised an eyebrow as I parked, trying to figure out just exactly who this belonged to. I tried the door. No luck. Maybe it was Luna's? I shrugged my shoulders and headed to the garage, determined to head to the office right away. It was in the middle of the workday anyway, and Luna had been holding the line long enough and then some.

I must admit, being home again was a bit awkward. This big house, a huge property, but it was so empty, cold and silent. Well, nobody was home, as far as I could tell. Kim, maybe, but I doubted it. She had texted me she'd not be home when I got back. I hoped she would be, but alas. Luna was at the office, as well as Barney.

Well, I might as well head to work, then. No better time than the present, and I had been slacking way too much. Besides, what better way to get back in the normalcy of life than going back to work straight away?

The drive into town was uneventful. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve expected anything else. It was good to see some friendly faces in the lobby when I got there, and the staff was happy to see me back. I greeted some familiar people before going up the stairs to see if Luna was around.

As I stood in the elevator, I was actually feeling almost nervous as I was about to meet my employees. To them, I wondered if it looked like I had abandoned them. I guess Luna would be happy. While capable and certainly willing, the PR stuff was more her alley. But she had been good at the managerial side of running our businesses as well nonetheless and had done well. Still, it would probably be a huge relief for her to have me back and for her to go back to doing her actual job, the thing she liked doing. I knew it would also be a relief for Mirella, who had been Luna's right-hand man, erh, right-hand woman while I was away. Now neither had to be any hands and could go back their original tasks.

When the doors opened, and I walked into my offices again after such a long break, the place was as usual. Everything in its proper place, as if things hadn't skipped a beat. I entered the small lobby where our front desk clerk sat. He had headphones on, probably talking with a client. I felt like not interrupting him and instead headed straight for the main office area, but got a surprised look and a nod from him.

It wasn't the biggest office in the world, but we had a bunch of cubicles in the middle, and regular offices surrounding three of the sides of the building. There was a small kitchen area, a lounge space, a meeting room, and a few bathrooms. The whole place was modern and well decorated, per my instructions, a testament to the professionalism and success that we've built together. And it felt good to be back in action, I realized.

My heart was beating in excitement, and as I stepped into the open space, a couple of familiar faces spotted me instantly. I grinned, greeted and talked a little bit to the people I saw. They were eager to greet their boss, and I could feel the enthusiasm in the air lift a little. The fact that everyone was happy to see me here and in the flesh was a real boost in confidence and morale.

I reached Luna's office and smiled as I heard her talking. Her door was open, she was sitting behind her desk with her back toward the door. Her office really reflected her personality. She was a long, fit, cosplaying, modern, and all in all alt-girl baddie, with a confident attitude and a unique flair. In her office, there were plants, comic figures, books, a mini fridge with drinks and snacks, and the most prominent feature: the giant anime poster on the wall, which depicted an almost impossibly well-endowed, voluptuous woman, scantily clad, surrounded by swords.

"You can't do it that fast! I don't care if it's the same thing! Yeah! Fuck. Well, no, that's the point. No one wants that. We gotta think this through! That's how we did this thing last time, right?" Luna snorted and shook her head before turning her chair around. She immediately stopped dead in her tracks, first happy to see me, then annoyed as I picked up a random object on her desk and was fiddling around with it. "Fuck! Okay. You call me back when you've got it figured out. Talk to you soon." She ended the call and let out a frustrated groan.

"You've really kept this ship afloat and going, haven't you? You should have gotten more praise from your boss," I joked.

"Why didn't you say you were coming back?" Luna barked, annoyed. "I'd prepare something."

I shrugged. I didn't need a huge celebration. As much as I liked a good gathering, a party, and getting together with the people that made this company great, I didn't feel like making a big deal out of it. "Just wanted to surprise everyone. And I wanted to get back to work as quickly as possible."

Luna got up from her chair. She wore her usual outfit, casually nice, which was the motto of Entrendy, and thus also Calhoun Holdings; comfortable white linen pants, and a matching baggy t-shirt. It was from one of my catalogues for this spring. Luna, with her silver-blonde mohawk-esc haircut, cheeky smile, and winning personality, made it look like high fashion. If she ever wanted, she could be one hell of a model. From being a baddie to being a loveable nerd, to just wearing my clothes to such perfection.

"Well, I'm happy you're back," she grinned, and I opened my arms for a hug.

"I'm glad to be back," I said, patting her on the back before letting go. "Now, send me the list of new models, also send over the full report on the New York sales, and get Bran on the phone. He owes us a fight, and it's time for him to come out of his mini retirement. And–" I picked up the first folder on Luna's desk and opened it. "I'll find someone to handle this. Fast-food Tex-Mex, eh?"

"I was thinking that Nolan guy could get it," Luna said. "He's doing the Oakland stuff for Mrs. Lewis, but has that new old guy with him to help, and the Pharma thing ebbs and flows anyway so a good way to keep him busy and also diversify his experience. A project like this could be good for him. He writes good advert, but these Tex-Mex guys are pretty ambitious. A chance for him to grow."

"I'll talk it over with Mirella and see what to do," I said, getting up. I closed her laptop, getting an annoyed sigh from my little sister.

"I was doing stuff on that, you know," she grumbled.

I ruffled her hair, getting an even more annoyed sigh from Luna. "What's the deal with the trailer, by the way?" I asked.

"I think Kim is working on starting a photo studio. She didn't talk to you about it?" Luna asked, surprised.

I frowned, shaking my head. "No, not at all. How long has she been planning this?"

"I don't know. She started working on it a few days ago, and we talked a little about it. She's really into photography, and she has a good eye for it, so I'm happy for her," Luna said. "She's getting her own path."

I nodded. "Well, that's awesome. But it can't be there," I said. "It's blocking the driveway and the garage."

"Oh yeah, totally," Luna said. "... So… you and her are okay? You know, with what we talked about on the phone and whatnot?" she asked awkwardly. It was a testament to her caring for me. Even if it weirded her out that I had been "into" cuckolding, and that Kim was now back to teasing me about other men. It was awkward, but I appreciated that.

"We're good," I said. "We talked about a lot of stuff."

She nodded. "Glad you worked it out." She paused, thinking. "And, uh, you and Linda...?"

I grinned. "Yeah. We're good, too. She's something."

"Are we Eskimo siblings as well as regular siblings?" Luna teased, a grin on her face. I rolled my eyes.

"Please," I chuckled, holding my hands up as if at gunpoint.

"You slut," Luna laughed. I felt myself a grow a bit flustered. "Hey, I'm happy for you both. But about Kim..."

"Awfully curious about that, are we?" I sighed.

Luna smirked. "You guys have a weird dynamic. I just wanna make sure you're both happy. All three, I guess."

"We are. Don't worry," I said, trying to assure her. "We talked about a lot of things, and we're good. We're gonna try to work on us a little more, and we're gonna try to keep our relationship strong."

Luna nodded. "Good. So... do you think Kim would ever actually do anything?" Luna asked. "Like, take that leap and actually fool around with someone? Other than me and Linda, I guess."

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I mean, I hope she doesn't, but I can't really tell with her. She's pretty unpredictable. I'm not worried, though. Being down in Florida, I got a lot of perspective. Linda has such a bright mind for this kind of thing, and she gave me some good advice." I took a breath, continuing. "I mean, I don't think she'll cheat on me. I think she'll tease me and try to push me to the edge and see how I'll react, but I don't think she'll actually go through with it. Not without my blessing, at least. If the three of us are gonna work out, she'll have to get around to understanding that just because something turns you on a little bit that it's not a valid reason to hurt your partner. And I guess that goes for me as well, if I fuck up or whatever."

Luna nodded slowly. "And you don't think that Alex getting a job around the time Kim is starting to tease you, is a little weird? I'm not trying to be a bitch, but it is pretty strange. And, I don't know, maybe she's doing it on purpose. Like, maybe she wants you to get jealous or something. I'm not saying she actually slept with him, but she definitely did something with him."

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "I mean, Alex came looking for a job while we were hiring him. I dismissed him because he's a dipshit, but then Kim hired her anyway. On one hand, if she did hook up with him, wouldn't she be upset when I sent him to Alaska? She was quite out of it when she last time lost her… lover… I could see him flirting and perhaps manipulating her a bit, which is awful, but then why didn't Kim come to me with it?" I questioned. "Like, if he did harass her or something like that, wouldn't she be angry with him? Kim has a temper if you're not careful."

"Maybe," Luna said. "Or maybe she's just trying to hide it. She could be ashamed of being manipulated or pressured or whatever, or, I dunno, maybe she thinks that you'll just get angry and not even care about how she feels. Not that that justifies anything."

I sighed. I hated to admit it, but Luna had a point. I had been a bit too angry and harsh in my handling of that situation. I had never really stopped to consider the possibility that Kim might have actually been hurt. Maybe she didn't want to tell me about it because she was afraid of my reaction. Kim knew she was on thin ice as it was, so her being anxious about that made sense to me.

"Anyway," I said, "I don't think that Kim did anything with him. I'm pretty sure of that." I was confident that she wouldn't go that far. I could tell from Luna's facial expression that she wasn't as convinced. But she gave it up.

"You do you, boo," she said with a shrug. "Well, at least you have Linda as a backup wife. Or Amanda. Or half the office."

"Eh, about that," I said. "Linda isn't a backup. It's weird as hell, and I kinda want to talk to Kim about it, but erh, Linda and I are dating. Like, actually dating. I think I'd marry her, but sadly polygamy is illegal, so," I said with a small chuckle. "But, yeah, it's official, I guess." I was a bit shy about saying it, but I felt like it was the right thing to do. "Did it just get warm in here?" I asked. It was a bit cringe standing like this, announcing my relationship status like some high schooler.

"Seriously?" she asked. "That's huge, man! I'm happy for you. Linda deserves it so much to have a guy like you. You have no idea how much it will mean for her that you're so official about it. Her experience with men has been pretty hard. And she's had a crush on you since forever, so I can imagine she's over the moon. And you, of course. It's not every day your best friend and dream girl is your girlfriend."

I smiled, feeling good about what I had done. "Yeah, she's been through a lot, and I'm glad to be there for her. And, yeah, I'm happy, too. She's great. I'm excited to see where this goes." I paused, then continued. "And Kim, well, she's gonna have to figure out how to deal with that."

"Good man. Take a stance," Luna cheered.

"Where is Kim anyway? I didn't see her at the house. I just popped by and didn't really look, but still?" I asked.

*

A few hours earlier.

"If you ever lay a hand on me again, I'll tell Josh everything!" I yelled at Toby, standing in the bathroom of a fucking motel. "Josh will not only beat the crap out of you, but he'll fucking rip your arms off and beat you with them! You think just because you've done MMA once that Josh won't fucking destroy you!?"

Toby was standing in front of me, towering over me, trying to intimidate me. He had a menacing scowl on his face, his eyes dark and angry. "You fucking bitch," he hissed. "You're going to regret that."

"You're the one who's going to regret it," I hissed back at him.

"You'll ruin your life if you tell him," Toby grunted.

"I'll take the fall, and be satisfied when Josh annihilates you," I barked back. "Don't think I don't know you're scared of him. Why else are we in this shitty motel and not at home? How are all our plans going to work if you're this chicken shit?"

Toby was silent for a moment. I knew I was right, and I knew it pissed him off, and it felt good to see him like that. He deserved to be scared of Josh, and he deserved to be miserable.

"You're a piece of shit," I hissed at him.

Toby's anger flared up again. "Turn around," he grunted.

"Fuck you!" I shouted at him.

"Turn around," he said, grabbing my arm and yanking me around. He forced my face down over the sink.

"No!" I cried out, but he was stronger than me, and he kept pulling my arms behind my back and held me there. "Let me go!" I screamed at him, struggling against him. He didn't care, and he didn't let me go.

"I'm going to fuck you, Kimberly," he growled into my ear.

"No!" I yelled, though I was already feeling weaker. "Please!"

He ignored me, and he began pushing his cock against my ass. "I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name, Kimberly. We both know you don't want to tell Josh. You like me too much."

"You piece of shit..." I hissed, but the words died in my mouth as Toby's cock slid up and down my ass. Even through my pants, I could feel his heat. I knew he was right. My pussy was wet already.

"You like it," he said, rubbing his cock against my ass. "I'm going to make you scream. I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name, Kimberly. The whole motel will hear what a cheating slut you are."

I struggled against him, trying to push him away, but he was stronger than me… and  the fight in me was just a show anyway. I felt his breath on my neck, and I could feel his hard cock rund down the cleft of my butt cheeks and then press against my ass. I knew I couldn't get away from him. I was trapped. I was his prey. And I was helpless.

"Fine. I won't lay another hand on you. But don't pretend you didn't like being treated roughly. I'll just take what I want," he grunted. "And you'll give it to me."

I felt my pants being lowered and my whole body trembled in trepidation. I knew I was supposed to resist him. I should have told him to fuck off, to get out of my life. I shouldn't have given in to him. He was just going to make my life miserable, to make me miserable. But he wasn't wrong. He had a point. A big part of me wanted him to use me. To degrade me. To take me as a fuck toy. For some twisted reason I enjoyed that.

Toby didn't bother undressing me. He merely pulled my pants and panties down around my knees and pushed his hard, throbbing cock forward to part my ass cheeks. The touch of his shaft sent shivers down my spine and my breath caught in my chest. My pussy tingled with anticipation and my clit was on fire with desire. Toby's cock felt good. So good. So very, very, very fucking good.

His thick cock slid between my ass cheeks and pushed his cock inside my pussy, and I gasped. He was big and hard, and I was still sore from all the sex I had had with him the last couple of days.

"Your pussy is so tight, Kimberly," he said. "I'm going to make you scream for me."

"Please, don't," I gasped, but Toby didn't care. He was going to fuck me. He was going to make me his bitch. His slut. I gasped and groaned, but he didn't stop.

Toby pumped his hips forward, thrusting his cock inside of me, fucking my pussy. I moaned in ecstasy and pleasure. Toby grunted and groaned with each thrust. His cock felt so good, his thick shaft filling me, stretching me wide, fucking me. His balls smacked against my clit over and over. Loudly.

I could smell the stench of sweat and sex and the heavy scent of his body in the air, and it was intoxicating. It drove me crazy. Made me insane. My mind was being swallowed in a dizzy and haze, but all I could focus on was how good Toby's cock felt inside my pussy, the sensation overwhelming. He had me like putty in his hands, his thick cock massaging my inner walls, fucking my hole, dominating my pussy, his hard, warm skin pressing against mine. He was forcing me to cum, and it was so amazing. My body was shaking, my skin flushed with heat, my whole being overcome by the lust, the euphoria and the mind numbing pleasure that came with the rough sex, that I found myself in a trance-like state, caught by surprise by the sudden orgasm that rocketed me. My body tensed and I came, my juices spraying on Toby's cock and onto the sink in front of us. I came, again and again. And again.

"I told you. Your body likes this. Cum on my cock. Be my little bitch," he growled, pumping his cock inside of me, his fat dick making loud squishing sounds as he moved it around in my juicy and sensitive pussy. "Scream."

"Oh, God...!" I moaned, trembling, unable to control myself. My pussy squeezed and trembled, orgasming over and over on Toby's thick cock.

"Say it."

"Yes..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as another orgasm washed through me. "Yes... Yes! YES!"

"Who owns this body, slut?"

"You...!" I gasped. "You...! You own it! TOBY!" I cried out, my head hanging down in defeat. He was right. It was true. I wanted him. My body craved him. It didn't matter what I did or who I was, my body craved and needed his dominance. It didn't matter. It didn't matter at all.

"No one can satisfy you like I can."

He pulled out and flipped me over, and my eyes were glazed over, and I felt like an object, being handled by an owner. It was incredible. It was humiliating, degrading, and the thought of Josh finding me like this only heightened my lustful desire. Toby lined up his cock, pushed inside, and slid into my waiting, wet pussy, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, my ass resting on the edge of the sink. I wasn't even trying to stop him anymore. There was no point. There was no point at all.

Toby slid all the way until he bottomed out inside of me, and simply held there, slowly flexing his ass, rocking his hips in a slow circular motion. Each rotation, grinding his cock deeper inside me, my pussy welcoming every inch. My juices oozing all over his cock, leaking around the shaft, the smell in the bathroom growing pungent and thick with our arousal.

"Who owns this body, Kimberly?" he grunted.

I bit down on my lip and simply answered: "You."

"Say it, Kimberly."

"You do!" I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching my back. "Fuck me... Fuck me!"

Toby's cock moved back and forth in slow motion, his hands on my thighs, squeezing and kneading as he used my pussy as an object for his pleasure. His fat shaft battered my G-spot as it glided just the right way, sending shockwaves up and down my spine and electrifying my nerves. It was wild, feral, brutal.

"I don't want you to fuck Josh anymore. Linda neither," Toby hissed. "You're mine now."

I moaned and whimpered. "Fuck... Josh is coming home today," I cried out, feeling another orgasm approaching. "I can't… I'm supposed to be there and greet him…"

"You're mine, slut. All mine. If you're gonna fuck someone, it's me and only me," Toby grunted, increasing his speed. I could tell he was close. He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside my pussy and I was going to let him. "Got it?"

I moaned. "Yes..." I gasped. "Yes, sir..."

"Good," he said. "Now, say my name, Kimberly. Say my fucking name."

"Toby... Oh, God, Toby!" I cried, my entire body quivering, my pussy clenching and unclenching. "Toby! Fuck me! Fill me up, Toby! Make me yours! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!"

Toby grabbed my thighs and started pounding harder and harder, his heavy, full balls slapping against my skin, his thick cock sliding in and out of my wet, tight, needy pussy. He took his time, relishing in the sensation of his cock fucking me. He was going to make sure I knew who I belonged to. And I did. I knew who I belonged to. He was making sure of it.

"Give it up," he grunted, "Come on, give me that married little slut pussy!"

"TOBY!" I shrieked. "TOBY! OH FUCK YES!"

Toby groaned and grunted, his thick cock swelling and then spasmed and twitched inside my tight pussy. Toby's thrusts slowed, his cock sliding in and out, his thick shaft gliding in and out, the sound of wet flesh and wetness filling the small motel bathroom.

"What would Josh think if he knew that while he was away with Linda, that you were in this cheap motel letting me have his way with your married pussy?" Toby whispered.

I bit my lip, my pussy quivering and twitching at his words. It was dirty. It was wrong. It was disgusting. It was horrible. It was so fucking wrong, it was right. 

"Answer me," he hissed.

"Oh god!" I gasped. "Josh would hate me if he knew that his wife's cheating slut pussy was being pounded by you, Toby," I cried.

Toby pulled out of me and aligned to push himself into my asshole. His cock slid all the way to his root, his balls smacking against my skin as he pushed past my sphincter. I moaned loudly, biting my lip, clutched his big back, and groaned. I could feel the sting in my anus as his thick cock slid inside me. It hurt a bit due to his size, but it hurt so good. It hurt so good. My body was trembling, shaking and on fire.

"Josh is a fucking idiot for not realizing that you need to be treated like this. He's a passive, pathetic cuckold. I think you're right. He's in denial. He's too weak, too submissive to ever take you like a real man could," he said.

"Oh Toby! Oh God! You're so good!" I moaned. "Fill up my ass! Oh Toby, you're so much better than Josh!" I cried out.

"Josh is going to regret ever letting me near you," Toby grunted, leaning in to kiss my neck while pummeling my ass. "I want him to give you up willingly. I'm starting to really like your plan."

"Yes! Josh should realize that I can't be satisfied unless I'm with a real man," I moaned, "Oh Toby, fuck me! Fuck me like a man, Toby! Show me how a real man treats his wife!" I gasped.

Toby smiled and kissed me deeply, his lips mashing against mine. We made out, our tongues dancing and wrestling with each other as he fucked my ass. I moaned and whimpered into his mouth. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the small motel bathroom. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air. I could feel Toby's thick cock twitching and throbbing inside my body, feeling him in my stomach working away at my psychotic lust.

"So when you go back to Josh, act the good wife, but don't fuck him. And no more Linda either," Toby said. "I want you to come see me as often as you can. And I'm going to fuck you, Kimberly. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want. Right under his nose. And you're going to let me."

"Yes! I will! I'll do whatever you say!" I cried out. "Oh Toby! I can't wait. You can sneak in from our trailer and fuck me in the kitchen with, guh, Josh sleeping upstairs!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Oh fuck, Toby! I want to feel you cum inside me while Josh has no idea!" I begged.

"Aren't you off the pill though?" Toby asked, knowing full well that I was.

"Fuck!" I gasped. "Cum inside me. I'll take care of it. You won't hold back, will you?"

Toby smirked at me and grabbed my hips, fucking my tight little married ass. I moaned, grabbing his shoulders, squeezing them hard, arching my back. My eyes were rolling back in pleasure. I could feel Toby's thick cock pulsing and throbbing inside of my tight ass, his shaft bulging and expanding as he fucked my hole. He was so big! So big! His fat cock felt so good! I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his thick pubic hair rubbing against my sensitive skin. His balls pressed against my ass cheeks as he refused to do anymore than 2-inch strokes, churning my guts.

I wanted him to cum so bad, but Toby didn't care. When I felt his cock swell, he'd pause, his cock twitching and flinching inside of me as he rested and then resumed his slow, deliberate thrusts into my ass. I was being fucked by a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. And it seemed to me that he wanted to feel the inside of my ass as long as possible.

It took nearly an hour before Toby finally had me on my back on the motel bed as he grunted and pushed all the way into me, holding there, his balls resting against my ass. He was taking his time, making sure every last drop of his load went inside my ass, which was leaking his cum.

Toby collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried inside my ass, his lips mashed against mine as he kissed me deeply. Our tongues danced and wrestled with each other as we made out, our bodies pressed together. We stayed like that for a while, our breathing slowing, the smell of sex and sweat filling the air. It felt so good to finally relax after all the stress I had been under. I felt safe. I felt loved.

"Do you think if we moved the trailer that you could perhaps stay there?" I asked, looking up at Toby's more or less empty eyes, the lust subsiding. "Just so you could sneak in easier?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "That might be good."

"Josh would like that too. He'd no doubt hate that the trailer is even in the driveway. Luna sure does," I said. "Damn, I must admit, it's great to finally have you around again, Toby."

Toby smirked and rolled off me, his cock slapping against his stomach as he did so. He reached for my face, pulled me to his cock, and I took his fat shaft into my mouth, sucking him clean, savoring the taste of our mixed juices.

"Damn, Kimmy. You are a fucking good slut. Such a good fucking slut," he grunted.

"Mmm," I moaned, sucking him clean, his cock twitching and pulsing in my mouth.

"So what's the status on Luna?" Toby asked.

"I think she's curious, but, erh, I think she's more apprehensive than I thought," I said. Luna had more or less called Toby a psycho and a creep, to be honest. This was going to be harder than I thought, getting Luna to accept Toby into the fold, and even harder to get her to have sex with him. How I'd make that happen, and most likely behind Josh's back, I had no idea. But Toby didn't need to know any of that. "But it'll work," I said. "We just need a bit more time. Maybe I can introduce the dildo I made to get her more curious."

"She's a lesbian, isn't she?" Toby spat, ignoring what I had said.

"She's bi," I said. "I'm actually not sure if she's ever been with a man."

Toby smiled crookedly. It was a smile of amusement more than happiness or humor. "Well, that makes it even hotter. I'm going to be her first. I'll show her how good it is to have a real man between her legs. She'll forget about being a stupid dyke, once I'm done with her."

"Toby!" I gasped. His lack of sensitivity and empathy was appalling, but also arousing, if I was honest.

"What?" he grinned. "Don't tell me you don't find it hot? Your husband's sister, who thinks she's such a badass, losing her straight virginity to me. Fucking her, filling her up, making her scream, making her cum over and over again? Knocking her up the first time she's with a man?"

I licked my lips. "Yes, I find it hot," I admitted. It was the truth. The thought of Luna losing her virginity to Toby, being broken in by him, Josh's little sister moaning and squirming underneath Toby as he fucked her hard, was arousing. "But–"

"It's going to happen, Kimberly. One way or the other," Toby grinned.

I smiled and nodded. "I know it is, Toby," I whispered.

Luna was a no-nonsense, tough chick, and I was sure she could handle herself. And that's why it was going to be all the more satisfying to watch her get her mind blown and her body wrecked by Toby. It was going to be amazing to see her submit to him. It was going to be amazing to see her break down. To watch her surrender. To see her give up her pride, her independence, and her sense of self, and become a slut. Just like me.

I was looking forward to it. I could see us both in front of him, sucking his cock, kissing each other, and sharing him. Both of us on our knees, submitting to him. Both of us being used and abused by him. 

Strong, beautiful Luna, being broken and molded by someone like Toby. Someone she didn't even like, a misogynistic asshole who saw women as toys. Someone who was going to treat her like a piece of meat.

I could imagine her moaning and crying and screaming in ecstasy. I could hear her whimpering and panting as he fucked her hard. I could see her eyes rolling back in pleasure as he filled her up with his fat cock. For him to fuck her harder. To fuck her deeper. To fuck her until she passed out. Until she couldn't take any more.

And once Toby was inside her, I just knew Luna would understand. She would realize that living under Toby's dominance was all we needed. That his cock was the best thing that had ever happened to us. And that we were lucky to be under his control. That his big dick was all we needed.

I couldn't wait for that moment.

I couldn't wait to see her break.

I couldn't wait to hear her moan.

I couldn't wait to watch her submit.

To watch her give in to him when she felt how good it was to be fucked by his big cock.

"We'll need some time, though. She's going to resist," I said. "You're gonna have to be patient. Especially now that Josh is back."

"Fuck!" Toby groaned. "Damn, that fucking guy! Why did he have to come back now?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Seriously. It was just getting good," Toby complained. It honestly sounded a bit like moping. It was sorta pathetic and made me almost laugh.

"It'll be okay, don't worry. We just need to be patient and smart," I said.

"Where is he now? And the rest of the week?" Toby grunted, rolling out of bed.

"At work. Why?" I asked.

"You're not pregnant yet. While he's at work, I wanna knock you up in his own bed," he said casually. "So, you really can't fuck him. I'll try to come over every day until it sticks. When we fuck in his bed, its to get you pregnant. Got it?"

"And how do I convince him of that?" I asked, chuckling at Toby and his ideas.

"Tell him you're on your period or whatever. Or fuck him with that dildo you got. That's what he's getting with Linda, right?" Toby said, as matter-of-factly as if he had asked me what the weather was. "Also, perhaps you should be more open about being with Luna. He should learn that he is not the priority in your life. In fact, I was thinking with time that you should only peg him if he ever wanna fuck. That way we can establish the real hiarchy for the future."

I bit my lip. It was a huge fantasy of mine to dominate Josh like that, and that was part of why I got a dildo molded after Toby. Mostly because of Luna, but also so I could peg Josh with it. To make him moan like a girl as I fucked his ass while he was tied up. And with a dildo shaped like Toby's hog, no less, molded after his giant meat. Or especially with a dildo shaped like Toby's cock. That was hot, to tease Josh like that, to make him feel inferior. To humiliate him with Toby's cock, to make him beg for it, to make him feel like a little bitch as I fucked him with Toby's cock. Hell, the dildo was able to ‘cum’. Maybe I could mix Toby’s load into the fake cum, just for my own sick perversion.

It was hot. It was insanely hot. It was too hot to be honest. It was sick and twisted and so fucking wrong, but I loved it. It made me so wet just thinking about it. About pegging Josh with Toby's cock, making him feel the humiliation of being sodomized by his worst enemy, to make him feel like less than a man. I'd tie him down. Tie his hands behind his back and make him lick Toby's cock before pushing it into his ass and fucking him. I'd humiliate him. Break him. Rape him. If Josh was submissive, that’s what he wanted. And hell, breaking him in front of Linda… Fuck, I think my heart skipped a beat. She’d lose all respect for him with time. And when he'd be so lost and hopeless, he'd find himself begging me to let him fuck me with it. I'd laugh in his face, tell him how pathetic he was, then let the real Toby take a turn at his ass.

A shudder washed over me and my clit twitched. Damn it, Toby. Making me so fucking horny…

"Mmmm... Toby, you're filthy," I said, rolling onto my belly. "Wanna go for one more round?"

Toby flashed me a dirty grin. "I'm still hard and it's early." He rubbed his thick shaft. It was growing visibly as I watched, his tip coming to life, thick and hard, poking out of his foreskin, pre-cum glistening at the slit. One of the best perks of Toby was his stamina. That, and his aggression, of course.

I bit my lip and spread my legs, shaking my ass invitingly at him. Toby didn't waste any time. He got up from the chair and climbed back into the bed and went behind me and spat. I could feel his hot spit land right in the crack of my ass, and I moaned, wriggling my ass to entice him further. Toby smacked his fat cock against my wet pussy a few times, then spit on his cock and grabbed my waist, and guided the tip inside me.

My entire body twitched in protest. I was already raw. Fucked to pieces, my pussy was exhausted and I felt almost every centimeter of Toby's cock as he pushed forward. He kept going, in and in and in until the tip of his cock pressed hard and uncomfortably right on the entrance to my cervix, and I gasped in pain and shock as my pussy clamped down, refusing his cock to go any farther. I could barely breath and the sensation of pain, almost like nausea and light-headedness, made it almost too hard for me to hold still. Toby let his cock remain buried deep inside me, right at the brink of what felt like too deep.

"Relax your pussy, Kimmy. It won't hurt as bad if you relax your pussy. That'll feel better," Toby groaned.

"Please, be gentle Toby. Please," I said, my eyes squeezed shut. "I'm sore…"

Toby leaned over me, kissing my neck. His hand came around and wrapped itself around my throat. His fingers squeezed slightly. He didn't press down hard. He just held it. My skin burned where his fingers dug into the soft flesh.

Toby's thumb stroked the nape of my neck. He brushed my hair aside.

"This is how deep I have to be when Josh's at work, okay? This is how deep you're gonna have to take it, because that's what you want, right?" Toby hissed. "It's deeper than him, isn't it? It's deeper than any other guy you've been with, right? Isn't it, Kimmy?"

"Yes..." I moaned.

Toby leaned down and whispered in my ear. His breath was hot and heavy, his voice deep and low. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted, Kimmy? What you needed? For a real man to take your body and make himself at home inside of you?"

"Yes, yes, Toby, yes, that's exactly what I wanted, what I need, what I love," I moaned.

"Then take it," Toby growled in my ear. "Take me, Kimmy. Take my cock. Take me deep, slut." His hips rocked back, pulling his cock almost completely out of me, then slammed forward, the tip of his cock hitting my cervix, making me gasp in pain.

"Oh God, Toby!" I moaned, arching my back, lifting myself off the bed, feeling him sink in deeper. I couldn't move, couldn't even breathe. It was painful. It was intense. It was everything I wanted.

"And there's nothing Josh can do about it," Toby grunted, rocking his hips again. "He'll be sitting at work, trying to keep his company afloat, and you'll be here, taking my cock. Over and over and over. Deep. Deep inside you. And soon enough, also in his own bed." He chuckled darkly. "He'll just think you're at home, taking care of the house, but you'll be in his bed, with my cum leaking from your pussy." Toby chuckled, rocking his hips again, pulling his cock almost all the way out of my pussy.

I groaned, feeling the flare of the head of his cock pull at the entrance of my pussy, threatening to slip out of me, before he pushed forward and buried his cock back inside me. I could feel his balls slap against my thighs.

"Oh God..." I groaned.

"That's it," he growled, thrusting his hips. "That's what you want, isn't it, Kimmy? To be fucked in Josh's bed. To have his enemy's cum inside you when he gets home."

"Fuck," I panted, "Yes! Oh God! Yes, Toby. Yes!"

Toby's thrusts sped up slightly, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. His thick, throbbing shaft hit the entrance to my cervix over and over, and it felt like he was punching my pussy with every thrust. My entire body trembled. I could feel my pussy clench, trying to squeeze him out, trying to reject him, but he was too strong, too powerful. His cock pushed right past my resistance and sank deep inside me, his cock hitting my cervix over and over.

I was shaking, my eyes squeezed shut, my mouth open, gasping. I could feel my orgasm building. I could feel my body tightening. The pain was so intense, the pleasure was so great, and the humiliation was so complete.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum," he grunted, picking up his pace even further. "I'm gonna knock you up right now, Kimberly. Right in this shitty motel room."

"Oh God, yes, Toby," I moaned, "Yes, fuck, yes. Yes! Knock me up! Fuck! Yes, Toby! Knock me up with Josh at work! Fuck me! Knock me up!"

Toby's cock slammed into me, the tip of his cock hitting my cervix over and over. His balls smacked against my thighs, and I could hear him breathing heavily. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hands gripping my hips. He was so deep. He was so close. He was going to fill me up.

"Fuck," he growled, slamming into me one last time, his cock buried deep inside me, his hips pressed tight against my ass. His cock pulsed and throbbed, and I felt his hot, sticky cum flood my pussy.

"Oh God, yes," I gasped, my pussy clenching down on his cock in a vice grip. I could feel him throbbing, his cock jerking, his shaft swelling as he came. I could feel warm spurts of cum spraying into me, doing the unthinkable, the oncoming damage done to me completely irreversible if the worst case scenario came to pass. My body trembled, and I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me.

Why did it turn me on so much? Ruining my life, ruining everything around me? Just a few minutes ago, I was missing my dear husband. Now I was having baby-making sex with his worst rival, hoping one day to cuckold him thoroughly. To have him accept Toby as the dominant male in the house. To have him know that Toby was the one fucking me. To have him know that Toby was the one impregnating me. To have him realize that this was what he wanted. He should accept it. He should be happy. He should thank Toby. He should thank me. For giving him what he truly wanted.

*

Driving home from work that day, the first thing I noticed when I was back was that the trailer had moved, and now I could actually drive up to the garage. I had no idea who moved it, but it was a relief. And it was a relief to have Kim meet me at the door, a big smile on her lips. Her smile made me forget all about the fucking trailer.

"Welcome home," she greeted me.

"It's good to be back," I said, wrapping my arms around her. I leaned down and kissed her deeply. 

"I'm here too, you know," Luna muttered annoyedly behind me.

"You want a kiss, lil sis?" I teased. Luna rolled her eyes. Kim bit her lip. Was everything back to normal?

"I moved the trailer. I've wanted to tell you, but I wanted to do it in person," Kim said. "I'm starting a modelling agency! The trailer is a studio. I moved it to the other side of our property, you know, near Milton Road. I was hoping we could get a small road set up for it, and perhaps a few facilities around it if needed."

"Is that so?" I chuckled. I hadn't heard this much enthusiasm from Kim in a while. She was practically bubbling over.

"Yeah! And, I know you want to help. But please let me make this my thing. I want to do everything my way. Fail or succeed," Kim said.

"Sure thing!" I said. "I'd love to help. But it's your project. I won't interfere. Promise."

"Thanks," she said, leaning up to give me a kiss. "You're the best. I love you."

"I love you, too," I said, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her in for another kiss. I felt Kim's breasts press against my chest, and her lips were soft and inviting. Her tongue darted out and licked mine. Her soft, wet lips pressed against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine.

"Mmm," Kim moaned into my mouth. I could feel her hands roaming up and down my back, her fingers digging into my muscles. "I missed you so much."

"Me, too," I said, breaking the kiss, smiling. "How about dinner, then?"

"Yes, I'd love that," Kim said.

"Would you join us, sis?" I asked. Luna was still standing behind me.

"Sure," she said. I could tell she was happy to be included. I felt bad. I hadn't realized how distant I'd been. I'd have to make up for it. "We just need to walk Barney first."

"Great. Let's go get something to eat," I said, leading the way out of the house.

The dinner was a success. We had a lot of fun talking about the company and all that had happened. I had a chance to tell Luna and Kim about Linda and the changes in our relationship. Luna seemed excited, and I was happy that she was so supportive.

Kim was a bit more apprehensive. She was my wife after all, but she had also been adamant that I should hook up with Linda. However, I suspected her motivation was laced with the eroticism of it. Perhaps Kim didn't realize I would catch feelings. Perhaps she didn't expect me to develop a relationship with Linda. I had no idea, and I didn't want to push it, so I kept it neutral.

However, the most significant part of the conversation was Kim's new modeling business. She seemed excited and passionate. It was like a new fire had been lit under her. She was talking a mile a minute, her hands moving animatedly as she explained her plans for the agency. I had heard speeches like this from all kinds of people, and I could tell most of it was empty talk, but I wanted Kim to be happy, and I wanted to be supportive. I could tell that this was important to her. I could tell that she was excited and that she really believed in herself.

After dinner, we once again walked Barney together. It was nice to be out in the fresh air. It was a nice night and the stars were shining. There was a small incident when we got back to the house, walking past the trailer at its new lot, that Barney seemed wary about something. Linda had said he didn't like changes or new things, but I got a feeling Barney didn't like the trailer for other reasons. But once we were back up to our house, he was his regular self, so I guess it was nothing.

"Well, it's good to have you back," Luna said. It was a workday tomorrow, so I guess it made sense she'd want to head back to bed. And honestly, now that I was here with Kim, I was dying to have some alone time with her. I hadn't had sex with her in what felt like ages. It had been weeks, at least. And I was desperate to be intimate with her again.

"Alright. Have a good night, Luna," I said, giving her a hug. "See you tomorrow." I watched her walk off, then turned back to Kim. "Are you tired?"

"No, not at all," she said, smiling mischievously. She knew what I wanted. We went up to our bedroom and I wasted no time in kissing her, pushing her back on the bed. I was eager to get to the good stuff. I was horny. But Kim put a stop to that.

"Wait... I want to know... the more juicy details about you and Linda. I mean, I respect privacy and all that, but you know how much I've fantasized about her. And you. And you and her. Tell me about it, Josh. Tell me all the dirty details," Kim begged.

I hesitated. That meant that I would explain how I had let myself be vulnerable underneath Linda. It was something that I sort of felt like was between me and her. And guilt came with those emotions as well. But why? Linda and Kim was on equal footing. But with Linda, I was able to let go and be a bit vulnerable. Emotionally. Sexually.

Would Kim expect the same? And did I want her to have that sort of control? She had been quite reckless in the past with power, and I was a bit scared of that to be honest. What if she pushed a button I didn't want to be pushed? And honestly, what scared me the most, was how I'd react to that. I guess I was much more submissive than I gave myself credit for. Linda had told me to be more assertive with Kim, but I was not so sure about that. It was hard for me to do. I didn't want to hurt Kim or make her sad. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to be happy with me.

But she was begging me for information, and I couldn't say no to her. She deserved the truth, and I trusted her not to use the information against me.

"Alright," I said, and I proceeded to explain how my visit to her ended up in me actually dating her. How we'd gone out, hung out on the beach, I had met her family. Recounting the events really put it into perspective how into Linda I had gotten. It dawned on me what a girlfriend meant. I had been so long with Kim that it had become a normal thing, but now that I had a... fresh relationship, it seemed different.

I also explained how I had gone down on her. How it had made me feel. How good it had felt. How turned on I got.

Kim especially liked that part. The thought of me sucking off Linda no doubt turned her on. I mean, the first time it had happened over half a year ago, Kim had been the one more or less forcing me down on Linda's cock. This time, I had done it by myself. By choice. Linda had given me plenty of opportunities to back out, and I had chosen not to.

"Wow..." Kim said, looking up at me. "Josh... You've never been so... submissive before."

"I know," I said, blushing slightly. "She just makes me feel so... safe," I admitted, hoping that wouldn't be picked up the wrong way by Kim.

"Yeah?" Kim whispered, running her hand through my hair. "It makes me horny to think about it. I wonder if you could be submissive with me too." There it was.

"I don't know, Kim," I said. "Linda is... She's so different from you."

"What's she like, then? How does she make you feel?" Kim asked.

I smiled. "She makes me feel safe, just like I said. I guess, she has this aura of strength around her that I find comforting. It's almost like she takes all the decisions away from me. And she always knows what to do. What to say. She just gets me. Like, she understands me. And I'm free to be who I want. I just feel safe… like I said."

"Well, you're right. You're not safe around me," Kim purred. I think she missed the point I was making. "Roll onto your back, Josh."

I did as she said, rolling onto my back. I watched as Kim sat down on her knees and slid her dress over her head. My eyes drifted down to her gorgeous tits and hard nipples. My cock was getting hard in my pants.

"It turns me on to think about you going down on Linda," Kim whispered, her hands sliding up her body and cupping her big breasts. "To think that my husband, that you, had your face between another woman's thighs... That you... God... It's so messed up, I love it! That big hog in your mouth…"

I swallowed. I felt nervous about Kim, and I couldn't help but feel a little scared about the direction things were going. It seemed like Kim was getting off on the idea of me being submissive to Linda. She seemed to get off on the idea of me being humiliated, of me being taken advantage of. That didn't feel good. It made me feel... uncomfortable. I mean, there was a balance with Linda. Kim didn’t seem to have that. And it seemed like me being under Linda was more fetishized than it being purely erotic.

"I don't think you should get so turned on by the humiliation, Kim," I said, nervously. "I mean, I'm not even that humiliated by it. It's scary, but I don't think there's anything bad about letting Linda dominate me."

"Oh, come on, Josh," Kim moaned, unbuckling my belt. "You know you're not supposed to like it. You're married to me after all, and you're a man. You're supposed to be the one in control. You should be in control of the situation, Josh. You shouldn't be submitting to Linda. And you know it. It's hot because you're being naughty and cheating on me."

I sighed. I was worried about this. Linda was more than just a kink.

"I think I know how you felt when I fucked Toby," Kim said. My breath skipped. I wasn't prepared for her to mention that asshole, nor her fucking him. I could feel my excitement wane. Kim, however, was relentless. "That's how I feel now. Like, I shouldn't like this, but I do. I know I'll never lose you, and certainly not to a girl like Linda, but there's just this forbidden aspect to it, you know? Like, it's so wrong. So fucked up. I'm so jealous, but it makes me wet. I want to fuck you, Josh. Fuck you while you tell me all about Linda fucking you, robbing you of your manhood, knocking you down a peg or two. Tell me all about it, Josh."

"Look, Kim..." I muttered, trying to remain calm. "I'm not comfortable with this. Let's stop talking about Linda. Especially the way you do."

"Come on, Josh, don't be a baby. Tell me more. I'm your wife, not her," she urged.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, a little annoyed. I was getting pissed off. I wanted to talk to Kim about Linda, and she was being weird. It was like she was obsessed with the thought of me being humiliated. Of me being used and abused. It was like she was trying to turn it into something that was supposed to make me feel bad. Like I was supposed to feel ashamed of myself. And the way she talked about Linda like she wasn’t someone who was precious to me, just some vector for her to get off on…

"Tell me about her," she said. She sat up on her knees, towering over me, her hands going to my belt and pulling it off. "Tell me all about her. I want to know all the details."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I was getting pissed off, and I didn't want to get in an argument with Kim. This was supposed to be us working this out together.

"I already told you everything," I said, trying to remain calm. "Linda will be back in a week, and then we can probably experience all kinds of things. But right now, you're making me feel uncomfortable. I don't know if you're jealous of Linda or not, and you're not listening to what I'm saying. We should talk about how we feel about this under normal circumstances."

Kim bit her lip, and I could see her eyes narrow. She was angry. She wasn't getting the reaction she wanted. But I wasn't going to give it to her. Not right now.

"Alright, whatever. I'm not trying to make you upset," she said, grabbing my boxers and pulling them down. She grabbed my softening cock and started stroking it, slowly. "I'm just trying to understand what's going on between you and Linda, Josh."

"We're dating," I said. "That's what's going on. And yeah, I slept with her, but it feels disingenuous to make a big deal out of it the way you do. You've been sleeping with others too, after all."

"Right," Kim said, stroking me slowly. "And you're not jealous of that?"

I shrugged. "I mean, I'm not gonna lie, Kim. I don't like it if you were sleeping with other men. Even Luna brought it up. Teasing, sure, I can deal with that. But Linda... I love her. And while I want us three to work out, for it to be raunchy, naughty, and as steamy as possible, I can't help but feel like you're making it something it's not. And you should respect it, if you want it to work."

"Fine," she said, sitting back on her heels next to me. "Let's just have some fun, okay?"

I sighed. I had lost my boner completely. The situation had turned awkward.

"I'm not really feeling it, Kim," I said.

"Oh, come on, Josh!" she said, again grabbing my cock and stroking it. "Don't act like this. I want to have some fun. I'm sorry I was being weird. I'm just curious. I'm just curious about all of this. I'll be good. You have no idea how much I've missed you. And yes, I'll respect it, but you can't blame me, can you? Linda is so hot, you're fucking incredible. I've experienced Linda's skills; now you have. I won't push, but you can't just pull the rug on me either. See it from my point of view, Josh!"

"You're right," I said. I could see why she was curious. I could see why she was jealous. But that didn't mean I had to give her what she wanted. It didn't mean I had to play her games. "You're right," I said again. "But, I can't... I can't perform. I'm not in the mood," I said, turning to the side, away from her. "Sorry."

"Oh, come on, Josh! Please. I'm sorry," Kim said, leaning over me. "Please, Josh. I'm sorry. I'll be good. I'll behave. You have no idea how much I've missed you. Don't do this to me. Don't blue-ball me. I need you."

"I'm sorry, Kim," I said.

Kim sat back on her heels again. "I didn't realize I was pushing so hard," Kim said in a low voice. "Sometimes I can't understand what is wrong with me. I just love for bad things to happen, and I sometimes get tunnel-visioned and only focus on myself. Josh, I'm sorry. And of course you have to protect yourself and be safe. And it wasn't wrong or right of you either, you know, since Linda will be part of our lives, but I have been really stupid. I haven't been fair, and I'm sorry, Josh."

She looked up at me with those beautiful, sad eyes. I was sure I'd melt. Damn, this girl had me in a headlock.

I turned over and leaned into her, and kissed her on the mouth. She responded in kind and leaned into me. We held each other for a few moments.

"Okay, let's start again," Kim said, sitting back on her heels. "This time, I'm your servant. All yours, baby." My wife grinned, then took a hold of my flaccid dick and slid it into her mouth.

Kim began to lick and suckle at the head of my cock. The feeling was incredible, but a small voice in the back of my head was trying to warn me that the sex felt like an attempt at buying forgiveness.

But... "Fuck, that feels good, babe," I said. I couldn't resist.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured. "You like that? Does that feel better?"

"Yeah," I breathed, relaxing on the bed and closing my eyes, focusing on her tongue lapping and teasing and caressing me. Her mouth enveloped me and her hand worked up and down. "Yes..."

"Good, baby. I'm sorry," she whispered. She looked so cute and pretty. A wave of adoration rushed over me. "Nobody, not even him, not anyone, can make me feel what you make me feel. No matter who I sleep with. There is nothing compared to what I feel when you take charge. When you come home, from a trip or from work. When I belong to you, I'm whole. I love you, baby."

"Fuck, I love it when you suck cock, Kim," I breathed. She was doing such a good job at it and she was being so sweet to me. I just had to let go and allow her to do this.

"Suck cock?" Kim asked. "Not just yours?"

"Ugh," I grunted. Kim was playing in that grey zone now. Still pushing buttons. But she was right, almost by default. 

But Kim's lips wrapped around Linda's cock was art. Me making out with Linda while she fucked Kim's mouth, aggressively cuckolding me, but also loving me at the same time. It was hot and erotic and the kind of steamy I loved. I could imagine Linda's flawless ass thrust, her muscles moving as she pistoned herself inside Kim, and the sound of Kim gagging on her big, veiny cock.

"Mmm, fuck," Kim moaned around my cock, which was now hard as iron. "Fuck, Josh."

"Jesus, baby, that feels so good."

"I'm here for you," she murmured, and as if with perfect timing, two fingers of hers found their way between my butt cheeks and pushed through, entering me slowly and rubbing against my prostate.

"Oh fuck! Holy shit!" I cried out, bucking my hips off the bed, feeling my cock being forced to respond. Her fingers massaged and probed, rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves that had me squirming. "Oh, my God!" I gasped.

Kim released me, her mouth popping free from my dick. "Does it feel that good, baby?" she teased, and then licked at me again.

"Oh God," I cried. My body was shuddering in response to the touch. It was unlike anything I'd felt before.

Kim moaned and continued to lick. She pushed the two fingers in and out, and she rubbed at that spot inside of me, her eyes looking into mine.

"Kim," I whispered. I was panting hard, and I was about to explode.

"Yes, Josh?" she asked softly, her fingers still moving inside of me, her tongue still licking at me.

"Please," I begged.

"What do you want?" she asked.

I swallowed, and I could feel myself blush. This was too much. My eyes as I felt the desperation. My hand soon found Kim's shoulder and pushed her down. Kim was caught off-guard, her eyes wide. "Baby?"

With my wife on her back, I quickly moved between her legs, and my cock was soon buried deep inside her. I let myself fall down on her, and she cried out in pleasure. I was beyond caring. Beyond embarrassment. I was so close, I was so horny, and my cock needed release. And Kim was so good. So fucking good. So fucking hot.

I thrust my hips forward, burying my cock into her, feeling the tightness of her walls. I thrust again, and again, and again, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock. I felt Kim wrap her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck. She pulled me down to her and kissed my lips, our tongues meeting in a wet, sloppy kiss. I continued to pound her, fucking her with long, deep strokes, feeling her pussy getting tighter and tighter.

"Oh, God, Josh," she groaned. "Oh, my God, baby, I love you. Oh, God, oh, fuck!" Her words were becoming unintelligible as I continued to pound her, her nails digging into my back. "God, you're so into it tonight."

"I– I can't stop," I grunted, interlinking my fingers with hers, pushing them above her head with one hand while I shoved myself hard into her, our hips slapping together. "It's so good."

"I'm so glad you're into me again," she moaned. "Please fuck me."

I had no choice but to give in. I came. I came with a shudder and a grunt, and then collapsed onto her, panting. She held me and rubbed my back and kissed my cheek.

After a while, Kim slipped out from underneath me, and lay next to me. I closed my eyes. I felt dazed and exhausted. I also felt quite happy. But then the voice in my head nagged.

"Look, Kim... About this. You and Linda... And me," I said, as confidently as I could.

"Yes, Josh?"

"Linda and I, erh, we were hoping that, y'know, if you keep sleeping with either of us, without protection. This is awkward. How do I even say this? Well..." I took a deep breath.

"Do you want me to have a baby?" Kim asked, looking at me intently. "Do you want me to get knocked up by Linda or by you?"

I nodded. "Yeah. If that's okay with you. If we manage to get things under control and on a page where we all three can co-exist…"

"Oh, it's more than okay with me!" she smiled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "I'd love nothing more than to carry either of your babies. We've tried for a while, and you know, nothing has caught yet. So maybe it is fitting that Linda does the job for you."

I felt myself grow a bit embarrassed. But not that pale, humiliating way. No, Linda was the top in my relationship with her, so I relished that. That made sense. So, instead of blushing, I felt a strange tingling sensation. I wanted to fuck Kim again, while she talked highly of Linda and her baby making capabilities. Damn, I was getting pretty weird.

"So that sort of teasing is fine?" Kim asked gently.

"Oh yeah. Fuck, everything Linda is just... awesome," I grunted, envisioning Linda's fat genes loaded into Kim's fertile pussy. It was an erotic thought. And Kim knew it. I had  to close my eyes and let out a long sigh, picturing Linda.

"Yeah. She's incredible," Kim said. "She's everything you've ever wanted, right? She's hot, and strong, and smart, and powerful, and assertive."

I nodded.

"You know, Josh, I think I've got it now. I know what's going on between the two of you," Kim said. "And I'm okay with it. I think it's romantic, that it's hot. And sorry if I'm... fetishizing it. I'll be good. Especially if we're getting kids into the mix."

"That is... very mature," I said, opening my eyes to look at her.

"So if it happens, it happens, and you'll love us both no matter what? And you won't run off scared like you did with Toby?" Kim asked. She caught herself, however. "Sorry, that was a bit pointed, I guess. And not the most mature thing."

I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I understand where it comes from. But I guess you have to trust me. And I have to trust you. And we have to trust Linda."

"Right. I want to make this work, Josh. I want us to be a family," Kim said. "I mean, we're already a family. But I want a bigger family. And I've been so happy that you've come around to letting me get impregnated by others."

"No, not others. Linda and me," I corrected. Kim rolled over and bit her lip.

"I was just teasing you," she grinned, kissing my nose. I couldn't help but smile.

"You're right. Let's try to make a family. All of us," Kim said. "I'm so glad you're back, Josh. I missed you. I don't want to lose you."

"Me too," I whispered, pulling her in closer. "Me too, Kim. I love you."

Kim kissed me, her soft lips pressing against mine.