(partial release)A Young Couple's Journey part 21 / TNT 30 (Patreon)

Sorry for taking so long, and for it not being finished yet. I'll try to address why I've had such difficulty writing lately in my Antarctic Ramblings, but for now, I will jump right on BtND 13 to get it out in a timely fashion. There will be no schedule this month, as I just want to get these things caught up before even attempting something like that.

*

The next few days were a testing phase. I must admit, I was a bit worried about things being tense, or if Josh would catch on how Toby and I fucked as often as we could. I had to convince him to keep his mouth shut, not goad Josh, and be patient, and I also had to convince Josh that everything was fine, that he was having his cake and eating it too. But nothing seemed to change. He was a bit more distant than usual, and I had a feeling that Linda had put the idea into his head that he shouldn’t be submissive to me, or perhaps that he had to grow some sort of spine, which was disappointing, but I couldn’t complain. Not with the deal I’d gotten with him. Them.

Josh had no idea I was still fucking Toby behind his back, or even that I had been in contact with him, and I had a feeling he’d be angry if he found out, but I was too reckless to care. I was having a great time. I deserved a bit of fun and danger.

There had been a few close calls, though. The second night back, Toby had fucked me silly in our bed. It felt so dirty to fuck in my own bed, where I slept with Josh, especially now that he was back and though I was being a good girl. I had told Toby to clean up, but he hadn’t, and his cum had dried in our sheets. I was so horny when Josh came home, and I was scared of getting caught, but I was also so incredibly turned on. I had to keep the horny at bay when I greeted me, and I told myself I’d have to stop. The risk was too great.

But my horniness was only stifled for so long as I was soon on my back. And it was extra scary when Josh pushed inside of me, fucking me with his beautiful cock, only to tell me how much he loved me, and how much he appreciated me. I had almost broken down, and told him about what a horrible wife I had been, but I didn’t. I was a coward and a selfish bitch. And a horrible wife, as I said. And I loved it.

Nope. Josh had dutifully fucked away, complimenting on how wet I was, clueless to the fact that the wetness was Tobu’s sperm sloshing around in my womb, trying its hardest to knock me up. I was being so selfish. But, again, I was so fucking horny, I couldn’t help myself.

I had kept quiet about all of it, but it was fun to imagine telling him. Would he freak? Would he get angry? Would he be hurt and leave me? Even for a girl like Linda, who’d never do such a thing? Or would he be turned on and want to fuck me? My mind wandered all over the place. I didn’t know which I preferred. I think, maybe, I was hoping he’d get turned on. That way, we could all have fun together. That’s what I wanted.

But that was ways away for now. While Toby was impatient, it was important not to rush it. I had to make sure everything went right, and that meant taking my time. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Linda was the key to it. If Linda could make Josh submissive, then I sure as fuck could too. I had to get closer to Linda again, to make sure she was okay with me. And that would take time. For the time being, I’d have to keep my head down and let them do their thing, while I fucked around with Toby. And when they got back together, they could both fuck me together. I could hardly wait. Maybe it was me who was having my cake and eating it, yadda yadda.

And I’d have Linda understand that Josh and I were a team, that we were a package deal. That I knew Josh better and that I knew, like she would in time, that Josh deep down wanted to be cucked, and not only by her. Linda would understand that I was Josh’s partner, not her, and she would realize his passivity when other men pursued and then fucked his wife was part of who he was and why those other men deserved to enjoy his wife. That’s what Josh wanted.

Anyway, that wasn’t the only close call. One evening, while Josh was knocked out from a long day of hard work, and a bit too strong a drink mixed by me, Toby and I fucked like hungry rabbits out by the pool, ben over a lounger, still able to see the back of Josh’s head. It was such a perverted act, to be fucking Toby almost in front of my sleeping husband. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, even though it was so dangerous. It was thrilling to be so exposed. Toby, that asshole, didn’t care at all. He just laughed at how loud I was. Both moaning wise and squelching wise.

Which spoke to the development of our risk taking. At the beginning of these close calls, Toby had been apprehensive, as he was afraid of Josh, no matter what he tried to convince himself of, but like me, it seemed like he enjoyed the powerful thrill and the power trip. And thus, twenty minutes later, I would stumble my limping ass into the shower, with Toby’s kids leaking down the inside of my thighs. Josh had woken up, but was barely conscious, and he didn’t notice how fucked out I was. He didn’t notice how I was holding on to the sink for dear life, how my legs should, still filled with Toby’s thick load.

“You’re so hot,” I whispered, as I turned the water on to cleanse all the filth away, and return to being Josh’s perfect wife. But I was turned on once again, and I couldn’t stop thinking about both Josh and Toby. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Josh, if I didn’t clean up, would fuck me with Toby’s cum still in my pussy, and how he wouldn’t know. Or even better, that if he did know, that it would turn him on.

How he didn't catch on, I didn’t know, but I guess it was for the better that he didn’t. Maybe it was that passivity, or perhaps he was just clueless. I had a feeling that if he knew, he’d be hurt again, and I didn’t want that. It had to be done right. Josh was a good guy, after all, and he didn’t deserve to be hurt by what could be a good thing, not really. Maybe a little, I thought to myself, giggling.

*

'Beep beep,' my phone called. It was almost a week after I got back from Florida, and like all days since I got back, I was at work busting my ass off. 'Beep beep.' Another message. I had to stifle a chuckle. Linda had been quite adorable in her own way. She was sending me quite... raunchy messages and videos. Often multiple times a day. Dominant messages, often kinda demeaning towards me, but in that sweet Linda-esc way. Sometimes she'd be sweeter, but sometimes she didn't leave any question about what she wanted to do to me if I were there. And knowing that, I had to stifle chuckles and reactions from knowing whatever those two messages could be, as I was in a meeting with our insurance representative, together with our attorney.

It wasn't a big deal or anything; we were just signing all the personnel of all the local animal shelters to be covered by our insurance, making sure they had everything they needed health-wise, but I still couldn't exactly open up a video with Linda slow-stroking it while asking me if I'd be a good boy either. That would be awkward.

After the meeting, however, I was in the clear, and I made my way out to my office while looking at the dark screen. I heard a chuckle from Luna, but ignored it. She found it rather amusing how Linda and I were getting along, but not with any malice, as she was still supportive of Kim, Linda and me.

Once I got into my office, I locked the door and sat down at my desk, and pulled out my phone.

'Beep beep.' Another message. Two to begin with, and now another. I checked my phone, and it was, as I had suspected, Linda.

The first one was a message. It was simple and to the point: 'Look what I got you.'

The next was a picture, and I could see that Linda was on her bed. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were red. Her shirt was off, and her bra was pulled up, and she was cupping her breasts, and they looked so perfect in her hands. And then I saw the obscene bulge in her sweatpants, which, by the way, were barely hugging her hips, on the verge of slipping down. I could see the lines in her pelvic area, how they pointed down to where her cock was barely out of view, but still bulging obscenely in her pants.

My mouth fell open, and I felt an urge to grab Linda and throw her at the desk. But she wasn't here. Her third message was, however, quite the appetizer to when she got back. She had put the phone down on the mattress, or the floor, I guess, so that I was looking up at her. She was on her knees, so her bulge was right in the center of the screen. Linda slowly slid the pants off, a small knowing smile on her lips, and her fat, veiny cock was revealed. Her cock throbbed, pulsating. Fat and potent. I could feel drool gather in my mouth as I looked at it. Linda was now holding it in her hand, stroking it up and down. She was hard as a rock already, and she was looking directly into the camera, staring down at me. Even through a camera lens, she could still control me.

She licked her lips, her eyes hooded and dark. Her tongue ran over her lips before she bit down on her full bottom lip. She moaned, her eyes closing and her head tilting back. Her cock was pulsating in her hand, throbbing, hard and ready. I heard those sexy moans that always drove me wild, and I could tell she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Her body was shaking, and I could see her balls twitching. Linda then spat on her cock and resumed stroking, drops of precum and saliva landing on the lens.

"I'm gonna fucking destroy you, Josh," she grunted, and I could feel my cock hardening in my pants. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless, baby. I'm gonna make you mine. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be begging me for mercy. But I won't give you any, baby."

I swallowed and stared at the screen as Linda's hand moved up and down her thick shaft.

"And when I'm done fucking your brains out, I'm gonna cum inside you," Linda whispered. "Breed you like the good boy you are. Knock you up, Josh. Fucking knock you up, baby..."

I felt myself moan at the thought.

"And when I've filled your tight little ass, I'm gonna fuck your wife and get her pregnant too," Linda said, grunting and moaning, her hips thrusting into her fist.

"God, fuck," I hissed. "God, please..."

Linda's hips were moving erratically now, and she was breathing heavily. She was close. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she moaned. "Oh, God, I'm gonna fucking cum!"

I watched as her cock twitched and grew even harder. A deep, sexy groan escaped her lips and I could see her cock convulsing, ready to shoot. I felt my own dick throbbing, my eyes glued to the screen. I was so hard and turned on, I couldn't contain myself. Why was it such an intoxicating view? Well, Linda was why. That was it. From her hips jerking, her thighs tightening, her kind face screwed in ecstasy. From how she hovered over the camera like a predator, aiming her cock at the camera. From the sheer size of it.

"Open wide," Linda groaned, and the first rope of cum splattered against the lens. I flinched and almost dropped my phone. The cum shot out of her cock with an incredible amount of power and speed, and the force of the shot made her phone move. 

The loud splat of sperm was followed by a second one, just as loud, and just as powerful. I watched in awe as the camera was covered in Linda's sperm. The first two ropes covered the entire screen, and the subsequent ropes just added to the volume of cum. I felt myself shiver, my cock rock hard in my pants. My eyes were wide and I was panting. I was so turned on. The camera was completely covered in her thick, viscous cum. I could see the details of Linda's sperm, all the different strands, the way it was slowly dripping down the lens. I could see how thick it was. 

Then, finally, after 30 seconds or so, I heard Linda groan, gulp down some air, then giggle. "You owe me a new phone," she panted. The screen was still white and opaque with her cum, but I could still imagine her face. The screen stayed like that for a second, and then it suddenly turned off. And her final message for now, 'Miss u 🥰'.

I hurried into my private bathroom and furiously jerked off, feeling guilty about doing it here, but I was so horny I couldn't resist, and I didn't want to leave a big stain in my pants. I thought about the video, and how Linda was going to fuck me when she got back. I shivered with excitement. How she was going to breed Kim. How I'd be there. How I'd get to taste Kim's pussy, while it was still loaded with Linda's potent sperm. God, that was so hot. Then Linda would turn her attention to me. How I would get on my knees and crawl over to her, my head between her legs. She'd put her cock in my mouth, and I'd suck her off. She'd fuck my face, her cock sliding in and out, and gentleness would be replaced with her own needs to be satisfied. And I'd let her do it. I'd let her use me. My entire body was hers, and it felt like she truly owned a part of my own body.

After an earth-shattering orgasm, I was knocked out. With a stupid grin on my face, I lay down on the couch and took a nap. It had been a long week. A long week without Linda. But Kim had been really good too, so that made up for it. It was like the stress I was expecting coming back was just an illusion. Like, it was as if Kim had finally gotten around to respecting boundaries and she seemed in great spirits for the most part.

I did, however, notice that she was often very tired. I suspected that she wasn't sleeping much and was working a lot at the trailer. But another part of me also worried that it was sort of my fault, too. I had put it on her quite hard, and I guess I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. Kim never asked about Linda, and as happy as Kim seemed, I couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't as happy as she seemed. Or was I reading too much into things? I didn't know. But I also didn't want to pry, or be pushy. I wanted to respect Kim, and I hoped she was being honest with me. But seeing her try so hard, if I was reading it wrong or not, it almost felt like she resigned herself to trying not to set me off, which in turn made me feel awful about how harsh I might've been with her. So, I decided to change that. I wanted to show her I was back to my old self. I wanted to make her happy.

As work concluded for the day, I booked a table at our favorite Italian restaurant downtown, sent Kim a message to get her red dress, and told her that I would pick her up in an hour, while I took a shower and changed into a new suit.

*

“See ya later, alligator,” I called to Josh.

“See ya, Luna,” he replied. He was hovering over one of our newer interns, teaching him something. He was a younger prospect brought in by Mirella… And prospect was a term used loosely. He had been struggling with most tasks we had given him, and he had a very… negative resumè. I think Mirella might have a soft spot for the kid and wanted Josh to take him in. Josh would happily do so nine times out of ten, but I had to wonder if Mirella’s sister had something to do with it. Was this a long-term strategy? Or just one person doing something for someone else just to be nice? I was thinking the latter, but definitely could be a situation where one person scratches the back of another, a good deed that could blossom into more. “I’m taking Kim out in a bit, so, yeah, the Wal is yours.”

“I’m heading to the gym first, but I’ll carry that duty with honor,” I saluted. I grabbed my bag and headed out, getting into my car, and driving off to the gym.

Josh and Kim had been doing quite alright since he got home. Josh seemed to have a new confidence, or perhaps his old mojo but renewed, and I was really glad for that. Kim was still able to be a bitch, though, and it was in her nature to push boundaries, but I think it was more of an act than anything lately. She was afraid of Josh, and it was clear that if she kept on fucking around, she was gonna do just that. I sort of wondered how they were going to balance all that. But I guess it was none of my business, at least very limited so, and I was not the person to say what was best for them. 

While I wanted the best for my brother and for my dear sister-in-law, it was for them to decide what that was. I could be their sounding board if need be, and I had been indulging a bit perhaps, but I wouldn’t ever cross any lines, and they both knew that.

I was looking forward to the gym. I had lifted weights too much lately, so I was heading over to our local martial arts gym. I also sort of hoped to bump into Bran or Hope, but their little retirement, or break rather, had made it sort of difficult to bump into them. Sure, they lived next door, kinda, but it was much easier if it was more… dynamic.

Alas, some good old Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu would scratch my itch. I much preferred wrestling, as one who was quite adept, humble brag, yes, but there weren’t many gyms that offered that, and I had pretty much grown up with BJJ with Josh anyway, in addition to wrestling. He was always very talented in sports, but when it came to any sort of grappling, I always ragdolled him. While he would never admit it, he knew it as well. It always felt so good to submit my bigger, stronger brother. Though, the last time we really went for a tumble, he tore his ACL.

Anyway, the competition here in Courtington honestly wasn’t that great, but I was always able to have fun regardless. As I arrived, however, I was surprised to find Toby, that loathsome psycho, standing outside. I wondered if I had done something to deserve this, but my thoughts quickly drifted to how I was going to avoid him.

But I didn’t go unnoticed, unfortunately. He looked at me, and a nervous twitch ran through him like a seizure. His smile was thin and forced. “Hey, uh, Luna. How are you doing?” he asked.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, not really masking my disdain. Perhaps I was being unfair, but whatever.

“Oh, uh, I work out sometimes here. As well,” he said, stumbling a bit before gaining some confidence. “You’re not here often, are you?”

I just shrugged. “Whatever.” I then thought to how Kim was so glowing about this guy, and I felt myself wondering if maybe he wasn’t that bad, that I should ease up a bit. Maybe he was better than the rumors suggested, and maybe I had just gotten off on the wrong foot with him. I’d try to be a bit nicer… I guess.

“Well, I’ll see you inside,” I said, putting on a fake smile, and walked past him. Without missing a beat, I felt Toby’s eyes on my butt as I passed. I rolled my eyes.

Inside, I changed in the locker room, and then I headed to the mats, where the instructor was setting up a few dummies for drills.

The class started with some warm-ups and some light sparring. It was very beginner-oriented, so I was a bit bored, but I tried to roll with it, no pun intended… or full pun intended, actually. I noticed that Toby was there as well, but I made a point to ignore him.

Then came time to spar. I was paired up against a young woman named Claire, who was a little more advanced than most of the other students, and we started rolling around on the mat. She had some good moves, but I was too quick and too strong for her, and I easily took her down and submitted her. And I did her three more times, but I let her work a bit before submitting her.

Catching a break, I looked over at Toby, failing miserably at ignoring him. He was up against an older man named Frank. I’d seen him around a few times before, he had joined the classes after retiring, and he was pretty decent for his experience. They started grappling on the mat, and I noticed that Toby was getting the better of Frank. He was younger and faster, and he had a bit more strength than Frank, and he was able to put Frank in a few holds that Frank couldn't get out of. Frank tapped out, and Toby let him go, and they rolled around some more.

I was a little bit surprised at how good Toby was. Relatively, of course. I mean, he wasn’t a bad grappler. He was quite overweight, but was able to use his bulk effectively and had surprising stamina. But then, as I watched them go again, I noticed that Toby was getting rougher. It was like he sensed that Frank wasn’t able to put up much resistance, and Toby was putting more and more pressure on Frank, and Frank was having a harder time escaping. It wasn’t like Toby was throwing Frank around, but it was how he went for Frank’s wrists, forcefully, how he went for the ankle, how he went for the neck, and his approach of doing it. It was like he was trying to actually hurt Frank.

Eventually, the instructor noticed this and broke it up.

“Alright, Tobias, you know better than that,” he said. “We’re not here to hurt people. We’re here to learn. Frank, you okay?”

Frank nodded, and the instructor turned to Toby.

“Sorry, I just got a bit excited, I guess,” Toby said, grinning sheepishly.

“Alright, just take it easy next time,” the instructor said, and he turned to me. “Alright, Luna, why don’t you go against Toby?” What he really was saying was, ‘He can’t bully you, so please help me out here.’

I looked at Toby, and he was smiling, no, smirking at me, his eyes dark. He clearly thought he was something special. I was tempted to wipe that smile off his face. I wasn’t scared or anything, but I did catch that his nervousness from before was pretty much gone, replaced by a more confident and assertive Toby.

I shrugged and said, “Sure.

“Ready?” Toby said with a smirk, clearly thinking a girl would be no match for him after handling a grown man like Frank with relative ease. I had to stop myself from laughing. Was he serious?

“Oh no, please go easy on me, Mr. Alpha Sigma,” I pleaded mockingly, wiping that annoying right of his face. I was just teasing him, of course, but I wanted to test his boundaries.

“I’ll try my best,” he said, and we started circling each other.

I decided to wait and see what he did. And he obliged. He moved in quickly, but he was still slow compared to me. I saw his eyes flick to my hips, and then he lunged forward, grabbing my leg. I had seen this coming, and I snaked my arm around his neck, and as he tried to push me down with his weight, I pulled hard and put him in an unforgiving guillotine choke. He struggled against it, refusing to tap, but he was stuck, and I squeezed tighter. He saw sense finally and tried to tap out, and I let him go and he fell to the ground, coughing. I stood over him, and he glared up at me, his face red.

“Not bad,” I said, and extended my hand. It was very bad, but you know, he’s a noob so I tried to not be too mean, and also I was trying to be nicer anyway. He took my hand and I helped him to his feet.

“You’re good,” he said, coughing.

“I’m okay,” I replied. I was state and regional champ, and if it wasn't for COVID, I’d go much further than that. I was more than okay. His ego was clearly bruised. Good. He needed a good spanking. “But I’m sure you’ll get there,” I added.

He nodded, and we started circling each other again. I decided to be a bit aggressive myself. I feinted, and he fell for it. I grabbed his arm, and I was going to throw him, but he twisted, and I lost my grip. He then went for my legs again, and he got them, and I was suddenly on the ground, on my back.

I felt his weight on top of me as I tumbled…and then I could feel him. All of him. His dick was pressed against my ground, and I could feel his breath on my neck. My anger flared up. This fucking creep! I tried to push him off, but he was too heavy, settling his weight down on me, telling me that me feeling his cock was no mere accident. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

“Ugh, is that a sock in your pants or are you just excited to get fucked up?” I asked, and I could feel his cock twitch against me from rubbing on my crotch. He didn’t reply, he just kept pressing against me, trying to keep me down. I could even feel him grinding against me. Fucking pig… But also, Kim was right about his size. That was all natural? That couldn’t be all him, right?

But two could play this game. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooked my heel into my other foot, and squeezed. I heard him grunt, and I inadvertently pressed his crotch into mine more. I squeezed tighter, and I could feel him struggle with the pressure on his midsection. But then I could feel his dick getting harder. I rolled my eyes. He was a fucking freak and he was getting off on me being pinned down. Little did he know how little in control he was. He was a big guy, for sure, but he wasn’t used to girls being this strong, I bet.

Using my legs and his discomfort, I rolled him off me, and five seconds later, he was tapping out to an arm-bar. As much as I wanted to snap his joints, I let him go, and he scrambled to his feet, his face red, and his eyes wide. He was breathing heavily now, and he was sweating profusely.

“Had enough, champ?” I asked mockingly. “Do you yield?”

“Fuck… you, bitch,” he panted. He was humiliated. I had expected him to be a sore loser, and maybe I was having fun being a sore winner. What can I say, I liked that I could beat up this asshole.

“You know, the abbreviation is BJJ, not SA, right?” I spat.

“It was an accident. Don’t read too much into it,” he said, but I could hear the lie in his voice. His body language didn’t match his words either. “Besides, it’s not like you weren’t enjoying it. You were squeezing me pretty hard, weren’t you? I bet you’re wet right now,” he added.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you fucking creep. I’m just disgusted. You’re not the first creep to try to pull that shit with me, and you won’t be the last,” I said. “And besides, it’s not like it’s hard to beat you,” I added.

“We’re getting petty, aren’t we? Must’ve struck a cord,” Toby smirked. I felt myself getting angry. I couldn’t stand this guy. Why did Kim find him so attractive?

I tried to ignore him and just focus on sparring, but he kept trying to get close to me like before. Luckily, he was pretty weak, and I kept submitting him, not letting him ever get on top again, but he wouldn’t stop trying. I tried not to let his comments get to me… but they did. I was thoroughly pissed off, honestly.

After the class ended, I went back to the locker room to shower and get changed, feeling his leering eyes on me the entire time as I walked. And even as I was showering, I still felt his eyes on me, and it made my skin crawl. His sweat, how he pressed himself against me. I tried to ignore it, I tried blocking it out… but I couldn’t. I was repulsed, yet I was thinking about it. His aggressive tendencies, mixed with being a total scumbag, made me want to beat the shit out of him. But also… I was curious. Kim had talked so much about him, his cock, and that aggressive side of him, that it was impossible for me to not think about it. And I had felt him. It was huge. Huge.

After a longer shower than intended, wrapped in little else than a towel, I went into the locked room to change. I guess I indeed had taken quite a long shower, as the place was empty. Well, more space for me. Whatever.

Then, however, just as I was about to change, and about to drop the towel, I heard a soft cough behind me.

“Did anyone ever teach you that it is rude to stare?” I called without turning, hearing his footsteps drag across the wet tiles somewhere behind me. “This is the women’s locker room, anyway.”

“Sorry, I just wanted to apologize and talk a bit,” came Toby’s whining, insincere excuse.

“Toby, we were here to work out. We had a spar or two. It was just that,” I said, not wanting a big deal out of this, for him to just leave, even if he was in the wrong. “Now, can you get the fuck out?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re a great fighter,” he said, coming closer as he spoke.

“Yeah, well, thanks,” I replied, turning toward him. If he was getting closer to me, I’d want to see what he was going to do. Yup, he was that sort of creep.

“Look, I know you think I’m just a loser or whatever, but I’m not. I’m a really nice guy. Or can be,” he continued, hovering around the bench, a couple of feet from me. “I can be really nice,” he added. He had a grin that made me want to throw up plastered across his wide face, and his eyes were on the gap of my towel at chest-level.

“Uh-huh, sure. Honestly, Tobster, I have no idea what Kim sees in you. She keeps ragging about you, but all I’m seeing is a slimy creep. You’re not exactly living up to the hype,” I chuckled with spite. He was such a loser, and a loser with no self-awareness at that. And yeah, my anger from before was returning, and with a vengeance.

“You really think I’m not good enough?” Toby asked with a pretend-pout. “I could prove you wrong, right here and right now,” he added, his tone becoming more aggressive. I knew this game. It was one of the classics, a cliche really.

I raised an eyebrow, not at all impressed. “Are you seriously propositioning a woman in the women’s locker room after trying to grind your dirty, sweaty body on her on the mat? After she beat your ass to ten continuous minutes without much effort?”

I looked down at his obvious bulge. “And you’re not even embarrassed, are you? Jesus, I can see the outline of your dick. You’re such a fucking pervert.”

“I’m just here to talk. You’re the one who’s looking. Maybe you want to see what all the fuss is about,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, I can tell that you’re curious, even though you try to hide it.”

“Sure, Tobster. I’m the pervert. I’m the one looking at your dick,” I said. “You’re a piece of work.”

“You know, I could show you, if you want,” he said, moving his hands to the hem of his sweatpants. “It’s not like I’m shy or anything. Or have any reason to be, as you probably already guessed.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Has that ever worked, you think? Just whipping out your dick in front of a girl and thinking that’ll do it, huh?”

My eyes were drawn down to his crotch. Despite myself, I was wondering if he’d actually be such a loser that he’d whip it out in front of me, expecting something to happen. I had felt it against my groin, but seeing it was different. I had to admit, it had felt big. It was thick… and long. I could even see now that it was big. I mean, Kim kept telling me how good he was with it, so perhaps that was why I had that little nudge of curiosity. I had to admit that I had been wondering. But I didn’t want to show him that, of course.

Instead, I put on a spiteful, but amused expression, and crossed my arms. My towel threatened to fall, but it remained in place thanks to my arms, but I guess it offered a bit of a view. “I’m waiting,” I said. “Go on, Tobster. Show me the goods.”

Toby was quiet for a second, and then a small grin spread across his face. “Sure thing,” he said, and he pulled his sweatpants down. And he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick was just hanging there. It was… big. Really big. As I had suspected. Thick and meaty. He was already semi-erect, and he was big enough to make most other guys jealous of that. And it wasn’t even fully hard. Fuck.

“Holy shit,” I said. “That’s a big fucking dick, dude.” I couldn’t help it. I had to say something. “And it’s not even hard yet. Fuck. I guess I’m sorry for what I said.” I wasn’t sorry for what I said, but his dick did sort of make me feel like it had to be respected. God, I felt like a bimbo for saying that, but damn. Why did that have to be attached to such a dickhead?

“Thanks,” Toby said. “I’m glad I could change your mind,” he added smugly.

“Jesus Christ,” I said, shaking my head at this idiot. “I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I’m not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive,” I said, gauging it a bit by tilting my head. I hated to satiate his ego by complimenting his cock, but it was the truth. I didn’t exactly have many cocks to compare it to, though. It looked… heavy. “But I guess it is just an appendage.”

“The biggest you’ve seen?” Toby asked confidently, taking a step closer.

“Not really,” I replied, truthful and nonchalant. “Now, get the fuck out of here before I put in another arm-bar. Butt naked and everything. They’d love to see your dick at the police station, pervert.”

“Pff, don’t play coy. I’m the first guy who’s been brave enough to show it to you. I know you’re a virgin,” he said, and I felt my jaw almost drop from his comment. “You’ve never seen one like this.”

Toby took a step toward me again. “Oh yeah?” I said challengingly, undeterred by his misplaced confidence. “Why don’t you come closer, and we’ll see what happens?” I moved my hands to my hips, letting my towel drop to the tiled floor with a wet thump, revealing my nudity in all its glory.

“I will,” he said, stepping closer, staring hungrily at my naked body, the prowess of my fitness on full display. His dick was now inches from my bare thigh. He was looking down at my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my legs. I was slightly taller than him, my muscles were clearly visible, and my abs were hard and more or less toned. I guess he liked what he saw as I aw his meaty cock thicken.

“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you,” he said. “You’ve always been a tease, acting like you’re better than everyone else. You’re a bitch, but you’re fucking hot one, and I’ve wanted to take you down a peg.”

“Uh-huh. Is that so?” I chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. Was that how he thought of me? What a fucking loser! And was this seriously how he was trying to get with me? “You’re gonna fuck me, huh? What, you gonna take me right here and now?” I asked, looking down at his cock. It was big, but that was it. It was nothing special. “Is that what you think? You think you’re gonna just take me, and I’m gonna let you?”

Toby reached out towards me… and then I grabbed his wrist. He tried to pull away, looking up at me with obvious surprise, and it was my time to smirk. I twisted his arm, spinning him around and shoving his hand up his back just before the point of pain. He had grappled, and he knew I could easily rip his shoulder out of socket.

“What the fuck?” he hissed, trying to not be too loud for some reason. “Let go of me!”

“Nah,” I said, shoving him forward, marching him, with his pants left by the bench, over to the locker room door. He tried to kick and cried out in frustration, but I was stronger, and I was in control. With my other hand, I grabbed the door handle, threw it open, and shoved him through, and gave him a kick in the back on his way. “So long, King Tobster!” I called mockingly as I slammed the door on his ass.

I turned around, and went back to my locker, still naked, and I began to get dressed. I felt so powerful, so confident. I was a fucking badass, and I loved it. I didn’t even feel like the sort of girl who got all nervous or whatever about being naked. If someone had seen me now, I wouldn’t care, and honestly, they’d just see a baddie who just ragdolled an assaulter buck naked.

I mocked him to his face and tossed him out, dick out and everything. I smirked to myself. God, that was fun. I was feeling myself. Fuck, I was feeling so fucking hot. Like a badass. A sexy, badass, hot bitch. A girl who could kick any guy’s ass, and still look great doing it.

*

The date with Kim was a nice way to truly rekindle... I wanted to say 'that old spark', and while we had been together since our mid-teens, we were still in the first half of our twenties, and rekindling sounded like something couples in their glory days, who had gone through several kids, would do. So, no, not that old spark, but a spark of something more. Or perhaps, something less. That we were loosening up around each other, now that everything had been so tight.

Either way, it was a beautiful summer evening, Kim looked amazing, the Italian restaurant showed its best side, and the owner even sent us a bottle of their best wine on the house. He was an old man with an equally old wife, who had been running the place since before we were even born. We had been coming here for years since we moved to Courtington, and he was always so nice to us. The place wasn't too fancy, but it was good. Very good.

Kim was glowing, and that was what mattered. We had some amazing food, drank a few glasses of wine, and talked about our days, and Kim was telling me all about the photo studio she ran out of that trailer of hers, how she had managed to do so much already, and how happy she was that she was finally making progress on it... But she did keep the details kinda vague, I guess.

For my part, I was given a heads-up that there was both a WSJ journalist and a Times journalist who seemed to be there for me. While it wasn't the first time, it was pretty surreal to me. I guess the success of my businesses and whatnot warranted some attention, but I never wanted any sort of 'fame' or whatever. Though, Linda did seem to think I could have a positive influence.

Still, there were proper channels to approach me, so they could go that route instead.

So, after the dinner, the staff was kind enough to let us out the backdoor. It was kinda fun sneaking around like that. Kim especially giggled the whole way, but I hoped this wouldn't be the norm. We headed to the car, parked a block from the restaurant, and drove off into the night, the windows rolled down and the wind in our hair. The air smelled like a summer evening, and the sky was clear. We were both in a great mood. Kim was in a great mood. And that's what mattered. It was nice to be out on a date with her. It felt like we were a regular couple.

"Tonight has been great," Kim said with a smile as we found ourselves in the downtown park.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"I guess I've been a bit unsure where I stand now that Linda is in our relationship. I mean, she's a force to be reckoned with. She's kind and so gentle, but I've just felt a bit left out, so this was a very nice way to get a good footing again."

I looked at Kim for a moment, a bit unsure what to say. On one hand, I wanted to be supportive and understanding of her worries, but on the other hand, I felt a bit of guilt that I hadn't picked up on it.

"You know," I said, reaching over to hold her hand. "I'm sorry I didn't notice you've been feeling left out, but I'm happy you said something. It makes me feel like you trust me, and I appreciate that, and I'm sorry if I've been insensitive. I've just been enjoying getting to know Linda, but I still love you, Kim. And I'm still your husband, and you're still my wife." I paused, and looked at her. "We're still us. No one can take that away from us."

Kim looked up at me, as if studying me for a small moment before she smiled, and nodded. "Thank you, Josh," she said. "That means a lot to me. And I'm sorry I've been so distant lately. I've just felt a bit lost, I guess. I just felt a bit... I don't know. Maybe I'm a bit insecure or whatever. You and Linda are both so amazing, and I'm just... me. I'm just a girl from some small town. I don't have a huge cock like Linda, or the kind of success you have, and I don't have the kind of talent Linda has. I'm just an ordinary girl. And I'm not even a great wife, either. I've been neglecting you and treating you like crap, and then Linda comes in and shows me how to treat a man right. I mean, how do I compete with that? I've been feeling like I'm just in the way, that I'm just a burden, and I'm just so fucking scared that you're going to realize that you don't need me anymore."

Kim paused, and took a deep breath. "Sorry. I know I'm rambling. I just needed to get that out, I guess. And I know I'm not making much sense, and I'm not even sure what I'm trying to say, but I've just felt a bit lost lately."

I squeezed her hand. "You're not a burden, Kim, and you're not in the way, and you're not just some girl from some small town. You're an incredible person, and I'm so lucky to have you in my life, and I'm so glad we found each other and that we're still together," I said, then tried to switch the mood a bit and be more teasing. "And yes, you can be a bit of a problem sometimes, but have you seen your ass? Phew, I'd take that problem any day," I chuckled.

She blushed, and I could tell she was trying to hold back her smile. She looked away, but I could tell she was still smiling. "Oh, is that all I am to you?" she asked playfully.

"Oh, yeah, totally," I joked, and she laughed. "But seriously, though, Kim, I love you, and don't worry about anything on my account."

"Still, I'm so dead afraid you'll be angry with me for asking about you and Linda. How can I not worry? I mean, if I can't even ask, how am I supposed to take that? How am I supposed to take that, if you won't let me ask about you and her?" Kim said, her voice trembling a bit.

"Hey, hey," I said, stopping and turning to her. "I'm not angry. I'm not going to get mad at you for asking. It was just... so beautiful, everything that happened in Florida, and to come home to that immediate fetishized pestering about what I hold dear. I didn't want to be treated as a piece of meat or as a pawn in your little games, and I just felt hurt, and I felt like you didn't understand what we had, Kim. But that was then. I'm still here, Kim. I'm not leaving."

She nodded. "Okay, okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm sorry. So I can be included?"

"Of course. I'll talk to Linda, of course, but when she's back, I think it's very important that you two make out in front of me. Very important," I said, once again trying to be playful. I was trying to make her feel better by showing how I was really into them both, but also not wanting everything to be so serious.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're such a dork, Josh," she said.

"Yeah, but I'm your dork," I replied with a wink. I had to be that. I had to be her husband. 

Kim looked over at some dense bushes behind a utility shed, sort of secluded from the rest of the park, and looked back at me with a spark in her eyes.

"Wanna pork your wife behind that shed?" she asked, crass as ever.

"What if someone hears you?" I asked, knowing the answer. And here it came; Kim shrugged.

"Maybe they could learn a thing or two," she said, pulling me along as she made a beeline for the bushes, her eyes darting around to see if anyone saw. We had seen no one for the last five minutes, so the risk was low, but that didn't mean it was zero. But that also made it kinda fun. Kim was a thrill-seeker, and I was a bit too, I guess.

*

When I learned what Luna had done to Toby, I was incredibly worried how he'd act once I got back to the trailer. He hated being humiliated, and he would take it out on me. I was so scared of what he'd do, but I knew I had to face the music.

What did make me feel a bit more confident, though, was the fact that I knew Toby wouldn't take it too far... I hoped. I'd absolutely kamikaze myself and tell Josh, and I think Toby knew that.

I was thoroughly surprised to learn that Toby had tried his luck with Luna at all. I had laughed my ass off when Luna told me. It felt like a huge step back in terms of seducing her to sleep with Toby, but hearing about a naked Luna throwing Toby out of the locker room was honestly one of the best things I'd ever heard. I could only imagine the look on his face! And to think that she was so strong that she could throw a man out of a room like that? It was pretty hot, actually. Luna didn't press any charges, though, feeling the humiliation and being banned from the gym were enough of a punishment, I guess. And that he wasn't even worth the trouble.

So, when I finally returned to the trailer and to Toby's clutches, I didn't get what I expected. In fact, Toby wasn't even home. I sighed. Oh well. Maybe that part of life was over. Nah. That was too easy. He was just out doing whatever. Maybe he needed a few stitches to his bruised ego or whatever. Part of me, as much as I was fond of that devious, dangerous sex, and I truly felt like Toby had a strong hold over me, I was glad to not have to worry about him for now. I had been so scared that he was gonna do something when I got back, and I was just relieved that he wasn't here.

I was, however, also a bit disappointed that he wasn't. As awful as he could be, I really liked having sex with him. He was so rough, so dominant, so intense. He was a true alpha, and I liked that about him. I was drawn to him, and I liked that he could make me feel that way. Even though I knew I was a bad person for liking him, I still did, and I had to admit that. It wasn't like I could really explain it either. I just did. 

Anyway. The next week was an incredible one. Almost every day, after work, the three of us hung out around the pool, and it was just great. I was in a great mood overall. I was still able to tease Josh and stuff, and I tried to be more careful and a bit sweeter. Honestly, I felt closer to Josh than I had in months. It was like we were a couple, like we were in love again, and I was so happy. I was even being nicer to Linda, too. When she boarded her flight back to Indiana, I even sent her a 'safe travels' message. It might not seem significant, but I rarely ever texted her except when I sent her memes on Instagram.

But yeah, after getting thrown into the pool by Luna, Josh went to get Linda from the airport, as she was finally back. Josh had been so excited all day. He had tried to play it cool, being a guy and all, but he was practically skipping with excitement. It was really sweet. I could tell he really missed her. And he was so excited to see her again. It was cute. It was nice to know that he still cared about me, too. I mean, I'm his wife, and I'm the love of his life, and he was my husband.

I was excited too, though. It has been more or less a month since I saw her, so it would be nice to have her back. Also, even with Luna, the trio of us still didn't fill out the house. Or perhaps I had gotten so used to living with Linda that it just felt empty without her. I'd even gotten her a gift for her return. A pair of earrings from a boutique store downtown. They were pretty cheap, but they were nice, and she would look amazing in them. Josh had also gotten her something, and Luna had sort of pouted since both of us had gifts, and she was pissed she wasn't kept in the oh-we're-giving-gifts loop. 

As the day came to an end, and the sun was setting, we sat on the patio, drinking some cocktails. Luna and I were playing a game of chess. I had made a bunch of burritos, ready to be thrown in the oven on a moment's notice for when Linda was about to arrive with Josh.

"You okay, Loony?" I asked teasingly, as I played knight to C4, blocking a check from Luna's queen. It was a dead-end game where I had lost ages ago, but I wanted to make Luna work for her victory.

"Oh, just peachy, Kim," Luna shot back with a sigh. "I'm not the one who's been playing chess like a noob," she added.

"Yeah, but you've been sighing all evening," I replied, looking up at her. She looked a bit on edge, a bit restless. She was clearly looking forward to something.

"Oh, it's nothing," Luna said.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Well, fine, since you're asking. I, erh, I kinda need a good fuck," Luna sighed.

"A good fuck, huh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." Luna said, moving her queen. "It's been a while. I mean, with a non-woman."

"I thought you were a lesbian," I asked.

"Like sixty percent, I guess, but–"

"Is it because of what happened to Toby?" I asked, eager for some gossip.

Luna scoffed. "No, not at all," she said, waving me off. "I mean, sort of. I don't know. I just feel like... Not that I want him, per se, but I guess I miss getting taken care of."

"Why don't you just let Toby, then?" I asked, sitting forward on my chair suddenly, as the idea came to me.

"You're seriously still defending him?" Luna asked.

"Just because he's a scumbag doesn't mean you should have to suffer. You have needs, Luna," I said.

"He's a rapist," Luna stated.

"No, he's not," I said, shocked at such an accusation. "If you don't want him, that's fine, but don't say he's a rapist."

"What is wrong with you?" Luna hissed.

"Sorry. I'm starting to push for those stupid thoughts again. Forgot I said anything. I was just thinking if you needed it, then why not just indulge? I mean, it's just sex, and I know you're at least a little bit curious. Don't lie. I'm just saying, maybe if you'd let him, you'd actually get laid."

"He's an asshole, Kim. If it wasn't for the fact that you seem to think the world of him, then I'd be more than happy to call the cops on him," Luna spat.

"But--" I stopped myself, holding up a hand as a sign that I knew I was pushing too hard. Luna noticed my effort, and her expression softened. "But yeah, no. That makes sense. I'm sorry for pushing."

"Yeah, whatever," Luna sighed. "Besides, if I ever let him touch me, then he'd have won. He'd have beaten me, and there's no way I'm letting him have that over me."

"Okay, okay. You win," I said, not wanting to keep pushing her. I was glad she was opening up, but it seemed like we were heading into dangerous territory. "You could ask to borrow Linda," I said, trying to be the one to derail away. Luna noticed that, too, and smiled. So I moved my king to avoid a checkmate.

"She's not a wheelbarrow that you just hand off to your neighbor," Luna chuckled sharply, though I could sense that was exactly what Luna was bothered about. "I mean, not that I would say no. Fuck, Kim, why did you have to bring her up? Now I'm really dying over here."

"I'm just saying, Luna, that Josh will happily let you get dicked down by Linda," I said. "I'm pretty sure they'd both be very happy."

"Shut up," Luna barked, moving a pawn up to become another queen. "God, now I have to go jack off," she sighed, getting up and leaving me.

I sighed. Well, that went nowhere, and now I felt like an asshole. But, if Luna wasn't going to let Toby near her, then why not help her get her needs met? I had that strap-on dildo molded after Toby's cock. Luna had no idea it was, but that just made it more devious to perhaps stuff her full of it, and maybe warm her up to the day she'd let the real Toby rail her.

The door opened, and Linda stepped out, dressed in a summery dress. Josh came after her, carrying Linda's small amount of baggage. It was very Linda to not pack much. I knew that she never really had much growing up, so maybe that modest trait was hard to shake. Good for her.

"Hello, ladies!" Linda exclaimed happily. "I'm back!"

"Hi, Linda," I said, smiling. "How was the trip?"

"Oh, it was okay. The flight was delayed, and I had a terrible layover in Nashville, but it was alright. Have you guys stayed up waiting for me? How sweet," Linda said, coming over and giving me a big hug. She hugged Luna, too, and slumped down in a chair next to us.

"No, we were just hanging out," I said. "We were playing chess, and we were just talking. It's nice to have you back, though."

"Finally, we get use of this deck, eh?" Josh chuckled, leaning against the railing, his arms crossed, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Yeah," Linda agreed, smiling, obviously checking out Josh's ass while he was looking at the pool, a knowing smirk on her lips.

I felt myself grow a bit bothered. I mean, I'm not sure why even. One of my deepest fantasies was for her to have Josh, and even on some level, or on some darker plain, for her to add that dangerous element where she might steal him away from me, but here I was, not wanting her to stare at his butt. Maybe because of our conversation? Was I feeling possessive now? Did I want Josh all to myself, and only to myself? I had played toward this endgame for so long now, but seeing the reality of what that looked like... well, to be honest, it was easily overwhelmed by the intrigue of seeing Josh subdued.

*

The airport was quite a busy place, as usual. People running everywhere, and a constant din of people talking and moving. A cacophony of sounds, colors, and smells. Not all of it is pleasant, either. I had gotten used to it, though, and was able to filter out most of it.

I was standing at the curb, waiting for Linda to come out of the arrivals terminal. The sun was shining, and I was enjoying the warmth. Linda was having a delay in her flight, but it made no difference. I was so eager to meet her again. Messages and videos weren't cutting it anymore. I needed her now. But I was patient. Like a shark during World War 2 after a ship had been blown up. I knew  I'd get mine, and I knew it would be worth it.

Eventually, she came out. She wasn't dressed in anything fancy, just some jeans and a white tank top, which was more than enough for me. If we weren't in public... Well, from her smirk when she saw me, I think she could read my mind. She smiled and rushed over, and we embraced. It was the best feeling in the world. Having her in my arms again. She felt so warm, and she smelled so good. I had missed her so much.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I replied, holding her close. I kissed her head and squeezed her tighter, feeling her breasts against my chest through our clothes. I sighed contentedly, and I could feel her do the same. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," she said, pulling away to look up at me. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then a longer one. I could taste her lip balm, and it felt incredible. Her lips were soft, and she tasted so sweet. Or maybe it was my brain just overreacting to everything that was Linda. Overreacting?  No, not really. More like getting it right. I could feel my cock thicken, and I'm sure she noticed.

"Are you excited?" Linda asked, breaking the kiss and smiling mischievously.

"You have no idea," I said, letting go of her and taking her luggage.

"I can tell," she said, putting a hand on my chest and rubbing it a bit through my shirt. "How are things at home?"

"It's been great," I said. "Kim and I have really reconnected, and it's been amazing. And Luna's been doing pretty well, too. She's back doing PR instead of being my substitute. Barney is warm, but our pool and a good garden hose help. Poor baby."

"I can't believe I had him in my small apartment–"

"When you could live rent-free at my place?" I teased.

"I fuck the landlord to pay my rent. And in return, I live rent-free in his head," Linda teased back. "Perhaps skull-fucking would be more accurate."

"You're killing me, Linda," I said. "Let's get out of here before I throw you over my shoulder and find an abandoned corner in the parking garage."

Linda chuckled, and we made our way back to the car.

"I'm serious, though," Linda continued. "Barney loves it. Even if it wasn't a huge relief that you guys took me in, I'll always be grateful for the space you've given that big oaf. And when trying to weigh my situation with Kim, I think back to that day when I moved in, and she asked where he was, and she immediately took me to get him back from the kennel, paying for his stay, even when she wasn't used to big mastiffs, and how she took to him. It's such a contrast to the image that I've had of her lately. Maybe because we're both... erh, competing for you, and how we both have our idea of what is best for you, that we've been at odds."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, not entirely sure what else to say. There wasn't exactly a tutorial on how to manage situations like mine. At least not that I was aware of. "What do you mean by 'competing for me'?" I added.

"Well, I know she's your wife, and I'm a mere girlfriend," Linda said. "I mean, I know she has a claim, and I'm just an intruder. But, despite our differences, I'd like to think we both care about you in our own ways, and I think that's why we don't see eye-to-eye."

"How am I even supposed to react to that? I'm not used to being thought of like that," I said, rubbing my neck as we rounded the corner to where I had parked the car.

"Josh... sometimes you're clueless," Linda said, shaking her head. "If I left you standing right here, right now, with a huge 'single' sign that pointed at you, there would only be bones left."

"Heh... well, I'll correct one thing. You're no 'mere girlfriend', Linda," I said, looking at her. She had a smile on her lips, and it looked like she was holding back a laugh.

"Aww, you're such a sweetie," Linda chuckled, kissing my cheek. She looked over at the car. "You picked the Rolls-Royce?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why not? I thought it would be appropriate," I shrugged. "Besides, it's a really nice car."

"It's too much," Linda said. "But I guess if we're gonna live the life, then I'll be happy to take part. Too bad about the handprints on the hood."

"Handprints?" I asked, leaning over the hood a bit to see what she was talking about. I wasn't really particular about keeping a fresh shine on it or anything, but as far as I could tell, there were no marks on the hood. Then, however, I was pushed down against the hood. "Woah, what the fuck, Linda?" I exclaimed.

"Just you wait," she giggled, pushing her body against mine, pressing me against the hood. "Time to pay the rent." She grabbed my hips and started grinding her crotch against my ass, her boobs against my back. "You like that, Josh?" she asked in a sultry voice.

"Fuck," I grunted, relaxing my body. "Yes, I like it," I said.

"Good boy," Linda whispered, kissing the back of my neck. "You like when I fuck you like this? You like it when I use you as a toy?"

"Yes, I like it," I repeated.

"Such a good boy," Linda moaned. "I missed you so much, Josh," she said, grinding harder, her crotch rubbing my ass, her hands gripping my hips tightly. "But we're in a parking building, you silly. We should save the fun for when we're back at the mansion," she added, letting go of me. I sighed.

"We could always just..." I suggested.

"I know you'd cave and let me have you right here... and under different circumstances, you'd be fucked, but I don't want my first time with you in two weeks to be a quickie on the hood of your car. After I've met with the others, I'm going to take care of you. Don't worry."

*

It was honestly great to have the whole gang back together. We had dinner, those burritos Kim made earlier, and the rest of the evening, while I had feared it would be awkward, merged into an evening of wine, idle chatter, and some board games on the deck. Linda caught up on the happenings in Courtington and told us about her time with her parents. I knew most of it, but hearing the latest updates was nice.

Linda, quite adorably, talked of how I had gotten along with her parents, who had grown very fond of me, and had even called me 'son'. It honestly felt like I was basically part of the family already, and I actually felt myself blush a bit when Linda told us that. I felt a bit dorky, but also very honored. I had always been a bit of an outsider, sort of a lone wolf, though I hate that term. Even my own parents weren't always the warmest to me, so hearing Linda say that was a bit heartwarming.

I was just happy that Kim and Linda seemed to get along. Linda had said she wanted to make it a real effort, even during the car ride back from the airport in Indianapolis, she had reassured me that she'd do that because it was important to me. Kim had given those similar vibes all throughout since our trouplet had become 'official' or whatever, so the fact that the two seemed to click was great, and I felt myself feel more and more relieved as the evening progressed.

It wasn't until pretty late, almost midnight, that the first sort of hurdle came. And that was heavily related back to the conversation Linda and I had while driving down to Courtington.

"So Kim wants to be more included," I had said, gauging Linda's reaction. I noticed right away that she wasn't exactly in on the whole idea of... well, sharing our intimacy, and I felt a bit bad for it, but I also knew that she'd try her best. 

"Yeah, I guess I get that," Linda had said. "I mean, I guess I'd feel left out if I were her. I mean, in some ways, I've been in the same boat before."

"I mean, it doesn't have to be every time, I guess," I said.

"Well, if it's going to be natural, it should fall naturally. Rules and stipulations will just ruin the vibe, and it'll feel forced. It'll be forced sex. And that's not what I signed up for."

"So, you're saying we can't set rules?" I asked, wondering how we'd even be able to do this without any rules.

"I mean... Whenever you sleep in my bed, we could just... leave the door open, for example, then she can just join if we feel like it," Linda said. "I don't know, but it should be a free-for-all. I don't want to schedule it. It should just be natural. And besides, I don't want to have to tell Kim when we're gonna fuck."

"Yeah, that'd be weird," I said.

"Yeah. Let's just make it organic, like everything else. So, if I fuck your wife–"

"Jesus," I breathed.

"– then that is what you want?" Linda continued.

"I mean, yeah," I said, feeling that old excitement about the whole thing return.

"How far? I mean, I obviously want to dominate you, and if I can do that through her, then that could be fun," Linda said. "Mmm, just thinking of making you wait on us makes me feel warm inside."

"Yeah, I think I'm into that, but, I don't know, I don't want to just be kicked to the curb," I said.

"I will take care of you, babe," Linda said, stroking my thigh as I drove. "You're mine, and I take good care of what's mine. So I guess I'll have to do the wife in before the husband."

"You don't have to do anything." Linda was a force of her own, after all.

And that's what we had agreed to, to play things as naturally as they got, so when the evening started to wrap up, I was eager to see where this led. Linda seemed to read me like an open book as she shot me a smirk as she also sensed the evening coming to a close…

"Well, I'm sure you guys got a lot of catching up to do," Luna said, clearly not referring to the hours of conversation we'd just gone through, but rather the sex we'd have.

"Oh yeah, we do," Linda giggled. "I mean, not that I'm assuming that's gonna happen. I mean–"

"Please, Linda," Luna laughed. "But if you feel like these two bums are just holding you back, you can always come join me," she added with a wink.

"I'll keep that in mind," Linda said. "I'll give them a chance, though. For old time's sake."

Kim and I exchanged a look. We were being talked about like we weren't even in the room. 

"I'm just a piece of meat?" I joked, earning smirks from all three girls. I wasn't one to cower easily, but being the only dude in on the premises, and knowing that at least some of these women knew my body inside and out, they were quick to gang up on me.

"Yeah, that's kinda your role here," Luna laughed, getting up from her chair, and both Linda and Kim agreed. "You're just here to make us happy, aren't you?"

"Is that so?" I asked, trying to be a bit more overly masculine and dominant. I was still the guy of the house, wasn't I?

"You can take it, can't you?" Linda teased, thinking that she had to go easy on that kind of talk. But I could see the desire in her eyes, and she was already pulling me towards her room, the air of her intent clear to everyone. And on my part, I guess in front of Kim and Luna, I had to be comfortable with her being like that, not only in private. In fact, it tingled in just the right way to hear her talk like this.

"Uh... Sure, yeah," I said, enjoying the way Linda had a firm grip on me. "I'll try my best," I added.

"Good," Linda said, also getting out of her chair, looking at me with a hunger in her eyes. "Now, Kim, I'm gonna borrow your husband for the night. Do you mind?"

Luna and Kim exchanged a look, and Kim looked a bit unsure. She looked like she was about to say something, but then she stopped herself and just smiled. "Okay," she said. She was trying to play it cool. I knew she wanted to join us, but she also wanted to respect our boundaries. Also, the submissive side of her loved the idea of me being taken from her, and that Linda was taking me from her. She was playing her role as the cuckqueen in some sense. I hadn't thought of it like that, at least not that I could recall. Linda was cucking us both, with each other. It was only right, though.

"Good girl," Linda said, patting her on the head, and Kim blushed a bit, and she shot me a look.

"Enjoy," Luna chuckled, and Linda winked at her. "G'night," she said, heading inside before any of us.

"I will," Linda said. "Josh, go get ready, and I'll come in in a moment." She then leaned in and gave me a big, wet kiss. I could feel the passion in her, and I could feel her desire. "Mm, I've missed you," she purred before pushing me toward the small stairs down from the deck. "I'll be in in a minute. In you," she added with a giggle, turning back to Kim.

"You don't need me here?" I asked, wondering what Linda was up to.

"No, you go ahead," she said. "I'll just take care of Kim first."

I glanced over at Kim, who looked a bit confused, but also a bit excited. "Uh, okay..." Kim said, looking up at Linda. "What are you going to do to me?" Kim asked.

"Nothing you won't enjoy," Linda said, winking at Kim, before turning back to me. "Off you go, babe," she said, and I headed inside, leaving the girls to it.

*

"So you want to join Josh and I tonight?" Linda asked. "Is that what you want?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "But I also don't want to be a bitch about it. I want this to last, and by pushing, I might have five minutes of fun, but if we do it right, now and forever, Josh will be our king. The former is what might happen, the latter feels more like a guarantee."

Linda slumped down next to me. For a moment, I thought she had planned to fuck my face. But perhaps she was just putting it on for Josh. That was kinda hot, too. She looked up at me, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to say something, but then she sighed. "You know, for once we both agree. Josh, am I right?" Linda sighed, waving her hand at her face.

"You really love him, then?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah," Linda said, smiling warmly. "So much."

"We should start a fan club," I joked, nudging her with my elbow.

"Mmm, sounds like a great idea," Linda chuckled.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to you," I said, hoping that I wouldn't be pushing my luck. "Like, before you left. And I've not always been the best wife either." That was it. Concessions, and then I'd grow closer to her. That was the way.

"Oh, Kim," Linda said, leaning over and putting an arm around me, pulling me in for a hug. "It's all good. We're getting to know each other. I don't hold any grudges," Linda said. "Besides, if we keep on fighting, then we're just hurting Josh, and I want him to be happy, so we gotta work together."

"Okay," I said, resting my head against her shoulder. "Thank you, Linda."

"Sure," Linda said, then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I mean, we can talk more about it if you want to, but I'm really tired, and I've been looking forward to this evening for weeks now," she said, then turned her head and looked at me. "Unless you wanted to talk more?"

"No, no," I said quickly, knowing that 

*

And yeah, thats as far as I got for now. Heavily unchecked, probably unpolished. I hope I can get it right soon.

Take care, and thank you for your patience with me.