The New Tenant - Part 9 - final version. (Patreon)

I decided to modify a few scenes and add a few things. So here it is. The final version of TNT 9.

It’s a bit on overtime due to Part 5 of My Neighbor took a lot, so yeah.

Hope you enjoy it.

*

I couldn’t all the way tell where it came from but knowing Josh, Kimberly’s husband, was right downstairs and could likely hear me railing his wife to the utmost, was such a power trip. My ego swelled and seared through me, making me feel like the ultimate alpha. I mated the women while the others sat back and watched. It was like it guided me to fucking her even harder. And she absolutely loved it too. Kimberly was screaming loudly, clawing up at me, begging for more.

I had no idea what he was doing down there, or if he left. Not that I cared. He was probably jacking off, the pathetic man he was, slinking away as I defiled their sacred marriage one thrust at a time.

“That-was-SO-FUCKING-GOOD! UHNN, OHH! FUCK!” Kimberly panted, a beautiful sheen of sweat coating her entire body.

“You liked that, baby?” I groaned.

“Yes! SO MUCH!” Kimberly screamed. I slid out of her and rolled her over on her stomach. “Fuck!” she grunted as I shoved back in.

Her soft moans made her intentions clear, and I gave her exactly what she wanted as I fucked her doggy-style one last time and she thrust back against me.

“Want my cum again, don't ya, little cheating slut?” I challenged.

Kimberly gave a particularly harsh pushback, moaning a low, needful, “Yeah.”

“Naughty girls can't stop, can they? What would Josh say?”

“Fuck him! He's ignoring me, so this is what he gets,” Kimberly moaned. I had taught her well.

“And you love being treated this way, right, Kimberly? Don't worry, we'll keep doing this until Josh has nothing left. He will have no choice but to pack up and go,” I promised.

“You wanna rail this bitch, you better start calling me Kim,” Kimberly moaned.

“Kim,” I said, just as Josh usually did, officially affirming my position as her mate. “Kim,” I said again, and I felt her clamp down on me as I said her nickname. I could feel I was gonna blow.

“Cum, Kim. Cum on your new husband's cock,” I whispered in her ear. She screamed as she did, and I heard her orgasm and felt her clamping around my throbbing girth.

If Josh was still there, he'd just heard his own wife orgasm on another man's cock, blissfully unaware of how I'd made her cum while proclaiming me as her new husband. He'd been taught I was the better man in bed, but now I wanted her for myself, and his arriving sort of forced things to move at a quicker pace. I tricked him into thinking I had some sort of 'release all' device, and he bought it. He bought all the lies I gave him, just as Kimberly did. Josh kinda had to, though. The humiliation of having his wife conquered and plastered on the internet would break them both. That would have to be dealt with too, but not now.

“Please fill me up again,” Kimberly whispered. I soon after started to pump a massive load of thick, hot gooey cream into her womb again and she had another, albeit quieter orgasm, clawing and gripping the sheets, humping her ass against me in short rapid motions.

I had to one of these days figure out how to get her off the pill so I could fully impregnate her, to have her scream my name as I fucked my offspring into her, sealing her as mine by her carrying my child instead of Josh’s. She didn’t buy it last time, but with Josh disarmed I was sure I’d get that taken care of too.

For now, I slumped into the mattress next to her.

“That was great,” I grunted, slapping her ass as I pulled out. Once upon a time, my breath would be heaving from fucking Kimberly for a marathon like that, but I guess I was getting in better shape.

“Yeah,” Kimberly moaned happily in response. I had her pretty exhausted too. Her breathing was deep and satisfied. She was naked save for the bedsheets and covered in sweat.

She looked to slumber into a deep trail of thoughts, despite her post orgasm bliss. No doubt she was contemplating Josh. Even as she just trash-talked him while we fucked, she still worried for him. It made me unsure if she talked like that because she meant it, or just to rile me up. Both were acts of submission, so you wouldn’t find me complaining. Though one would be a tell-tale sign of her true state of mind. I guess I wasn’t reading her as well as I thought I was.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, feigning interest.

“Just Josh. I feel bad talking about him like that. And then, of course, I think about why he hasn’t responded yet. I mean, he even unfollowed me on Instagram,” Kimberly said, sounding defeated. Maybe one should feel bad for her, but it all worked in accordance with my plan, so I was silently triumphant. “My own husband… maybe it was a mistake…”

“What was?” I asked.

“You,” Kimberly whispered. I think she sounded sad at this point.

I laid back thinking a bit. Of course, Kimberly would have those thoughts. I just had to find the words to pry those misconceptions of sleeping with me, becoming mine, being a mistake, and start to think about me conquering her instead. While the big angry man was just downstairs, or wherever the fuck, I had him fooled enough to give me more time to ruin his wife forever. The same wife whose head was on my shoulder, nuzzling against me tenderly. I wanted to say something clever, something that’d drive her more towards the edge. Make her fall away from her beloved husband.

“I think it’s quite disrespectful, honestly,” I said. Kimberly lifted her head to look at me. She thought she had insulted me. Good, that lowered her inhibition. But that wasn’t where I was going. “To you, I mean. He accepts you sleeping with me, but can’t take the consequences. Instead, he ghosts you and thus lets it out on you. I think that’s quite a shitty thing to do.”

Kimberly sat up, with a bit of shock in her expression at how candid I was. “No, it's my fault. I must've ruined everything…” she drifted.

“I think you’re worth better treatment than that, you know,” I went on. “And in the grand scheme of things, how much can he really cherish you when he lets you go to another man for sex? Let his wife get what she deserves from some other guy? What kind of a husband lets his significant other lower herself to no longer be his significant? Sex in a relationship like yours should be exclusive, once it no longer is exclusive, is there really a relationship? Maybe Josh has thought the same way… And to prove my point, now he doesn’t respond anymore.” I stroked her back softly as I spoke, as I knew that was something caring partners would do. I had seen Josh do it, way back what felt like a lifetime ago.

I decided to be direct. Even more.

“If it was me, I wouldn’t be doing all the nasty things Josh is doing to you. And I certainly wouldn’t let another man share what is mine,” I concluded.

I stared at Kimberly directly in the eyes when I said that. And she smiled, though more than a little bashful. Though, I guess her smile could’ve been read in more than one way.

“We can just see how it goes,” Kimberly said quietly, looking away a moment. I had planted the seed. Let’s just see if it could be watered and fed well, nurture the little sapling…

*

Like most idiots too confident in themselves, with the utmost hubris and delusion of their own grandioseness, Toby didn’t even set a password for his desktop PC. Either assuming no one would ever enter his room and thus enter his computer, or he was plain stupider than he thought he was. But I knew now that Toby wasn’t anything close to stupid. However, once I sat down at his desk, it was no hard task to find Toby’s library of Kim content. It sickened me to see how much he had, and what he had. Right from the moment he moved in did he start his collection of Kim-content.

Images of her just sitting on her computer, sneaky photos of her in bikinis bent over, or just sitting on a sofa. She wasn’t even doing anything in a lot of these photos. Just sitting there, being my precious little wife. Fuck, she was so beautiful. I hated what Toby had done, and looking at Kim, even in these fucked up photos, reminded me of how much I loved that woman.

The extent of his predatory behavior was starting to dawn on me as I scrolled through everything. He even had photos of my sister Luna! The little fucker! I’d break his neck! But when I got this whole thing sorted. I had to stay focused. I marked the folder with Kim's photos, and the folder with a few photos of Luna, and deleted them. Emptied the trash can.

Then I found his folder marked with ‘naked’. I knew what that meant. Duh. Kim in her sleep. Kim showering. And some pictures where she was an active participant, posing around a bit. Some with captions, revealing she did it with the guise that she was doing it for me. I suppressed my anger and deleted all of them. I knew he might have a cloud somewhere too, but I’d get that one afterward.

Then came the video folder. I had saved that one for almost last. I wasn’t sure if I should delete these, as fucked as that sounds. Weird, I know. But the thing is, this was the most prominent evidence. If not for the police, then for Kim. Like I hadn’t talked to her since before any of this shit with Toby happened, and we left on good terms, but seeing how dangerous Toby was with manipulation, I had no idea what kind of mindset she was in. And some of these videos were obviously not filmed with her consent, so police could easily be involved. I trusted her and knew she was my soulmate and everything, but you couldn’t be sure of him. I looked at the videos while I was sitting there.

Fuck it. I decided to send them to myself. For some odd reason, Toby hadn’t removed me from Discord, so I just sent the files there. He had Nitro, so no problem. I downloaded the files on my phone and deleted them from the inbox, and from his computer. One at a time, just to make sure everything was gone.

Yet, I lingered for a moment over the last video that remained. I looked at it, no, I stared at it. I can’t for the life of me figure out any good reason as to why, but I clicked on it without even really wanting to. Perhaps out of morbid curiosity.

It was Toby sitting on our couch, in the lounge area. I saw the night sky and the pool, as well as the familiar lawn, indicating the camera was right next to him on the corner table. I had seen the video before, I guess. There wasn’t anything ‘special’ about it but knowing how close they were in real life, the proximity of them, while I sat down here seeing more of the same actions, enticed me to watch it play.

In the video, I saw Toby bring Kimberly to new heights of pleasure that only taboo sex could bring. Hearing her call out to him made my heart drop. Her face looked utterly wanton, flustered, and furrowed, and her cries were loud and unrestrained. There was no love in that video, none, despite how Toby taunted me about stealing Kim from me. At least not that I could decipher. But even now, I realize that it still burned a hole through my gut. It turned me on, as much as it angered me.

I deleted it. Deactivated his Discord, and removed all traces of anything linked to him from my accounts, then started the process of formatting his PC. I knew it was overkill, but I didn’t really think straight.

I now had to get hold of his phone so I could delete anything he had there. I also needed it to access his cloud. The problem was, it was upstairs with Toby, no doubt, and he was sleeping next to Kim. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted to be sure I had the complete upper hand before revealing myself. I was kinda scared I’d lose control if Kim or Toby started saying stuff to me, switching the momentum on me.

Stepping out into the hallway, I could hear that the noises from upstairs had subsided. Maybe they were asleep. I could sneak in and find his phone. Or better, I could sneak in, beat the shit out of him and then take his phone. No. I had a plan and I needed to stick to it. Toby had shown how far that could take you.

Slowly I made my way up the first set of stairs and down the hallway towards our bedroom. Still little sound. Though, peering my ears I swore I heard the gentle shuffles of a pair of duvets getting rubbed together, and some horrifying, yet cute little whimpers and moans.

But the door was shut. I wasn’t sure I could open it without making a sound. A part of me did not want to listen, but another did. As strange as that sounds, hearing how Kim had submitted made me want to give her all of me. To show her who was her husband, and what sex with her true lover was like. Her satisfaction brought my own arousal forth, I just loathed the person who Kim had between her legs. Or however, they did it. But the sounds coming through the door of her being pleasured didn’t lie.

Just as I was about to crack open the door, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. What the fuck am I doing? I was here on a mission, and now it seemed like my brain had shifted focus. Am I becoming a stalker? Pervert? I was perhaps dirty-minded, but this was a new low. Just creeping in on my wife sleeping with a guy never suspected to be a threat until recently? Was I cucking myself? I was here to rectify everything, but I could feel my own brain battling myself.

No. I was here for the phone. Once I had it, I knew the game was over. That it was game over for Toby. I would break his neck as soon as I could get a clear hold of his phone. I inched through the door.

Inside, I saw the big shadow silhouettes of the two in the bed. Soft slick sounds muffled by the duvet and by Toby who was spooning Kim from behind, churning her insides with his cock. As I watched. I saw the duvet shift from Toby’s hips and Kim meeting each thrust with a small whimper.

Paralyzed by the immediate sight of them under the bed covers fucking tenderly in my own bed, I felt my legs grow roots where I stood. I could hear Toby groan in pleasure and my wife moan softly in return. Fuck. They had just fucked, and now they were back at it. Virile and lusting as the young adults we were.

“Does- ugh, does the naughty girl wanna cum?” Toby whispered.

Kim gave an innocent nod before pushing her butt back, into his dick, and moaning a hushed, “Uh huh.”

His groans were soft as he kissed her hair and rammed her slowly from behind. This was the first time I saw it in real life, though under the covers of both blankets and darkness. And really, it was the first time I had seen my wife in the flesh for almost two weeks. And this was how I saw her.

She arched her back a bit and moaned in an oh-so-familiar way. A moan that used to be mine. The fucking ugly bastard had coaxed an orgasm out of her already, and she was now milking him of his fat goo. His thrusts turned more primal and, I presumed, stronger before the motions suddenly stopped altogether, with the chorus of them both moaning satisfied. The two of them lay panting, unmoving, as his cum spilled into Kim’s pussy, oozed out, and trickled down her inner thighs and into the mattress.

I had enough. I took his phone from the bedstand and shoved it in my pocket before I filled my furious grip with Toby’s hair, no doubt ripping several locks from his scalp. He screamed in surprise and pain as I hauled his naked body out of bed. What a pathetic sight. A big fat slug rolling onto the carpeted floor. One moment he was in heaven, now it was hell.

Kim screamed too, no doubt thinking I was some foreign intruder. It was probably confusing for her, but in a few moments, we would have it all sorted.

Toby kicked and screamed for his dear life as I dragged him from the bed. Once again he was squealing under me, only this time I had snuffed out all his cards. He stumbled to his feet as his fat ass was too heavy for me to hold him by his hair roots alone. Good, I wanted him on his feet.

“Wha- What the FUCK?” Toby yelled and he frantically swung at me, probably in pure survival mode.

I grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand up behind his back, and grunted in his ear, “Checkmate, motherfucker. I deleted everything, and I got your phone.”

I saw the shock on Toby’s face. He had expected his threats and scare tactics would be enough for me to cower, to scare me away, but nope. Overconfidence in his own abilities would be the end of his existence.

“Wh– what the f-fuck is going on?” Kim called out, bolting out of the bed and hitting the lights on. “Josh?!”

“This motherfucker has been playing games,” I grunted, fighting to hold Toby still.

“Why are you doing this?” Kim asked in despair.

It dawned on me. From her perspective, I had consented to this, then out of the blue showed up and started to rip Toby apart. I could see in her eyes that her loyalties had begun to shift, as she didn’t know the full picture yet. The realization caused me a new surge of fury and urgency. How close to the edge were we?

“He lied!” I roared. “He tricked– He blocked my phone, created some fucking app so he could mirror mine and send text messages and shit!”

“What? That sounds… I mean, I find that hard to believe,” Kim said, but with a hint of her own realization of what that might entail. But she tried to cling to what she believed to be true. “I mean… that is not true! I’ve been texting with you, and then you started ignoring me!”

“No! I-I–” I struggled to find a way to explain it. I then yanked my own phone out and handed it to Kim. “See if you can find any of our conversations the last week. And by all means, check what the shit he wrote me too.”

To my surprise, Kim didn't take the phone right away. She seemed to still have a hard time wrapping her mind around any of this. She hesitantly looked at the phone, as if trying to puzzle it together herself.

“Why didn't you just contact me in any other way? Discord, borrow a phone, anything?” Kim asked.

That was of course perfectly reasonable. Why didn't I? There was a myriad of idiotic and coincidental reasons for that, yet I didn't have the words to really stumble out a cohesive answer.

“It's hard to explain... I mean. It's complicated. The pandemic and the hotel refused to help, Toby removed me on socials,” I said in a fast ramble and I could see Kim remain confused.

“Or, he didn't like how it made him feel as he saw his wife with a better lover,” Toby said, speaking up for the first time. “He’s backpaddling from getting hooked on his wife being naughty.”

“Shut it, Toby,” Kim said.

I guess Toby too saw Kim's uncertainty and my inaptitude to calm down and actually tell her the buts and ifs. But I heard in his voice that he tried to remain calm.

Kim looked at him, then back at me.

"I'm telling you, he's a conman. He blocked my phone, and sent me all kinds of nasty stuff! Check my phone!" I urged.

Kim did look at my phone but still seemed skeptical. Fortunately, after a few moments of my heart thumping at my eardrums, she took the phone.

Kim, wrapping a robe around her, sat down on the bed, and started scrolling and searching. Her eyes went wide with shock as she read the messages, or rather the lack thereof, between me and her. And I could see how her lips quivered, seeing how Toby had relentlessly taunted me all the while. The things he had said… about stealing her… impregnating her… I could see the dawning on her, as she realized I never consented to any of this. This was all Toby’s ploy along.

She suddenly glared at him. “How DARE you!” she hissed, throwing her phone at him, landing it with a hard slap on his face, no doubt giving a bruise in due time. “You fucking prick!” she continued as she slapped his face over and over.

I held him still, as he wriggled and writhed, unable to defend himself from my wife’s furious strikes. His face quickly took a deep shade of red with angry bruises soon forming, but Kim did not restrain herself. The reality of everything, Toby’s conniving behavior, her own defiling by his toxic attraction to her, her trust and vows betrayed, she now projected immense pain and emotional turmoil onto Toby. 

All the years Kim and I had spent together, our exclusivity to one another, were defiled by Toby’s manipulation. We had played along to a certain point, but Toby went ahead and fucked everything up. Who knows how far he’d taken it if he was a bit more patient? The thought scared me a bit.

“P-please,” Toby muttered pitifully, hanging weakly from my arms hooking under his armpits.

Kim paused, if not to give him a break, then to rest herself. She slumped down on the bed, as I let Toby fall to his knees. A few silent moments filled the room as I saw Toby collect his thoughts. Probably contemplating how fucking stupid he had been. I just couldn’t decide if I should call the police on him, or just toss him the fuck out. Initially, I had thought I would kill him, but some of the fighting had calmed my adrenaline a tad bit.

“D-Don't... Don't pretend you didn't like it,” Toby finally groaned, rubbing his cheek while standing up. His words hit me like a cold wave. “We had so much fun. I... I can give you what you need.”

“I hate you,” Kim stated, staring at the man with contempt, but not really doing anything else.

“Both of you. You let it play out until… I mean, don’t pretend you’ve not been aroused by it. Me and Kimberly. The taboo. The dirty fantasy. I’ve seen how you both react when we did things before,” Toby said, gaining momentum. His tone wasn’t condescending or angry.

It was cold and matter-of-fact. I stood dead where in my roots as he spoke. I was completely blown by the gall he had. The presumption. And how right he was. Though also with an equal surge of anger at his audacity to dare reveal it. Push it, when we had the high ground. I remained speechless and unresponsive as Toby was right. Dead right. As little as I liked it, and as much as I'd never say it, he was right. Toby glanced over at Kimberly and he caught her just staring at him. It made him continue.

“The truth is… you both are kinky, sexual people, and you like sharing. And now that you feel weird about it, and you want to pin it all on me. But deep down you know the truth. You like this.”

His words burned through me, as much as they were true. Kim was silent. I was silent. Toby was just speaking. I had no idea how to respond. Was I going to get mad? Was I going to deny it? I couldn’t, he was right. Toby was just speaking the truth.

“You know I'm right,” Toby said. “And I'm sure Kimberly here knows it too. You've enjoyed this, haven't you? You've liked the way I make you feel, haven't you? How I've made you cum harder than Josh ever has, isn't that right?” Toby asked her, but she didn’t respond. He was just speaking. And I was just listening.

I felt paralyzed by the moment itself. Where did my anger go? Why did I stop? And why did I feel this all too enticing burn run through me like awildfire? Toby had touched my wife in ways and places I hadn’t. And as much as I had tried to suppress it, I was jealous of him.

“And Josh, I know you just stood downstairs listening in while I slept with your wife, with your Kimberly again,” Toby said. Kim now looked at me with wide-eyed shock. “I mean, why? If it was so terrible, you'd killed me right then and there. You were quiet. Despite my bluff about the kill switch. How long did it take you from after messing with my computer to stop me fucking Kimberly?”

I would have opened my mouth to retort but my mouth felt so dry. And my mind so numb. I couldn’t even look at Kimberly.

Toby just smiled. A smile that didn't reach his eyes. But a smile that seemed to speak more than words could.

“You heard us? I... I guess I kinda thought you just came home,” Kim said, a bit puzzled herself. “How long were you down there?”

Again, I struggled to get out an answer that wasn't a flustered mess. Toby snickered, looking at me, and then at her. I could feel the momentum of this confrontation shift.

“I... It was because he threatened to leak your videos to the internet,” I tried. “So I, ugh, wanted to get rid of the blackmail. It would be devastating to have that out on the internet, y'know, especially with the broadcasting.”

“So, you did that first? Instead of stopping us? And you could hear us? What he did to me?” Kim asked, squinting her eyes in disbelief. “The sounds? Knowing what we were doing? And does that mean… you watched… before, you watched those videos of Toby and me…” Kim trailed off, not even able to finish her sentence at how much it disgusted her.

Unless it was my perceived tentativeness that made her disgusted? I was starting to realize I really needed to talk to Kim under four eyes, just me and her, to clear everything up. Make sure we are on the same page. But before I could regain any sort of control of the situation, Toby spoke up.

“So the hypothesis is that Josh here secretly enjoys this, but hasn’t been confronted with it,” Toby said, more to Kim than me. As if it was them two correcting my stance. I saw Kim fight back to roll her eyes. But then Toby dropped the bomb. “We could put it to the test,” Toby said. I was sensing yet another card.

How was this possible? I had come in here with the upper hand here and even explained to Kim how it was. I had deleted everything, and now I had his phone and knew he had been bluffing. I had no idea what could give him one up on me. Put it to the test. Why would we? There was no reason. It was almost as if he… as if he was proposing to fuck Kim right here and now with my true consent. That was not going to happen. No fucking way.

“You want me to sleep with you, while Josh watches? You must be joking” Kim stated, staring at Toby incredulously. “No fucking way.”

“I'm not joking, and I think Josh would like it,” Toby said, grinning confidently at me.

I felt like I had led in my shoes. This wasn't fair. I somehow let myself be put in a horrible position. Kim was staring at me, wanting me to say no. And I would have loved to. To tell Toby to fuck off. I don't even know where it turned for me. But with the gall on Toby, to challenge me about fucking my wife, I felt myself glued to the floor, poisonous intrigue paralyzing my limbs.

I also had to wonder where Toby found the courage. I mean, did he have me figured out this easily? Did he swing for the fences and hit the bullseye? I had no idea. But I hated that it was the truth. I was into this. I was a part of it. I was letting it play out. And I felt my head swim as I considered Toby fucking my wife again. Right here and now, in our bed, while I watched.

"I-I..." I stuttered, unable to decide on an answer. I think I had already decided. I think I wanted this.

“In fact, on my phone, I have an app. Not the mirroring one, just a control panel for the cameras,” Toby explained, nodding up at a corner of the room behind me. By fuck, there was a small camera that blinked red that it was recording. “Why don’t we watch it? Then we could learn the truth of how bad all of this really is. If you stood there and watched, we'll know.”

“And why would I do that?” I asked coldly, yet angrily dumbfounded. Kim looked a bit unsure too.  “Let you, erh, fuck Kim again?” putting words on it hurt, but that’s what he was proposing, right?

But I knew the truth of it. I knew it was odd to be aroused by any of this, something that sickened me and made me burn with shame and humiliation, but from having watched them before… I knew I would get aroused watching it again. So why the fuck would I put myself in that position?

“It’s not like that. I’m not gonna fuck her again, not right now at least, but you could use the recording of us just now to test how much you actually like it. It already happened, and your lovely wife is right here. So you might as well use it, right?” Toby argued. I could see on his face he had to force the words out of himself.

Even the prospect of watching something so vile… and getting aroused… all in front of Kim and Toby. I felt a pit in me, yet a growing hunger. Fuck being a man, why can’t we sometimes just think with the right brain? I was ready to kill him a second ago, now he suggested we’d watch his sex tape with my wife, and my blood was rushing straight to my dick.

Did this have any upside? A single positive benefit or outcome to watch me watch their sexual adventure unfold, with a burning erection in my hand, and my wife staring at me in confusion? The answer was of course no. I couldn’t imagine a positive outcome. It was horrible. Even though the mere act of watching Kim be impaled on Toby was so strangely erotic.

Yet, here I was. Hesitant.

I glanced over at Kim. She seemed in a mix of emotions herself. Kim knew she should be horrified at the thought of it, but I could tell she wasn’t. She didn’t need any affirmation that she enjoyed sex with Toby, despite the nature of how they ended up in bed together. Then Kim looked at me, right into my eyes. Searching for answers herself, or maybe waiting for me.

“Another man, me, knows what your wife feels like. And I’m not dead yet. I think deep down you know it is true,” Toby said, filling the void and feeding us the answers.

As his words rang into the room, I felt paralyzed. I wanted to kill him, but there was no denying what he said was true. It devastated me. And it aroused me. And the surprise on Kim’s face… I felt heat rise to my face. Why wasn’t I doing anything? It was like a part of me that wanted to see how this played out, even if I knew I was the only one who could pull a stop to any of this. But that only added more shame. Kim was looking directly at me as her jaw tightened. Toby was a smart boy. I looked to be weighing his offer, and she saw I wasn't outright dismissing it.

“Oh Josh,” she muttered. “Did- Did you actually enjoy it?”

I gave the slightest, tiny little nod. Kim's breath grew quicker, and a slight tint of red flushed across her body. As I saw her process the revelation, I felt embarrassment and shame course through my body and settle on the surface of my skin. The realization of my arousal, my body betraying me, and Toby's threat and what lay behind it.

Toby turned to Kim, confident he had turned me. “Do you see how much he enjoys it, Kimberly? What do you say? Do we oblige your husband?”

A clever ploy. To let Kim have the final say.

*

I looked at my husband. Josh. He was just standing there all embarrassed and flustered. It rendered me confused. His reaction and my own mixed feelings. Toby had tricked us both, me more than anybody, and it made me feel so cheap and so fucking stupid. I made a colossal mistake by sleeping with the creep, and I could never take it back, but maybe it wasn’t as severe if Josh actually, deep down, liked it.

I mean, it’s fucked up and it happened under the wrong premises, but perhaps Toby was right. Perhaps we could make it, all of this, right? I wasn’t thrilled about him filming me without my consent, but it was already done so maybe we could use it to get some answers from Josh? I mean, perhaps it was stupid to think so, but I wasn't exactly in a perfect state of mind, and besides, I was pretty desperate.

I felt awful for even putting him in such a position. I had cheated on him, yet, perhaps due to making amends or to mend the wounds, I tried to find ways to fix it. I mean, it was already on tape, so it wasn’t like we’d have to do it again to prove anything. If Josh proved not to like it, I was more than happy, no, I was desperate to do anything in my power to regain his trust, and the trust in myself to be honest, and to make us right. I felt like such a dumb slut already, so I doubted a tape would make me feel any worse.

But when I thought Josh could actually enjoy it, then what was the harm of making a discovery like that? It didn’t mean we had to keep going with any sort of cuckoldry, but rather we could much easier lay this chapter behind us without feeling too bad about it. Maybe, like me, he’d end up enjoying the debauchery?

Maybe it could seem I had some selfish ambition in all of this, but I knew in my heart I just wanted to make it right more than anything. I wasn’t sure I saw the logic, but hey, I was thinking literally on the fly here, and honestly, my mind was still dazed by every revelation. I wasn’t sure I had the full picture yet, even. But if there was a swift conclusive way of doing this, without any more damage, I hoped that was the best course of action.

“If- if you’d be okay with it, Josh? If- if you’ll watch, maybe we can put this behind us?” I offered him. “We’ll of course delete it after?”

Josh went from beet red to pale. He looked at me with an expression I didn’t know how to read. I had no idea where his head was. I felt horrible to send him through all of this in the first place, and it wrecked me inside, but as his wife I wanted to do anything and everything for him. Even if it was an act of infidelity, or pushing the envelope on what undiscovered desires he had been suppressing. And Josh knew that too. I would literally do anything for him. That was how we got here in the first place.

“F-fine. Let’s watch the damn tape,” Josh sighed defeated.

I threw myself around his waist. I squeezed him, hugged him, and gave him a passionate kiss. It was in that moment I realized how much I had missed my big teddy bear. Our first embrace in so long.

“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear, having to go up on my toes to even reach, and then planted another long sensual kiss on his flawless lips. “If it’s too bad, let’s just deal with it. We’ll kick him out and continue our thing. I’ll never do something so stupid again. I’ll do anything to get your forgiveness.”

I knew it was unlike me to talk like that, being the tough-nosed gamer, previously shy and modest in my sexuality, and all that, but the situation warranted heartfelt truths. And Josh knew it too. He nodded, giving me a small smile. We loved each other still, despite everything. He caressed my head like only he could.

“I love you,” I told him and kissed him softly yet again.

He mumbled back, “I love you too.”

Then I laid back in bed, Josh sitting down next to me, leaning against the headboard, facing our flat screen on the opposite wall. Toby sat down to my left, while Josh was on my right. Toby then, as an act of practicality, or cruelty, leaned past me to hand Josh his phone that was hooked to the videos. Josh begrudgingly accepted the phone and flicked around to hook it to the TV. The chrome cast symbol was loading as Josh let out a heavy sigh.

I knew this was a lot for him, a giant leap if you will. It might hurt him to watch, but I also knew we were doing the right thing. There was just so much harbored in that big, ripped body of his. If just pried the right way. I didn’t think I wanted to do this to him, but his hesitance, the way he looked right now, told me this was the right call for the right answers.

“We can stop anytime you like, remember?” I told him. He took my hand, gave it a squeeze, and let go.

“Let’s just get this over with, for fucks sake,” Josh mumbled, shaking his head, rubbing his brow.

“Get comfortable,” I suggested, sliding my naked body out of my robe, giving the two men a brief look as I slithered under the duvet.

Neither Josh nor Toby joined me, though. Josh sort of laid down awkwardly next to me. To tease Josh’s mind the right way, to set the mood, I turned to kiss his cheek and put my right arm on his shoulder, my left resting on his abs, resting sideways on him. I had to admit, it was also something I had to do to prepare myself for.

“You ready?” I asked, looking at him. As I did, I could feel Toby’s hand slip under the duvet and onto my naked ass. I quietly swatted it away as the situation didn’t lend itself to extra bullshit. Josh was making miles here, so it was better to not labor him any more than necessary.

“If- If you are,” Josh responded. He luckily hadn't noticed Toby's hand at that point. I wasn't sure how he'd react if he saw that right now.

I pressed 'play', as Toby gave me the controls after finding the right moment.

The angle of the video was that of a CCTV, only instead of a mall or a parking lot, it faced our king-sized bed. Toby and I were seemingly asleep under the very same duvet I was under now. It looked like a peaceful slumber until we saw the small movements in the pelvis area from Toby's bigger form pressing into my mewling body. I had woken up with Toby's big fat cock sliding into me from behind while laying on my side, much like how I was laying now. It had been such a turn-on getting waken up like that. Just watching it now, reminded me of what had taken place a few minutes ago, I felt a flash of warmth between my thighs, despite everything.

Just thinking about what Toby could do to me was enough for my breathing to slow, my wetness to increase, and my perky nipples to harden. Seeing myself, knowing how good it felt to have him, all of him, inside me, to feel his warmth. His arms hugging my petite frame, his mouth kissing my neck and hair, his breathy moans in my ears. And the feeling of his cock thrusting into me, again and again, over and over, filling me. I squeezed my legs together as I watched the video and felt myself become more and more aroused.

The sight on the flat screen wasn't just some other people having sex. It was a copy of reality. Of how my naked, sweaty skin stuck to Toby's with every motion. Every arching of my back, the silent gasps. The interlude between every wet slap of Toby's huge balls hitting the back of my thighs while burying his dick in my pussy over and over. It was my face. Me. My moans. How Toby was giving it to me was so good.

So when I peeked a glance to my right, I could tell it was taking effect already. Josh was intently staring at the TV with a strange expression, as if in deep contemplation or utter concentration on the act being shown. It was affecting him. Fuck, it was turning me on too. Knowing he was horny at the sight of me having sex? Getting aroused by the fact he knew another man had ravished my insides and my body?

“We can still stop anytime,” I reminded him, softly planting a kiss on the shoulder I rested my head on. “What do you say, honey? Let’s call it?”

He didn’t reply, so I squeezed him tighter to cuddle him. He wrapped an arm around me and squeezed me in return, pulling me tighter. Affection. Real, unabashed affection. I took the opportunity to sneak my hand from his abs and down toward his cock. I again realized how much I had missed Josh. I always missed him, painfully so, but resting on him now, our heated talk in the back pocket, I was quickly reminded of how good and sexy my husband was. My hand wouldn’t linger for my beast of a man, so I snuck my hand down into his slacks and found his very erect cock.

“All good, baby?” I asked somewhat teasingly, realizing his excitement. Josh nodded faintly.

“Fine,” he breathed.

I kissed his jawline gently. “Just let me know,” I whispered softly.

“Uh huh,” Josh nodded.

I smiled, a light giggle escaping me before I returned to the video. Toby and I were moaning in unison at that point. Honestly, it was fucking hot to watch, if you ignored all the context. The sounds, the passion. The hidden erotic actions of two people. I could feel Josh swell as he watched.

Then I felt a shift to my left.

“Tease him,” the present Toby muttered low so Josh wouldn’t hear it over the sounds of me orgasming on his cock. I had almost forgotten Toby was even in the room. I knew Toby wanted me to play his game, to drive it home in Josh’s head, but I knew it was just as much for my husband.

“Do you like those sounds I’m making, baby?” I asked Josh as he stared at the screen, an almost tortured look on his face. I brushed his forehead. His expression had been neutral up till now, a tightly controlled facade. With a bit of quiet, we could even hear how wet I had been in the video, even muffled by the duvet covering us.

Toby on-screen now spooned me from behind, penetrating me, making me yelp in a delightful bliss. I quietly moaned alongside the Kim in the video, and I felt the wetness rush between my thighs. Fuck, was it making me horny. Watching me get fucked like this… and for Josh to see how much I enjoyed it… and him enjoying it…

Almost as if on cue, I felt real-life Toby's hand under the duvet, and me being on my side against Josh I knew he’d have such easy access to my naked pussy. I let go of Josh's cock to swat his hand away, but he managed to slip two fingers into my warm snatch. My mouth opened to reprimand him, but a little gasp of pleasure was the only noise that escaped me, instead. I had already had his fingers inside me so many times before, and would've lied had I denied needing them again.

With eyes fluttering and mouth slightly agape in pleasure and shock, I regained my grip on Josh, letting Toby just do his thing. It felt so good. Toby knew how to touch me. And Josh was too mesmerized by the video. The fact I was being touched by Toby at the same time as me on the screen, and the sounds, all of it was making me incredibly aroused.

“It's... quite hot, honestly,” Josh admitted. “You look- ah- great, hon,” he added, a subtle smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, making me weak with warmth and relief.

I gripped his shaft and ran a thumb over his mushroom crown. On the TV, Toby was ramming my soaking pussy from behind and I had begun moaning audibly and arching my back with every thrust. I felt his thick fingers deep inside of me and felt my chest rise as I fought a deep and sudden moan.

I suddenly felt Toby’s fingers curl up against my spot, and I had to stifle a yelp. Josh looked over and Toby drew his fingers away and looked up at him, but nothing else happened. The duvet covered our mischief. It made a thought cross my mind… If Josh liked what was on the video, perhaps seeing it in real life wouldn't be too bad? My mind was kinda cloudy at this point, so perhaps that was why I didn't just immediately reject the idea.

Toby grinned as Josh looked away. It seemed Josh hadn't noticed, or perhaps he let it slide. But as he looked away, the mischievous pervert slipped his fingers straight back inside me. I gasped quietly. I had to include Josh quickly to not make this all wrong, and let it spiral out of control once more, so I started slowly edge his cock with my hand. Toby did his thing under the duvet as we continued to watch the video.

That's when Josh suddenly, on the video, showed up. You could see the shadows of his giant form roam the doorway, watching Toby and me fucking in the bed. I was shocked. Surprised. This was pretty early too, which meant Josh had seen quite a bit before he got angry. It made me start to wonder if he had gotten angry out of regret more so than the act itself. It was certainly something we’d have to talk about later.

But on the video, Josh stayed where he was. Watching as Toby started plowing into me, no mercy, no restraint, pumping my brains out with a monstrous dick. Watching me become completely owned and conquered in our own marital bed right in front of him, and he hadn't reacted.

No violence, no screaming. He was just there, watching me moan like a whore on another man's cock. I wondered where the breaking point was.

“You stood there and watched?” I asked, choking back a moan. I needed to remain normal in conversation, but it was harder the more I stroked Josh and got fingered by Toby. My pulse was rushing with a boiling excitement, while my cunt was gushing. “That makes me so happy,” I teased, trying to gauge Josh's reaction.

He pulsed in my hand. Oh god, he really was into this. And not just because he felt obligated, or it was the logical thing to do. Watching the video and watching for real, it was apparent he did it out of choice. In his mind, he could have walked away, called the police, and acted all sorts of ways, but he didn't.

“Honey, you were really okay with that part? Seeing- oh god- me and him fuck like this?” I asked, trying to keep my reaction to Toby’s fingers to a minimum. I needed to know. To have complete clarity of what I saw and what Josh enjoyed.

Josh swallowed dryly, nodding slightly. “I guess. I was a bit shocked, really. Had no clue you- ah- were both gonna be doing it- ugh. In the bedroom. Like this.”

“Watching us? How- ah- didn't that disturb you? Huh? Watching some other dude fuck your wife, that didn't even bother you, baby?” I pushed some more. The notion that Josh enjoyed it made my head spin with excitement and renewed guilt. My hand glided along his shaft, leaking with anticipation.

Josh’s cock was throbbing from watching me getting plowed was plenty enough of an answer. And just as well, as I don't know how much more I could keep going with Toby pushing his fingers into me so skillfully and making it too obvious. The realization that Josh was getting turned on drove me on, but I still didn’t want any more drama than necessary.

The video, knowing how good he felt, and him fingering me so good were driving me nuts. Josh throbbing in my hand, didn't exactly help either. I knew if Josh were to take me right then, it would send me over the edge. My mind felt fuzzy at how easily these guys had me turned on.

“Shhh,” I hushed Toby, still whispering to him in secret. I could almost hear a mild scoff as he slowly stopped fingerfucking me… only to instead stroke his thumb over my clit, causing my eyes to flutter. I was so fucking horny. And so ready.

Toby knew my body too well, so instead of leaving his hand out of the equation, he slid two new fingers into me while still thumbing my clit. It was like electricity sparkled through me, as I felt my muscles tense up. Oh my fucking god, he was really edging me while Josh was here.

In the video, the three of us watched me orgasm right in front of Josh’s eyes. He didn’t do anything then, and he didn’t do anything now. So I decided to push a little further, to again see where the limit was.

“Honey,” I whimpered to Josh. “If you want to watch me cum in real life, and not just on video… Look to your left.”

“Huh?” Josh grunted, looking at Toby and me, eyes full of anger and jealousy as he saw Toby’s hand under the duvet, pulsing into me. I looked at Josh apologetically while biting my lower lip, tilting my head back, ready to cum on Toby’s fingers.

“That fucking slut wants some cock.” Toby stated the cold hard facts. Josh's cock in my hand tightened and grew. “Want me to stop?” Toby growled.

Toby was teasing him with his fingers still inside me. Josh’s facial features tensed. I looked into my husband’s eyes, wondering what he’d do, feeling them pierce my soul and caress the depths. A part of my mind felt ashamed of putting him in this situation, but his enjoyment, while tormented, was obvious. And thus my lust grew stronger. Josh was showing genuine jealousy at watching Toby, and me getting fingered by him, but didn’t do anything. He throbbed and pulsed, seeing me in such a voyeuristic fashion. I don’t think I’d ever seen Josh this turned on before.

And that’s when I came. My whole body tensed up, shuddering utterly from toe to the roots of my hair. Looking up at the pained expression of my husband as Toby fingered me sent me to the moon in no time. I gasped and shuddered, my hand squeezing Josh tightly, as I let it wash over me. Toby kept his fingers inside me and thumbed my clit furiously to send me to heights of pleasure I hadn’t ever experienced.

“God... I'm cuh-cumming,” I whimpered, totally out of breath, unable to contain myself.

I couldn't believe I was cumming in front of Josh, with Toby's fingers deep in me, while jerking him off. It was a mere miracle, or a lack of initiative on my part, that Josh didn't cum right there. He grunted and tried to meet my hand as I convulsed beside him, but alas. I came hard, soaking Toby's fingers with my juices, gasping for air, trying not to scream out loud.

I then heard Toby licked his lips, scooting himself closer to me. As I had feared, his advances weren't limited to just the fingering. His manly scent rushed into my nostrils. As his crotch came near me, his cock brushed down along the curve of my ass until it rested just underneath me, under the duvet. 

I looked Josh in the eyes. It didn't look like Josh would accept Toby being in his own territory, yet he couldn't stop himself from watching as I gasped at Toby's dickhead rubbing against my clit. I kept staring him in the eyes, afraid of what would happen, or of the conflicting signals I was giving him.

“It feels good, doesn't it, babe?” I asked him. Josh looked at me, face stiff, eyebrows furrowed. A loud breath left his mouth.

“Is it okay if he fucks me, babe?” I asked. Instead of asking if he wanted to watch me get railed, if he would be okay with watching that happen in front of him, or any other version of it, I asked if the action of him fucking me was the okay part. It wasn't necessarily the kindest question, but I would give Josh full agency in how far this would go.

He seemed conflicted, a strong gaze met mine. As if not wanting to say it, he took a second but mouthed 'yes'. I smiled and sighed happily. I held eye-contact with Josh as I felt Toby remove the tip of his cock from my clit and moved it to my slit, agonizingly lining himself up. I stared into my husband’s eyes as the cockhead of another man was poised to take my pussy.

He knew what would happen next and couldn’t escape watching me cuck him and humiliate him like this. I waited for a moment, to make sure Josh was okay, but he never gave me the indication he was done. We had started this, we had to continue it. Maybe we took this a little bit longer, but it was to understand Josh's position a bit more. 

Toby began to push and I felt his shaft disappear inside of me, while continuing to watch my husband with a soft smile. I winced a bit at Toby's sheer size, and Josh gasped as Toby's dick entered me and started decorating my insides with our mutual wetness, spreading my tightness apart, going further and further inside of me, reaching parts Josh had never experienced, showing every bit of my reaction as Josh watched. My eyes rolled in pleasure and an unexpected gasp came from me. The humiliation and pain of my unfaithfulness gave way to deep pleasure as Toby spread my pussy apart, one inch at a time. I laid there, in my marital bed, about to get fucked and cuckold my husband. In person.

A sliver of precum trailed off of Josh, all the while still looking into his eyes as his enemy conquered his kingdom, claiming the one he had no right to. Claiming a woman Josh had won. One whose heart was fully devoted and belonged to him. He had all the power in the world to stop us, but he was unable to do a single thing about it. My stomach sunk as I was put in an entirely new scenario. But the rightness of it made the guilt melt away and morph into forbidden excitement.

His silence was affirmation enough to know I had full permission.

Toby had his arms wrapped around me as he thrust his girth in and out, faster and faster. It was almost too good to handle, a feeling of ecstasy rushing over me that left me blank with lust.

“Babe... Josh, ugh, Toby's fucking me. Right now. Under the duvet right next to you,” I said, deciding to take an active role in this. “How does that make you feel?”

“Jealous. Angry,” Josh said, looking down at me. I reacted by shoving my mouth down Josh's cock. I wanted him to like it, not for my own sake, but so it wouldn't hurt so much what Toby and I had done up till now. There was no taking it back, so I wanted to make it good. So much. If I could.

But then Toby started his magic, churning his hips in the way he knew I liked it, using our couplings together as lessons to show his dominance and control over my body. I sang to his tunes, mewled and whimpered, and I had to let go of Josh's cock. Toby pistoned in and out, sending me straight into an overwhelming orgasm. After, instead of being able to focus back on Josh, Toby rolled me onto my back and entered me that way.

His strokes and his tight grasp of my hips made me lose all senses. Every moan from both me and Toby reverberated through the room, creating a thick atmosphere of lust and tension. The bed creaked loudly. It was so strange, such a terrible thing to do, and yet my body lit on fire, creating a pulsing that expanded and flooded my body. My mouth was agape in pleasure as I looked down at Toby's dick ravaging my insides, feeling his big balls slap into the soft cheeks of my ass. 

Then his hips grinded hard into me and we moaned aloud, my chest heaving with gasps and rapid breaths. As his powerful shaft drilled itself deep inside of me, stretching, pulling, and milking, my orgasm flooded through my body. I writhed with him and bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. It felt like all the weight and stress in the world lifted from me and were replaced with absolute ecstasy, every time his cock rubbed over my g-spot.

With each heavy grunt, every firm spank, and each wet slosh, my vision began to blur a little bit more. I couldn’t explain how I was even able to focus or remain aware at that point. All I knew was that the impending doom I felt slowly dissipated and was replaced with an insurmountable pressure for another orgasm.

He spread my legs apart, keeping them bent over the side of my shoulders, giving him a perfect angle to destroy me. His balls smacked into me and echoed loudly in the room, along with the squeaks of the bed. With each hit, I was sure my juices poured all over the floor and on him. He would give it to me until he was good and satisfied.

I groaned as Toby, lost in lust, railed into me, and in turn, rocked the bed beneath us. Loud creaks, squishy smacks, and moans were all I could hear and think of as his relentless cock went all the way in. Toby leaned over to kiss me, and our mouths intermingled. We sucked on each other’s tongues before finally, I pulled away. I realized how loud I was, and how nasty I had acted by making out with this brute, and I wanted to make sure everything was okay with Josh. I turned to my right and saw that he was no longer there.

“Toby wait–” I began, but Toby once again dropped his hips and rammed his cock just at that right angle that he had become too familiar with, forcing a loud whimper, and an uncontrollable burst of ecstatic pleasure from me. It felt so damn good to get dicked by Toby.

“Uh-uh. Look at me, Kimberly,” he told me, stroking a hand along my throat.

I loved his huge dick, his fat veiny shaft, and his balls, they were perfect. It was how Toby used them to fuck my pussy into oblivion that drove me nuts. Josh didn’t compare, not even close. Perhaps that was why he left? It made me feel horrible, but all it took from Toby was a slight shift of my body or a tilt of his hips for me to completely lose it. His length never ceased to fill me completely, his stamina relentless, and seemingly endless, and his aggression at every step. He had never disappointed me once, no matter how hard or fast he gave it to me. That was what got me here in the first place.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

As I obeyed, his cock pulsed before spewing ropes of thick, juicy, hot semen directly into the back of my throat. I sputtered and couched at the overwhelming sensation, his potent virile cum dripped down from my open mouth, making me essentially drool his cum. He laughed as he continued pumping shot after shot into my mouth, before pulling away and splattering the rest across my face. That laughter… It would haunt me for quite some time after.

“Whoo…” Toby groaned, stretching.

I had just cum, and so had he, but the raging hunger wasn’t satisfied. Both he and I needed more. He rolled me onto my front, flat on my stomach.

“Ready for me?” he asked, an already clear answer to come from me.

“Go hard,” was my response.

So, his monster cock dove right back inside and he pushed against that certain spot.

“Ohhhh!” I squealed as he hit the jackpot. “You’re so fantastic, Toby! Jesus! FUCK! Baby, ugh, yes!”

Over and over, Toby thrust and shook my whole body with a crazed energy that made me claw at the sheet with my hands. His fat nutsack hung low between us, and the slapping sounds of our bodies making glorious contact filled the entire room. I wailed like a wanton harlot, begging the monster of a cock for its warm load to finish me.

“Where do you want it?” Toby hissed. “On your face? Or in your mouth again? Your ass?”

“Wherever you, ugh, want,” I panted in response.

Toby rammed deeper inside, the ferocious assault pushing against my womb before releasing his seed. Toby pumped his load as deep as he could get it, roaring as he emptied his balls straight into my pussy. He leaned down and hugged my entire body to his own as he kept going.

“There’s... so... much,” I gasped and moaned. “Oh god, I can feel it filling me up. I can feel the pressure!”

Toby grabbed the root of his thick cock and pulled out. In its absence, his seed spilled and oozed down between my thighs, soaking into the mattress. As Toby recovered, sitting on his feet, I noticed once again Josh was not around. I hadn’t noticed when he had left, and now it was welling up within me to find him.

*

That’s when my brain kinda resurfaced. Toby didn’t seem fazed, probably because he didn’t give a shit about Josh, but I quickly sat up in the bed. It was surreal to start looking for husband, after having been loaded up with another man’s cum.

“Where’d he go?” I asked. Toby didn’t care. In his mind, he’d won.

I slid out of the bed and found my robe on the floor. I didn't want to be naked anymore. The shame of what I had done was starting to build up, and I just wanted to find my husband. But then rapid steps from the stairs down the hallway told me that Josh was on his way back. And fast. By how he marched down the hallway towards our bedroom, I could hear it before I saw it.

The door flew up and Josh rushed in with a baseball bat in his hand. Toby bolted out of bed, holding up his hands, but Josh swung hard to Toby's gut, and with a thick thump, Toby was folded in half and fell onto the bed. I stood there, frozen, seeing the rage in my husband's eyes. This time it wasn't jealousy, this was pure anger.

“Josh, no!” I yelled, almost in reflex. 

I then stopped myself. I was wrong. So wrong. This was a mistake, and I saw that now. Josh was perhaps aroused by it, but it was obviously a mistake to let it unfold how it did. I watched as Josh lifted the bat over his head, ready to swing.

But Josh was completely deaf to my regretful plea for mercy as he took another swing at Toby. “You son of a bitch!”

Toby cried out as the bat struck his hand. Toby then rolled out of bed, away from Josh and got to his feet. He didn't have any clever words. He had no more cards up his sleeve. Instead, he caught the bat on his wrist again, but he managed to grab it and yank it from Josh. It didn't matter, Josh grabbed Toby by the arm and pulled him into a sleeper hold.

Toby wailed desperately with his hands, but Josh was simply too strong, too big, and had a lifetime of experience of keeping way better fighters than Toby still. So Toby's wails slowed, became labored until they faded completely away. I knew that he passed out, but if Josh didn't let up on his chokehold that he would eventually kill Toby.

“Baby!” I shouted, and ran to them, trying to pry Josh's arms off of Toby, worrying what was next. “Babe, he's passed out! Let go of him! Please!”

With an annoyed grunt, Josh let go of Toby, then stood over him. I wondered what he was thinking, there he stood. I also realized he was never going to kill Toby, but you never know.

“Babe,” I said, way softer.

“Fuck,” Josh muttered, standing up, leaving Toby slumped over on our bedroom floor.

And like that, Josh fled the scene, heading out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. I of course followed him, ignoring that I only had a small robe on me. Modesty wasn't on my mind as I hurried after him.

A few moments later, by the pool area, I found him. Or the shell of him. The remnants of what I had done to him. He stood there on the edge of the pool, staring into the water with a blank expression, the lights lighting up his handsome face. Today was such a rollercoaster for the both of us and despite how good I had felt a few moments ago, I knew I had hurt him. Physically I had been satisfied, but my emotions right now were another story.

Seeing the confusion and the pain on his face forced a single stream of tears down my cheek, as I could barely take the odd mix of emotions within me.

“Josh?” I muttered, approaching him, robe wrapped around me for some ludicrous attempt at decency.

I had tried washing away Toby’s foul play, my mistake in being so fucking stupid, but I couldn’t help but feel I had made it worse. 

He was silent, but I didn’t push him. I had done enough already. Pushed enough.

So we just stood there. The water glistened, the smell of chlorine filled the air, and the night sky was dark. I wondered what he was thinking, but I was determined for him to speak first. I owed him that much. I owed him everything, honestly. We never fought, we never even argued. I didn't know what to expect. Our relationship was such an upward trajectory it perhaps had blinded us, or me, to the consequences of my actions.

The worst part was, it wasn’t even a fight, a dispute, or a disagreement. Josh was just quiet. The worst. It wasn’t like him. And it was killing me inside.

After a few minutes, maybe ten or so, he finally broke the silence.

“Do you love him?” Josh asked, still looking out over the water.

“No,” I immediately replied. “Never. Just him fucking me. The- the act.”

Josh’s eyes looked glassy. It was breaking me.

“Do you still love me?”

“So much. Yes,” I said, almost in a whisper.

Josh smiled faintly, looking up at me for a split second. Then a bit of silence as he collected his thoughts. I stood like a stuck driver on the train tracks, waiting for the impending collision. He let out a heavy sigh.

“I think that is why… it… turns me on so much. But also hurts me. Seeing you with him. Because you look like you are enjoying it. So much. You looked like you were having the time of your life in there, and it killed me to watch you enjoy it so much. With him. I don’t know. Perhaps in another world, in some alternate reality, maybe it could all have worked… but it is all tainted now.”

He sighed heavily again. I stood frozen, feeling the ice-cold air prick my skin, trying to absorb his words. They hit me hard, but I waited.

“I just wish you could see yourself, y’know, real life,” he continued. “It’s like you’re a different person. And that scares me. I don’t know what happened. Then I went to... I don't know, to collect myself and… I saw the bat and got so angry. And I didn’t want to lose to him a third time. Lose control. This... thing… It's like this thing I can't help, but that is so self-destructive.”

He finally looked me in the eyes. They were so beautiful and full of emotion, yet so cold and distant. It made my stomach sink.

“What do you want, Kim?” he asked. “This... can’t keep happening. It’s tearing me apart. In the moment, caught up in everything, I get aroused, but I don’t think I can do this again. This just isn’t me. It’s too much.”

“I’ll never do it again,” I said immediately. And I meant it. “I never would’ve done it if it wasn’t for… you know… the phone thing. Fuck, I have been so stupid. I can't get over how stupid I’ve been!”

“I know I am part to blame. We played with fire, allowing a bit here and there, playing around, but then we… fucked it all up,” Josh confessed, slumping down on one of the sun loungers.

“I can never take it back, and I’ll hate myself forever for it,” I admitted, seeking repentance rather than anything. “And it was a mistake pushing it today like I did. Or Toby. I don’t even know anymore. Fuck, I haven’t even had a minute to process everything that has happened since you left.”

A long pause.

“He wanted to split us up,” Josh muttered, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “He wants you for himself…”

The amount of pain I felt from just imagining a world where Josh didn't love me, where I didn't love him, was immense. I had seen the texts, but there was still so much to decipher. But in hindsight, Josh was probably right. In the moments, I took it as dirty talk, but I guess it wasn't.

I shook my head. “Toby’s just a pervert, and we fell for his bullshit,” I said, sounding almost pleadful.

The pause and silence followed by Josh had me worried, however.

“Do you want him, though?”

“What?!” I asked, shocked and disgusted. “Fuck no! That motherfucker is fucking dead to me!  You’re all I need, honey,” I assured him, taking a step closer to Josh. He didn’t move. Not away from me, but not towards either. But I couldn’t restrain myself anymore. I had to know. “Josh… are we good?”

Josh finally snapped out of this contemplative state he was in and looked up at me with utter shock on his face. Even as he hadn’t replied yet, his instant reaction told me plenty.

“Of course, Kim!” he said, standing up and holding my arms. “I will always love you. No matter what. What we did, what we should’ve done, that is in the past now.”

I nodded, tears forming in my eyes. I was never one to cry, but everything just welled up in me as Josh gave me his assurance. He pulled me into a hug and we stayed there for a while, him rubbing my back, and me sniffling. Was it from being happy that Josh was still mine, and me his? Or due to the anger I felt toward Toby for having exploited our predilection for being slightly more devious than some? I guess it was a mixture of many emotions that made my tears trickle down my cheek, as an outburst of too many emotions at the same time.

“It was a bad idea. A horrible idea,” Josh muttered. “It’s like alcohol. It can taste good, but too much can fuck you up. Playing around and having fun… well, I think there was too much ‘fun’… If you can even call it that.”

“So can we move past it? You think?” I asked daringly.

“Well, I still want you to be my wife. This is something that can never be taken back, so we’ll have to figure out how to move past it,” Josh said, in his growing maturity. He took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes smiling. “But first, I have to kill him.”

I chuckled and slapped his big manly chest.

He smiled and pulled me back in for a hug. It felt so good to have him near me, the warmth, the protection, and his embrace. I never wanted him to leave, but at the same time, I knew things were going to be different. I had to make this right. I just had to figure out how. Sleeping with other men was probably not the way to do it, judging by how the night had unfolded.

“Let's go find him,” Josh said as if he was looking for whoever ran off with the last set of 100 lbs dumbbells.

Josh was one of the strongest people I knew, and from how he had rag-dolled Toby before, so if Josh wanted to throw him into the pool or worse, there wasn’t much I or anyone else could do. Not that I’d object. I'd dig the hole, if it came to it.

So, we went in search of him.

We went from the living room to the kitchen, the guest bathroom, and even the front and backyard. Our bedroom, every bathroom, guest room, and through every floor. He wasn’t anywhere. We didn’t find him. It was almost like he had vanished. I guess perhaps he had read the writing on the wall and fucked off. Probably for the better. I doubted Josh actually would’ve killed him, but it would be nice to have some sort of conclusive end to Toby. Either Josh fucking him up, or at least tossing him out on his ass.

But no, Toby was nowhere to be found. Toby was gone…

*

It had been two months since the incident. Josh and I had talked, and talked, and talked. And talked. About boundaries, about our marriage, and most importantly, about ourselves. Why we did the things we did.

And the conclusion was that, well, we were both kind of young and stupid. And perhaps a little too willing to play around and have some fun.

I like to think that our marriage was stronger than ever, but that didn’t mean we weren't still stupid. We had agreed, however, that we wouldn’t do the whole cuckold thing, as it was so botched this first time around. Though I have to admit, I didn't really see Josh as a cuck in that sense, as I had, to my big regret, merely cheated without his consent. We would have to work past it, and find a way, but we were both determined to do so.

As for the rest, the more devious part of our marriage, well, we decided to keep exploring that, but only when we were both in the mood. And not on a whim, and certainly not over a single text or an uninhibited decision. Everything had to be perfectly communicated between us, especially for Josh, as he was honestly the true victim in all of this. 

We’d just have to see where the road takes us, and see where it ends. I certainly had some perspectives on how to make things right, truly right, and fun, but that’s a story for another day and another time. Perhaps it was time for another party to alleviate some stress. Something fun, something less sinister. Who knows. We will just have to see.

All I know is, with great relief, this was not the end for Josh and me.

*

Thanks for reading. I understand that a lot won’t like the continuation, and that’s perfectly fine. Thanks to anyone who has enjoyed this first ‘season’ of TNT, where the second will go under the name of “A Young Couple’s Journey”

I might make a small alternate timeline from part 6, but it is not a priority. I kinda sketched out a part already, but I'm not sure if it is of a decent caliber.