Cuckold Consequences - Ch. 03

Tom didn't come home.

Julie waited up late into the night, her phone gripped tightly waiting for something, anything. When it became clear near midnight that Tom wasn't going to answer his phone and wasn't going to be coming back, she opened the Find My Phone app and searched out her husband's location.

He was at a hotel downtown.

A hotel.

This had made Julie sit down slowly on the couch, staring at the little icon on the map screen. Why would he be at a hotel? She thought about it so long and hard while biting her lip that it started to bleed. Finally she got the courage and called the hotel, asking if a, Tom Merrick was staying there. She wasn't really sure if hotels were allowed to give that information out, but either they were or the front desk receptionist didn't care.

"Yes. He's in room 302. Would you like me to ring his room?"

"Yes, please." She hoped her voice didn't sound strangled. The phone rang on the other end for a minute and each tone that came through the line sent a jolt through Julie's bones. Finally, the phone was picked up.

"H... hel... hello?" It was a female voice. Groggy. Disoriented.

Julie didn't say anything. Her breath stopped. Her heart skipped.

"Is someone there?" The voice grumbled.

She let the phone drop from her ear and pressed the End Call button.

Tom was in a hotel with another woman. But... but why? A chill ran through Julie's stomach. Her eyes suddenly felt hot and tears were dripping down her cheeks. What the fuck was going on?

-- --

My head was throbbing. "Fuck..." I muttered, sitting up in a bed that was way too soft to be mine. The room was blurry as I rubbed my eyes, trying to rid it of the crusty eye boogers that had made their home in the corners of my vision.

I was in a hotel room.

Okay. That's not too surprising. I wasn't about to go home right now. Facing Julie was... it was too much. My brain was revolting against my dick. It would be too easy to slip back to the life that I'd found myself in, and I didn't want it. I had to build up a resistance. I needed to figure out what I wanted to do and how I could do it. And what even IT was.

I let myself fall back onto the bed, which wasn't a great idea because it made my head bounce and my blazing headache worse. It was then I realized... I was naked. There were marks on my chest. I smelled like stale sweat and something else.

"You okay?"

The voice made me jolt up, despite the pain in my brain. My eyes latched onto the bathroom door that was now open and Scary Carrie was standing there drying her hair with a fluffy white towel. Besides the towel... she was naked.

My eyes flowed over her body like the droplets escaping from her hair as she rubbed the towel over her head. Her breasts were perky, the size of a melon with large dark nipples. She had a pear-shaped figure, slimming down along her waist and then flaring out with lovely hips. A light trail of auburn hair led the eyes to her plump lipped vagina. Her thighs were strong and slightly thick. A rush of blood went down south and I grabbed the tangled bedsheets to cover my emerging morning erection.

Carrie stared at me with her eyebrow raised, completely unembarrassed about being buck ass naked in front of her married coworker.

"I... uh... um..." I stammered like I was some pimply faced boy at the homecoming dance.

She cracked a smile. "Geez, you must have really been wasted last night if you're looking at me like you've never seen me naked. You got a pretty good look last night." She turned with a laugh, her magnificent ass jiggling as she went back into the bathroom for a second, coming back out with another towel, drying off her back.

I watched her. Unable to look away for a plethora of reasons. One, she was hot. I'd always known Carrie was good looking, but she'd been hiding some of her assets, it seemed. Second, she was so casual about this. Why? Third... Why in the world was I in a hotel room with Scary Carrie?

Too many questions and my brain was moving too slow. What happened last night? I shut my eyes trying to think through what happened after we left the office. We went to The Glass Half Full, a bar in downtown that was a hotspot for after work hangouts and networking with clients. Their drinks were decent if a little overpriced, but the atmosphere was friendly and clean, which was saying a lot compared with other bars downtown.

I massaged my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to push the pain in my skull away so I could remember...

-- --

Me and Carrie were at the bar. Doing shots. Three in and I was already feeling a heavy buzz. I hadn't eaten much and mixing an empty stomach with booze made for bad choices. Like opening my mouth too much and talking.

Oh, shit, did I tell Carrie about...

No... no. I didn't. A little relief flooded through me, but the night came back, drifting up through the murky haze of my memory that was tinted with alcohol and frustration.

"Seriously?" Carrie had stared at me, leaning close as we sat at the bar after slamming down our fourth shot.

I was nodding as I twirled the shot glass around on the bar before the bartender came over and snatched it so I couldn't break it. "Yep." I muttered. My words were a little sluggish. "Over a month."

"Fuck that!" Carrie groaned. "I don't think I could go a full week without getting fucked." She grabbed a plastic stirrer from a glass behind the counter and stuck it in her mouth, chewing it like some country bumpkin might chew on a stalk of wheat.

I groaned and put my forehead against my arms on the bar. "It's fucking torture. I mean, you know I can do things myself, but it's not the same." It didn't even occur to me that talking so openly about my sex life, or lack thereof, wasn't a good idea. Especially with a coworker.

Carrie patted my back. "I get it. Dildos and vibes are nice, but no substitute for a good cock." She twirled the end of the stirrer around her finger.

"Are we gonna have to have a talk with HR tomorrow? Is this sexual harassment?" I lifted my head and put my cheek in my hand, giving Carrie a goofy grin.

She rolled her eyes. "Off the clock Tommy Boy. We can talk about anything we want. Sex is a part of life. And if you're not getting any, 'specially when you're married, then that's something that's gonna be a big deal."

I nodded and sighed, then put my face in my hands. "I hate to say it. It's such a guy thing. But I'm fucking horny, Carrie. Think it's fogging up my brain. Work feels like I'm trying to wade through molasses."

Carrie looked away towards the mirror behind the bar, lined with all the various bottles of alcohol, specials written in colorful markers on the mirror and polaroids of customers and a few that were circled in red, a note saying Do Not Serve written in red lipstick. "Can't you go home? I mean, is something wrong or..." As buzzed as Carrie seemed, she wasn't clueless.

"Something like that. We are..." I tried to think of the best way to say, I've been replaced in my marriage by a fat, big dicked, bastard and it's all my fault. I lost control. I allowed my wife to slip away and give into pure unadulterated sexual pleasure and convinced her I was okay with it. Convinced myself that I was okay with it. But thanks to some sort of stupid God sent epiphany, I realize that as fun and erotic as all of this has been... I just want my wife back. I want my marriage. I want what I had that I didn't realize was perfect until it was dragged through the mud. Now I'm trying to pull myself out of the mud pit and clean myself off, but I don't know how. I don't know if there's a hose strong enough to wash it all away.

"We are taking a break." I finally muttered and sat up, giving my cheeks some sharp slaps to help me sober up.

"Hmmm." was all Carrie said and then waved to the bartender for another shot.

Like the flowing alcohol, the night from there shifted and rippled. It was a blur of drinking, laughing, and then leaving the bar. I needed to find a hotel and though we weren't wasted or even really drunk, we certainly weren't safe to drive. Carrie asked if she could come with me, crash on the extra bed. Seemed like a reasonable idea. And having company instead of going and wallowing in a hotel room all alone seemed like a lot better choice.

Okay, so Carrie came with me. Fair enough. Drinking and driving was a stupid idea, so getting a place to crash was sensible. Though she could have called an Uber or something. But why waste the money, seemed to be her reasoning.

Okay. Okay. She just came to crash in the room with me. And she was naked because she took a shower. Okay. That wasn't such a big deal. And the fact she was so free with her body and unembarrassed wasn't something I could hold against her. Some people were just more comfortable with their bodies than others. Obviously, I wasn't one of them. Before all of this mess with Devon, I never even changed in a locker room in front of other men. Not exactly because of embarrassment, it was more of a feeling like they were judging me. The watchful eyes of the judgemental.

It'd taken several times of watching Julie fuck and get fucked by Devon before I finally pulled my cock out and masturbated. That had been somewhat of a revelation. But instead of being liberating, it had been humiliating. It should have felt good. It should have been freeing and exciting. Instead, I'd felt dirty and worthless and neglected.

All those feelings and then some were being tossed around inside me like a dryer set on max spin.

We stumbled into the hotel room. I remember that. The cliche drunks, laughing at nothing and everything.

"You must be pent up like a motherfucker." Carrier laughed, tossing herself onto her back on the bed.

"Not a motherfucker." I grunted, scrubbing my hands through my hair. "Maybe a Carrie fucker?" I grinned stupidly as the room tilted and I stumbled a bit, grabbing hold of the dresser for stability.

Carrie propped herself onto her elbows looking at me with slightly glazed eyes and a grin. "Sure."

Before I could even ask what she was saying 'sure' to, she was unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling them down to reveal a pair of dark leopard print, seamless cheeky panties. She kicked the pants off, tumbling back on the bed for a second. Her legs popped up like she was a weeble wobble, exposing her jiggly ass, before rolling over and scrambling to get on her knees and turning back to me. Her sweater was up around her head, showing off her matching bra before she paused. "Mind helping?"

I was standing dumbstruck. But then I moved and helped her pull her sweater off, tossing it to the floor.

"There. Well? Do you need help or something?" She asked, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

"Carrie... I... I was kidding. And we're drunk." I started to protest.

"Oh, fuck off." She laughed. "I'm of sound mind, Tom. I'm buzzed, sure, but neither of us is so out of it we don't know what we're doing." Her bra loosened, and she slipped it off fast and tossed it to land with her sweater.

Her breasts were fantastic. Soft and perky, with large nipples that were already hard. She brushed back some strands of white hair from her face before tying her short bob into a ponytail.

"I... but..." I stammered.

"Chill Tom. It's just sex. You said you and your wife were on a break. And you haven't fucked in over a month. Let me give you a little charity." She winked and shuffled forward on her knees to the edge of the bed and pulled me towards her by my belt loop. "Come on, let's get these off. I'd be lying if I said I didn't wonder what you were packing sometimes."

Before I knew it, any resistance or objections I had were thrown out. Why shouldn't I have a little fun? Julie went around fucking Devon and anyone that he wanted her to. I'd seen her in threesomes. With women. Doing things that she never told me about. That she kept from me, but Devon rubbed in my face. She'd do it for him, but not for me. I wasn't special enough. It was unfair. Even if this was my fault, Julie had dove in head first now. She was in the deep and she didn't want to swim back to the surface. I may have started it, but she kept it going.

Carrie pulled my pants down along with my boxers, my slightly flaccid cock bouncing free. "Oh fuck, that's nice!" She grinned and grabbed hold of me.

My gasp made her jump, and she let go, looking up at me like maybe she'd hurt me.

I blushed. "S... sorry, like I said. It's been a while. I... no one has touched me..."

"Oh wow. Well, let's change that." She took me back into her soft hand and leaned forward, giving my tip a warm, wet kiss.

"Oh, fuck." I moaned and almost immediately pre cum was leaking out, sticking to my coworkers lips and leaving a long shimmering string between us as she moved back.

"Fuck Tom, your cock is really nice." Carrie started stroking me. I was smooth. I often kept it shaved because my pubic hair chafed and itched all the time. Plus, it made it look a little bigger. So I had that going for me, which was nice.

I knew I wasn't overly large. Nothing to write home about. But I was a respectable seven inches, not that I'd measured, and slightly curved with a thick head. Nothing like the mammoth thing that Devon had swinging around. Before, I would have believed Carrie that I had a nice penis. Now I felt like she was just being nice. But, considering my current situation... I'd take it. Even if I didn't deserve it.

She continued stroking, smiling and looking at my cock in her hand, moving back in to kiss along the head and lick around the mushroom rim, making me groan. "Like that, huh?" She giggled and pressed her lips to my tip and slowly let her lips open, sliding along the head and swallowing it into her warm mouth.

"Oh, fucking shit!" I groaned and reached down, grabbing her little ponytail. "Fuck Carrie. Are you really sure..."

My cock popped out of her mouth and she looked up at me, stroking and giving me a playful glare. "Tom, shut up and let me blow you." With that, she went back and took my head and another inch into her mouth.

I took her advice and shut up. Her hand moved up and down my smooth shaft and her mouth followed, tongue lapping along the underside of my cock as she swallowed, then dragging it as she moved up. Carrie grabbed my balls and fondled them, fingers pressing against my taint as she did.

"Shhhhhiiiit." I moaned. The sensation was intense. I hadn't had sex in so long. I hadn't realized I was so used to my hand. A woman's mouth and grip were a completely different universe. I kept hold of her hair, gently guiding her up and down as she swallowed more and more.

Finally, she took it all. Pressing her nose to my waist and breathing heavily through her nostrils.

"Oh god fuckfuck." I gasped, looking down at her as she deep throated me, moving her head back and forth and gargling against my cock before pulling off and gasping. Spit dripped down her chin and strings fell from her lips and my dick.

"Your cock is the perfect size!" She chuckled, wiping her chin and looking up at me with a pleased grin. "Why in the world would your wife not want it?"

The question itched at me. It sent an icy feeling down my spin and made my jaw clench. She didn't want it because someone had stolen her from me. Didn't want it because he was bigger. Better. More dominant. Whatever the reason, she'd sidelined me and it was fucking infuriating. The shots had done a number on the wall I'd built around my feelings. Poked holes in it and now my pent up anger and frustration was leaking out. Add to that my cock was painfully hard, my balls as blue as cue balls, and this woman in front of me was saying my cock was perfect and nice and more than willing to take it.

I gripped her hair, staring into her eyes with my anger seeping through, and brought her back to my cock. She met my gaze and didn't flinch. Maybe she saw my anger. Maybe she saw my need. Or... maybe she was just as horny as I was. She didn't resist. Her mouth opened and she let me push her down all the way, slow and steady, till she was groaning around my cock. She let me move her back and forth.

Glug gluk glluuglgllkk. Every time she moved up and down, lightly gagging, spit dripped down her lips and chin and onto her tits and nipples. It slid down my shaft and balls and thighs as I rhythmically fucked her mouth. Not one sign of protest or signal that she needed to stop or to breathe. Carrie was a pro.

She sucked me for as long as I made her. My buzz was wearing off as my arousal took control.

Finally, I pulled her off and let her go. Carrie fell back on the bed gasping, her face glistening with spit and saliva, dripping all over her chest. My cock was dripping, slick and lubed up and so red and pulsing, I thought I might faint from the lack of blood in my brain.

Breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, Carrie looked up at me. "Well?"

I stood at the end of the bed, trying to not fall over. "Well, what?"

She reached down and pressed a finger to her pussy, a dark spot of wetness appearing through her panties as she moved the finger up and down. "Gonna help me?"

I let myself fall forward and crawl onto the bed, thankful that being on my hands and knees took away the tilting feeling I was getting while standing. Carrie fell back again, laying with her arms over her head, her breasts laying flat against her as she breathed, jiggling slightly with every inhale. I moved between her legs, my cock bouncing and throbbing.

My hands fumbled with her panties, somehow not able to figure out how they worked. Carrie reached down without a word and wiggled out of them. After a minute, we had them off and they vanished somewhere in the room behind me. I moved, aiming my bare cock towards her lips, plump and warm. As eager as I was, my mind was clear enough to know I should enjoy this.

I let my head slip between her lips, gliding slowly, finding her clit and circling it with my opening, leaking pre cum over it.

Carrie was panting, sucking in hissing breaths through her teeth as I moved my cock along her slit. It never occurred to me to get a condom. Maybe somewhere in the back of my brain it tried to call to me, but my buzzed and bloodless brain wasn't listening. Carrie didn't say anything either. So, when I finally nestled my tip into her opening, feeling the heat and moisture like a burning cave on fire, I just pushed in.

"OH... OH fucking god!" she gasped, her thighs trembling and opening wider as I guided my cock inside. My head vanished. Her lips squeezed around the rim.

"Carrie... holy fuckmmmm." I groaned with animal intent and continued pushing. The ridges inside were warm. Muscles clenched. She was a boiling cauldron inside and I was stirring the pot. My hands took her hips, gripping hard to gain better leverage and pushed deeper.

"Ohmyffffffuuuuckkkk." She groaned louder, so loud I was sure the other guests could hear through the walls on either side of our room. "Yes! Oh, shit, yes fucking yes, you're so good. Oh, my god right there. Stop! Stop! THERE!" She reached down, pressing a palm to my stomach. I was half inside her and the curve of my cock was rubbing against the gathering of nerves inside her.

I held still, flexing my cock inside her so my head rubbed that sensitive again and again..

"Fuck. Fuck. Geez Tom! HOLY SHIT!" She kept her hand on my chest, holding me at bay for a moment as she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, a tremor running through her body. "O... okay... rub... back and forth, just there!"

I listened and moved out just a little, then back in the same amount. Gliding along her g-spot, making her hand turn into a claw, nails biting into my skin.

Huh. So that's where those marks on my chest were from.

I moved like that until Carrie finally fell back with a deep, wanting groan. "Fuckme! Fuck me Tom! God just fuck me!"

I thrust inside hard and firm and she arched back, crying out, her tits bouncing. I quickly grabbed them and started pounding faster, squeezing her tits as hard as I dared, making her writhe and gasp with bottomless pleasure. Our skin slapped. My balls smacked against her ass as we fucked with relentless abandon. Carrie's pussy was tight and so fucking warm. It'd been so long since I'd felt Julie, felt the inside of her around me, I'd practically forgotten what it was like. But I was sure it hadn't felt like this. Never like this. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

I didn't care. What I did care about was how good it felt. Not just the pleasure, but the slow releasing of my anger and frustration. It was seeping out through my pours as I fucked my coworker. It was being breathed out through my grunts and groans.

I started ramming harder, making Carrie's entire body jump and her voice strangle out a cry of rapture.

The feelings in me bubbled over, urging me on. I pulled out of Carrie and flipped her over, pushing my hand against her upper back so she stuck her ass up in the air and her head pressed to the bed. She didn't resist. Her body was flush with sweat and heat.

Her ass up, round and beautifully bouncy, I slapped it so hard a red mark appeared as she cried out. I did it again. Another cry of satisfaction.

My cock was rock hard and messy with her wetness. I pulled open her cheeks, spying her asshole and pussy, slightly open and dripping with desire. My head was spinning, but not from the shots. Everything about Carrie was intoxicating. I could smell her sweat, her musk, her arousal, the alcohol from her breath, a light scent of shampoo that I couldn't put a name to. Her body was soft but firm in that healthy way of a well-maintained body. Skin fair and slick with perspiration.

Carrie reeked of sex. It was coming off her like a heat mirage from the asphalt. Julie was never like this with me. Our sex, though satisfying, hadn't been very adventurous. And I'd never seen Julie in this position, at least not with me. Carrie was offering herself up to me. Exposing herself in a way my wife refused to do with me.

I moved my hand along her back to the nape of her neck and took hold of it. Her back arched as I did, her ass pushing up more. I slapped her left cheek, then right. She whimpered in pain, but pleasure, too.

My eyes moved all over her. Drinking her in. Swallowing her like I did those shots from the bar. I wanted to fucking own this woman. I'd been deprived of my own wife. She'd been used in front of me over and over. I'd been made to feel worthless and less than and inadequate. But Carrie was giving herself to me. No resistance.

Maybe it was our buzzed state. Tomorrow could be a very bad day, waking up to what we'd done. She might report me to HR. Or press charges. Or... or... or...

Carrie looked back at me, her face still pushed into the sheets. "Do it." She whispered huskily. "Fucking own me." Her words came out as a needy growl. She'd read my mind, or maybe just my body language. Or, it was what she wanted and she was just telling me. Simple as that.

I didn't need to hear more. I got out of my head fast, moving my hands to her ass and spreading her wide and diving in. My mouth found her sweaty asshole, and I pressed my tongue hard against the ring and invaded. Julie never let me touch her asshole. She'd always push me away or laughed me off. But I'd seen her get ruined analy by Devon. Another thing that was taken from me. But Carrie was wide open. No pushing me away. No saying it was gross. Carrie's ass was on the table, and I was going to take it.

"OHFUCK! WHATTHESHITFUCKOHGOD!" Carrie cried into the sheets, biting at them and gasping as I licked and probed her asshole. Giving her cheeks hard slaps, making her muscles tense. "Yesyesfuckingfucck yes."

After a minute, I moved back, making her gasp with want. But that didn't last long. I got to my feet, squatting behind her, holding her ass, and firmly pressed the head of my slick cock against her asshole.

Biting her lip, Carrie looked back at me with her one visible eye, red with desire and tears. There was no hint she wanted me to stop. Every indication was that she wanted me to continue.

With a low grunt, I pushed my cock against her anal ring. It resisted at first and Carrie whimpered like a puppy, but I didn't stop. I added pressure, and her asshole opened. Swallowing me with its tight grip. "FFFFMMMMFMFFMFM." I groaned unintelligibly.

"Ohhh God fuck! Oh fuckingfuckingfuuuuuuck!" she cried, her body shaking with the sobs of pain and ecstasy.

I pushed deeper. Deeper. She was offering, and I was taking. I held her ass tight and drilled down slowly and steadily until I was completely inside her ass. Carrie didn't have words anymore, just mutterings and gasps that sounded like they might be words, but wouldn't come together properly.

It took concentration. Her ass was so tight. But I moved in and out. Thrusting into the tight back door of my coworker. Her asshole squeezed tight and puckered and dragged along my shaft. It began loosening up, allowing me to move more fluidly and faster. I was squatting behind her and my thighs were burning with the strain, but I didn't care. Fuck feeling pain or fatigue. I was doing this. I wasn't going to be denied anymore. I wasn't going to be pushed off. And unless Carrie told me to stop, then I was going to do anything and everything.

We groaned together as I fucked her ass diligently for several long minutes. It was intense and so fucking tight. But Carrie took it eagerly and willingly. As much as I loved the feeling, I wanted to feel her pussy again. To feel that wet warmth of a woman's tunnel.

I pulled out of her asshole, seeing it gape slightly as I popped out and admired the sight, knowing that I'd done it. It was me. Not Devon. Not someone else I was watching. ME.

Pushing away the narcissism that I felt burning in my chest, I gave her ass a slap and repositioned, aiming my cock to her slit. A few slow rubs were all I could tolerate before pushing my cock back inside her pussy. I slipped in easily and all the way, balls slapping her clit once I bottomed out. Grabbing her wrists, I pulled her arms behind her back, and I began squat thrusting inside her, pulling her arms back hard, making her arch, head off the bed trying to take in enough air to scream as I used her.

"Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyy goooooooooodddddddd!" Her voice wavered and shook as I rammed her tight little cunt. Her ass grew red as my thighs slapped her cheeks.

I didn't let up. I was straining and sweating and felt like my lungs were on fire as I was holding my breath, thrusting and pistoning into my coworker's depths.

Carrie cried. I could see it. Tears streamed down her cheeks as I pulled her arms, restraining her and fucking her like she were a toy. As much pain as she was experiencing, she never told me to stop. She never looked at me like she hated me or disrespected me or wanted me to go away. Carrie's tear-filled eyes screamed that she wanted it, and more.

I let her arms go and leaned forward, palm pushing her head against the bed.

"Cumming...." She gasped into the sheets. "CCCCCUUCUCUCCUMMMINGNNNGN" She was bouncing on the mattress as I went even harder and faster. All my anger and frustration was focused in my hips, my thighs, hammering into her so she felt every inch.

Carrie's orgasm rocked her, making her pussy clamp down so hard I cursed, my cock getting swallowed in the velvet burning tunnel of her depths. "FuckingshitCarrie Fuck! I'm ... ohOH FFUUUUUUCCCCK!" And suddenly I was bursting inside her. Long, backed up loads that wouldn't come out from self stimulation. I held her head down as she cried through her orgasm, her ass and thighs shaking violently and her pussy squeezing and milking me as I shot rope after thick rope deep inside. I felt a gush of warm wetness. Carrie was squirting as I filled her up with semen.

"Ohshitfuckyesyesgodyes!" I wasn't sure if that was me or her or both of us yelling.

My balls were convulsing painfully as they continued unloading, and cum started dripping out around her lips.

All at once, the room went quiet. The only sounds were heavy breathing, panting, and the air conditioner blowing, trying to cool off me and Carrie as our bodies were aflame and drenched in a thick layer of sweat.

I kept my hand firmly on Carrie, pressing her down. My cock still buried deep inside her. Spasming once, twice, three times, a little more cum shooting into the already flooded tunnel.

Then, I fell to the side of the bed, swallowing air as fast and deep as I could. Carrie collapsed onto the bed next to me, still face down.

We didn't say anything. There was only breathing. Carrie's breathing evened and slowed as she fell asleep. I wasn't far behind, my mind going black and everything just fading away. It was the first time in a while I'd gone to sleep and didn't have any nightmares.

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Everything rushed back to me. Wow, did everything come back. My eyes went to Carrie as she was finishing drying off, tossing the towel into a corner and walking over to the dresser looking around curiously. "Geez, where'd you throw my panties..." she muttered, bending down to look behind the television, exposing her ass to me.

The ass I'd fucked.

Shit!

"Uh..." There were so many words tumbling in my head. I couldn't grasp on to what to ask or say next, so I just stopped trying and let whatever words that would come take charge. "I didn't hurt you, did I?' Okay, that was embarrassing.

Carrie stood back up, panties in hand, and slipped them on. "What? I mean, kinda. But not in like a violent way or anything. I like a little roughness sometimes and you rang the bell just right." She winked as she went over to her pile of clothes.

"Oh, right, okay." I stammered.

She glanced at me as she was putting on her bra. "Don't worry Tom. You didn't do anything I didn't want. If I'd wanted to stop, I would have stopped you. I'm a brown belt in karate." The grin she gave me was sly, but also hinting that she could have kicked my ass from here until next Sunday without a single problem.

"Ah, okay then." I managed a smile.

Bra on, she pulled on her sweater and then grabbed her pants. But instead of putting them on, she sat down next to me and put a hand on my thigh. "Tom. It was just sex. Fun. We both obviously wanted it. I mean, considering if what you told me last night was true about it being over a month, you seemed pretty wound up. Nothing like some post nut clarity, right?" Her smile was genuine as she watched me with just a hint of concern.

"Yeah. I mean... you're right, I guess. It's been a while. Or... I guess that's past tense now."

Carrie sighed. "Do you wanna talk about it? I know I'm not the best person to confide in. I'm sort of a loud mouth. But I can keep a secret, er, I mean, I can keep your confidence."

I let go of the sheets and scrubbed my hands over my face, trying to gather my wits. "No, it's alright. It's something I've gotta work through myself. But... well, I guess last night kinda complicates things..."

Standing up, Carrie put on her jeans. "Is your wife cheating?" It was a blunt question, but surprisingly, it didn't take me off guard. After the things I'd confessed last night, though vague, it definitely lent itself to the idea that maybe I was dealing with marital infidelity.

I fell back on the bed with a groan. "It's complicated. But, I guess kinda."

Carrie was buttoning her jeans and watching me for a minute.

"I don't wanna get into it." I explained.

"Fair enough. I'm not your therapist. But I'm willing to listen." She brushed back her damp hair, running her fingers through it to comb out the tangles. "Wanna share a ride to work?"

I looked over at her as she went back to the vanity sink and mirror and grabbed the tube of complimentary toothpaste. There weren't any disposable toothbrushes, so she squeezed out a dollop onto her finger and started scrubbing her teeth while watching me in the mirror.

"Are you not gonna go back to your apartment? Change clothes?" I looked at my own clothes and started trying to figure out what I was going to do. Could I just go to a store and get some new clothes? Seemed like a waste. And if I was going to be staying away from home for a little while, which was quickly becoming a better idea, I was going to need more than just a change of clothes.

"Not the first time I've come to work in the same clothes." Carrie answered after spitting in the sink and cupping some water in her hand to rinse.

"Yeah well, I haven't. And it might raise some eyebrows if we both were in the same clothes from yesterday."

"Walk of shame, huh?" She asked, leaning against the wall, folding her arms under her chest.

I rolled my eyes.

"We could always just tell half the truth. We got drunk and just grabbed a hotel to sleep it off. Trying to be responsible. No driving and all that."

It was a reasonable answer to anyone that might ask. And it was mostly true. The whole sex thing was just... Well, it wasn't an accident, but it wasn't planned either. And no one needed to know our business. Just like what was going on with me and Julie. So many secrets.

I shut my eyes, letting myself float inside my head as I lay on the bed, trying to figure out what to do.

-- --

Somehow, the house looked different. It'd only been a day, but as I was sitting in my car parked outside along the street, staring at the house I'd made a home with Julie and had plans for more, it felt like it was someone else's. Like I'd lost not only my wife to this life, but everything else along with her. It was all tainted. Dirty. Messy. Maybe I didn't even want to go in and pack a bag. Just leave it all behind and start new, like I'd imagined when I left.

I scratched at my head, still damp from the shower I'd taken at the hotel. Carrie had headed off to work early, not worried at all about showing up in day-old clothes. I'd gone with her and retrieved my car, calling in a personal day so that I could come home and gather a few things. Before I'd left the hotel, I'd extended my stay for a few days. I wasn't really sure how long I was going to stay, but it was better than nothing.

"Alright Tom. In and out. Just get this over with and go back to the hotel." I gave myself a little pep talk, exiting the car and walking up the sidewalk and onto the porch, pulling out my keys and heading inside.

Like the outside, the inside felt strange. Oppressive. The feeling of a layer of unseen dust or decay had settled in what had been a bright and comfortable place. My fault as well. Sure, Julie held some of the blame, but the one that started the fire was more responsible for the blaze than the one that fanned it.

I made my way through the living room and down the hall past the dining room, keeping my head down so I wouldn't see the pictures lining the walls, depicting a happy couple that was completely in love. It was like I was walking through a haunted mansion, the faces and eyes in the photos following me, sinister and frightful. They were judging me. My past self, looking upon the sorry sack I'd become.

The sound of a creaking bed frame made me stop.

My heart rate thrummed like a racing engine. I stood in the hall outside my bedroom, our bedroom. Soft, deep moans drifted from the open door. The sticky slaps of sweaty skin connecting. Grunts. The heavy breaths of a man. Delicate gasps of a woman.

Nails were biting into my palm as I made a fist at my side. My teeth grit, and my jaw tightened. I was frozen... listening... right back to being a fly on the wall...

-- --

Tender wasn't the way Devon liked to fuck Julie, but when she'd called him this morning, he'd heard the tension in her voice. Something had upset her, and she was calling Devon, not because he was a shoulder to cry on, but because he was an escape. And he wasn't about to pass up a chance to get his cock buried inside of that hotwife. Plus, it was an opportunity to get just a little deeper, to brand himself inside her so deep and indelibly that Julie would forever associate her orgasms with him.

Julie had already called out of work and she'd caught him before he'd even left his apartment, so it was a simple decision to make. However, both of them calling out of work might seem suspicious. They worked in different departments, so both of them being absent wasn't outside the realm of possibility. Most likely, no one was going to question it. The office was too busy lately, so someone being out sick wasn't going to be high on the watch list.

He was more than happy to come over. Julie was a fine specimen and any chance he got to use her was a delight. Part of him still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have fallen into this strange and erotic mess. A woman he never thought he'd have a chance with, serving him and addicted to his prowess at fucking. She didn't find him attractive, there was no doubt about that, but just like men could get around looks if a girl was willing to let them between her legs, women could overlook the fat belly, the hairy body, the condescending demeanor, if a man's cock was thick and heavy like his.

Devon wasn't under any impression that this little arrangement would go on forever. No doubt it would fall apart at some point. Maybe messy. Maybe a clean break. But he didn't intend to let Julie go easily. Not that he would risk his livelihood or safety to steal a man's wife. If things got difficult, he'd cut and run. Whatever fall out Tom and Julie had was on them. But before he did, he'd make sure she never, ever forgot him.

Intentional or not, Devon was driving a wedge between the couple. Taking Julie piece by piece. One act after another. Pressing her boundaries and breaking down walls and disregarding rules. He'd had her in every hole and as many positions as he could manage. He'd dumped tons of cum inside her pussy, her asshole, her mouth. Painted her body with his ejaculations. She'd submitted to him in private, away from her husband's prying eyes. Devon had gotten her to eat pussy and fuck another woman. Got her to participate in a threesome that still gave him chills, remembering them both between his legs servicing him like the king he deserved to be. Thankfully, he'd gotten that on film and from multiple angles. He'd even sent a few clips to Tom just to show him how much he was missing out on. The kind of pleasure Tom would never get to experience because Julie was his sexual wonder. She was Tom's wife, but that came with limits. Boundaries. With Devon, she was limitless. And he was going to take advantage of it all for as long as he could.

He was far more adept at fucking than love making. But he knew the concept. He knew it was more about slow and tender and firm, rather than hard and deep and fast. And there was nothing wrong with changing up the routine a bit. Sensual slow sex had its perks, too. For instance, watching a married woman writhe beneath you, moaning and sweating as your cock slowly entered her bare pussy. The look on her face of pure need and want. All for him. Devon could learn to like this.

The bed rocked, creaking sharply, as Devon loomed over the woman. She lay back, her honey hair spread out like a fan around her head, eyes shut and mouth open in constant gasping moans. His hairy thighs rubbed against the underside of her upturned legs as he held onto her ankles, thrusting the entirety of his enormous cock into her tight little pussy. It stretched around him, leaving glistening juices with every smooth entrance. Her stomach tightened as he touched and pressed her cervix. She was in ecstasy under him. His stomach pressed against her when he entered fully, rubbing her soft, smooth skin with the coarse hair along his belly.

"Yes. Yes." She moaned. Devon was moving slow, patient, breathing slow and steady to keep himself from getting over excited and losing control. He loved the sound of her voice, submitting and admitting how much she enjoyed his cock.

"Like that?" He asked gruffly, and grinned cockily. "Like me inside you? This what you couldn't wait for. Hm? Need my cock deep in this tight little married pussy?"

Julie groaned, head moving back and forth as her chest rose with each breath and her tits bouncing with each firm, deep thrust. "Yes Devon. Fuck. Yes. I love it. I love you. Fuck Devon, please go deeper." She whimpered.

The words were like angelic bells to Devon. I love you. He really had taken her. Taken her far away from her husband.

Where was Tom, anyway? Devon hadn't seen him since the other night and even then only briefly when he was sitting like a good boy in the shadows watching a real man own his wife. Pretty pathetic. He wasn't one to judge people's fetishes and kinks in general, but Tom must have been one sick fucker to let a man like Devon use his wife like he did and just sit and watch. And Julie wasn't much better. A latent slut had been lurking under all the business attire and uppity attitude. More times than not, he'd wanted to put this woman in her proper place when their paths crossed at work. Now here she was. In her proper place. Beneath him with his cock so deep it was almost absurd.

Everyone had a little something in them that was twisted. Sometimes it showed up. Other times it stayed buried. The Christmas party had been the moment Tom and Julie's tiny twisted secret had burst out like a jack-in-the-box and there was no putting it back in. And Devon had been there to make the box burst. Just a little push. A little pull. And now Julie was his and Tom was AWOL. Fucking perfect.

Devon pushed Julie's legs up further, almost in half, pressing himself deeper with his own groan. Her tunnel was so tight. So warm. Her smooth lips crushed against him, rubbing over his pubic hair, balls smacking her tight ass. "That's it Julie. That's it. Take me deep inside you like a good girl."

Her hands moved to press against Devon's heavy belly as he sank in over and over in the steady rhythm set by his heartbeat.

The woman was trembling, writhing, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as it plunged deep. Her eyes finally fluttered open, looking up at Devon's sweaty red face as he kept up the pace.

"Yes... yes... more... there... like that please aahhhhahhhh..." Her mouth and eye were open in utter pleasure, hands coming up to cup his cheeks as he picked up the pace thrusting firmly into her canal as deep as he could without hurting her.

"Tell me how much you love it." He grunted, moving his face closer to hers. Sweat dripped along his forehead and cheeks, nose touching hers and keeping deep eye contact.

"I love it. I love your cock. So big. So thick. Oh god it's so fucking big inside me." She was whispering, a rasping groan as her arms wrapped around his neck. "I want it. I never want it to stop. Fuck me. Make me yours."

"You're already mind." He sneered and pressed his lips to hers, kissing hard and deep and probing his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned into his mouth, tongues lashing and lips slipping and teeth nipping as they fucked deep and slow. This was much more like making love. But no matter how much Julie might say it, and it was slipping from her mouth more and more, she didn't actually love Devon. He knew that. Could see it in her eyes. It wasn't the love she was beaming with in the photos all over the walls. This was a love of feelings. Sensations. She was in love with him because of how he made her body feel. The orgasms. The control and rush of endorphins. This wasn't the kind of love that allowed you to sit quietly with a partner and wordlessly communicate care. This was a raw, needy, greedy love. Twisted all for self enjoyment and not selfless giving.

Devon lifted himself off of her and slid his cock out reluctantly.

Julie let out a little mewl. "N... no... wait... I was... so close." She breathed.

"Turn over." Devon ordered, and Julie moved without hesitation. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees, facing the headboard.

Getting behind her, on one knee and the other leg up so he could angle properly, he took hold of Julie's hip with one hand and the other gathered up her hair and pulled so she was arching and looking up at the large photo of her and Tom at their wedding. Then, he slid easily and greedily back inside the soaked cunt of a married woman who was giving everything to him. He loved it. Loved this. And if it ever came to an end, he'd definitely miss it. But he knew for sure that this woman would never forget him and how his cock stretched her and made her feel. A part of her would always be his, and he was going to make sure it was a part that she could never dig out.

He had plans. Not just for her, but for him. Plans that hopefully would sway this woman into additional levels of debauchery and him into new heights of pleasure. But that was for later. For now, he made Julie stare at her wedding photo and fucked the velvet vice of a pussy, making her moan so deep that it made Devon's heart and ego swell.

-- --

For the first time, Julie felt dirty.

She lay looking up at the ceiling, a thin layer of sweat on her skin and a burning in her muscles from the pounding and twisting her body had taken. Next to her, Devon was asleep, snoring and snorting loudly. Sometimes she thought he had sleep apnea. She didn't actually sleep with him often, but when she did, there was a nagging feeling that one day she might wake up and this man would have suffocated. It was a gross thought, but it was one of those things that popped up no matter what she tried. It was the intrusive thoughts that everyone encountered, the worst-case scenarios and twisted darkness that was lurking in people's brains waiting to jump out like some sort of movie slasher and ruin your day.

After he'd fucked her, making her stare up at her wedding picture as he shot a very thick load deep inside her, he'd collapsed with deep panting breaths and, after only a few minutes, was snoring. Almost a cliche really. Men rolling over and snoring after sex. But she'd cum, so the cliche wasn't complete. At least she had that going for her.

Her hand drifted between her legs, her pussy feeling sore and warm, a thick stickiness leaking from between her folds. Looking down, she pulled her fingers away and thick, dripping strings trailed from her fingers to her mound. It was still warm. Devon came so much it was sort of unreal. A massive cock. Massive loads. But a tiny personality. Seemed like fate was cruel.

She rolled off the bed and quietly padded across the room and picked up her robe, slipping it on and loosely tying it at her waist before brushing her sweaty hair from her face. This was not how she wanted to spend her day. Sure she'd just had three mind blowing orgasms, but that didn't distract from the fact that she'd used a personal day when she had a mountain of projects piling up. Or that her husband was...

Was he missing? She'd tracked his phone. Verified he was at the hotel by calling the hotel, but also checked his account activity and saw he in fact had gotten a room. But it was that woman's groggy voice that had her second guessing. Maybe he'd been robbed. Some woman had stolen his wallet. But that was unlikely. A woman wouldn't look like Tom and hotels like the one he was staying at absolutely required ID. It wasn't a shitty motel 2 or something.

But what did that mean?

Julie knew what the implication was. She wasn't stupid. But she didn't want to face it. It was better to push all those bad thoughts back and wait until she had a definitive answer. But Tom still wasn't answering his phone or texts. And that wasn't like him. Why was he ignoring her?

She walked out to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. The soft sound of a drawer opening made her turn. Devon was still snoring loudly from her bedroom, so it wasn't him. It was coming from the guest room. A jolt of fear rushed through her as she stood holding her water.

Was someone in the house? Were they being robbed?

Stepping quietly, she moved to the hall and went to the open door of the guest room, doing her best to stay hidden while she peeked inside.

A suitcase was on the bed, open, with wrinkled clothes she'd had in the dryer thrown inside. The connected bathroom had its door open and there was shuffling inside, a cabinet opening and then shutting with a sharp bang. Tom walked out holding a tube of travel toothpaste, a toothbrush, and a travel toiletry bag that had a few other things stashed inside. Her husband marched to the suitcase, shoving the toothbrush and toothpaste into the toiletry bag, zipped it, and tossed it into the suitcase. He scratched at his chin, a day's worth of stubble making him look gruff and tired.

"Tom?" Julie stepped into the doorway, looking from him to the suitcase, confused. There was a rush of relief first. Tom was home. He was okay. Though he looked tired, maybe even hungover? He was wearing wrinkled clothes with a faint smell of alcohol that she could smell from where she stood. "Tom, where have you been?" She moved into the room, still confused about the suitcase.

Tom stopped as he was zipping the bag closed and met Julie's gaze. His eyes were red, tired. He scratched at the back of his neck like he often did when he was frustrated. "Work." He muttered after a tense minute of silence.

"All night?" Julie folded her arms under her breasts, the robe tie slipping open to reveal her nakedness.

His eyes glanced at the smoothness of her stomach and exposed privates, but looked away quickly with a grimace. That expression took Julie off guard. Usually when he saw her naked, which wasn't often lately, he was instantly enamoured. He'd never been... disgusted? Not even when he'd seen her with food poisoning and laying on the bathroom floor all night.

"No. I got a hotel after I went to a bar with a coworker." He was obviously skirting around the truth.

Julie's jaw clenched. "A coworker." She narrowed her eyes. "Would this coworker happen to be a female? And did she happen to share your hotel room? And why would you get a hotel room in the first place? Were you that drunk?" That might explain why he didn't come home. It was a bit of a stretch, but if Tom had been wasted, then maybe calling an Uber didn't sound like a good idea. A hotel room sort of made sense. Close by. Could crash quickly. Would have a bathroom if he needed to throw up instead of doing it on the floor of some poor soul's car. She could accept that. But why would his coworker go with him?

"She didn't wanna drive home, so I just let her crash with me." He wasn't answering the question. Instead, he finished zipping the suitcase and pulled it off the bed, standing it up and extending the handle.

"Tom. What's going on? You haven't answered any of my texts or calls and now you're getting a hotel room with some woman you claim is your coworker. I'm not sure I'm gonna buy that." She was chewing the inside of her cheek now, anger and frustration boiling in her stomach.

Tom met her eyes, and they grew hard. "So you think I'm lying?"

She took a step back. Something in her husband's eyes was... it was unfamiliar. Hard. Sharp. Angry. Tom was not the sort of man to get angry. Oh, he might get perturbed. And he'd been known to raise his voice from time to time when the occasion really called for it. But he'd never, ever looked at her like that before. Like he was ready to fight. Not literally. He'd never lay a finger on her, she knew. But... like he was ready to wrestle with her with all the words he had, to lay it all on the mat with nothing in reserve.

"Not... not lying. Maybe, maybe covering for someone or something. I don't know. But the hotel and woman aside. Where have you been? No texts or calls about where and what's going on. I've been worried." She moved closer to him again. There was something in the way he was standing, holding onto the suitcase. He looked... defeated. Had something happened at work? Had he gotten laid off? Oh... oh shit. Did he feel like he'd failed because he'd lost his job so he'd gone on a bender? Maybe even a drunken indiscretion, and now he thought he had to leave because of it all?

Julie's heart swelled with the idea. The love for her husband and concern for what he might be going through. She moved forward, taking hold of his hand. "Tom... was it something at work? Did you get fired? Listen, if it's something... if something happened and... well, if maybe it led to a misstep... with whoever that woman in the hotel was, it's okay. We can get past that. Just tell me what's going on and..."

Tom pulled his hand away as if she were some sort of venomous snake. That look of disgust flashed across his face again. "How did you even know someone was there with me?"

"I... I uh, I called the hotel. When you didn't come home, I tracked your phone to make sure you weren't in a ditch somewhere and when I saw you were at the hotel and had charged a room... I called." Julie's feelings were being tossed around like they were tissues in a tornado. Why was Tom being so... despondent?

"I see. So you're free to go and do things with Devon. Texting me or calling me after he's fucked you for a few hours. But I can't have one night of freedom?"

The sharpness of his tone cut deep into Julie. She crossed her arms again for a second, then pulled her robe closed. Suddenly, she felt exposed. Naked. And not in the literal sense. Tom was being... mean. He'd never been mean to her. Not even in their worst fights.

He looked at her with those hard eyes again. "I needed some time to think. I needed to get away. My job is fine, for now at least. If I can't get my head out of my ass, then who knows what might happen, but that's not the issue." His fists tightened at his sides. "The issue is that I don't want to do this anymore."

Julie shook her head. "Do what?"

"This." Tom waved his arm, encompassing... everything. A sudden sharp snort and snore broke the silence, and Tom grimaced. "That! I don't want that. He's sleeping in my... our bed now?"

She was rubbing her arms, confused. "He... Devon has slept in the bed before... I mean, just the other night..."

"That's the fucking point, Julie! It's not our bed anymore, is it! It's THE bed. It's the bed that you and Devon fuck like perverted rabbits and have me just sit in the corner. All I'm missing is a dunce cap. Or maybe a sash that says Cuckold. I've been pushed aside in my own home and I'm fucking done with it!" Tom's face was turning red. His eyes were on fire and his fists were shaking at his sides.

Julie stepped back at the sudden assault of words. Tom wasn't yelling, but his voice had risen to a decibel that scared her in its intensity. "W... what... Tom where is... I... where's this coming from? I thought... I thought this was okay. That you... We... that this was what we wanted."

She thought back to the other night. Seeing the empty chair. It hadn't stopped her. In fact, it hadn't slowed her down at all.

"It... it was." Tom rubbed a hand along jaw and then through his hair, looking away from his wife. "It was Julie. And for a while... I mean, it was fun. Good even. But... now it's not."

"Now it's not? So... what? Just because you've suddenly gotten cold feet, you're gonna run out?" As confused as Julie was, this sudden admission had her bristling. "Tom, you're the one that started this. You pushed me to Devon. If you'll recall, I didn't want to do anything with him. So what? Now that I'm having a good time, it's not fun for you? Is it only fun when I'm resisting or feeling degraded? Is this all about you and getting your rocks off and fuck what I want?" Her fists fell to her side and her robe opened again, no longer feeling exposed, but pissed.

"That's not what I..."

"News flash, Tom! Devon fucks me better than you. I think that's a given by now. He makes me cum. He prioritizes my pleasure just as much as his. You pushed me to this, but now that it's something I want, you feel you can't handle it? Like it should only work when you're having fun? What about when we first started? You think I liked blowing that sorry, sad sack? Hm? Oh, he was big, and it was erotic, but I fucking hated it! But because you wanted it, I went along. I gave you what you wanted. You don't get to just pull the rug out now that you're 'not having fun'. Don't be such a sissy!" The words were out before she realized it. She was taking a menacing step forward, but she stopped when she realized what she'd said. How cheap it was and how unfair. How cruel. Petty.

Tom didn't move. Didn't even respond to the insult she'd thrown at him.

Julie took a breath, grabbing hold of her robe for support, and tried to continue in a more calm manner. "Listen, I didn't mean..." She halted trying to gather her thoughts. "I like Devon fucking me..." She started again.

"Yeah. I heard you professing your love for him in our bedroom." Tom growled.

"Oh, fuck off Tom. You've heard me scream it at the top of my lungs when he was cuming inside me. So don't pretend like it's new." Julie's temper was beyond control now. "And yeah. Maybe I do, in a way, love Devon. It's hard not to have feelings for someone that makes you feel so good." Whatever calm she'd tried to hold on to slipped out of her grasp like a wiggling eel. There was truth in her words, but the way she was spitting them out, she was just being mean.

And it was working.

Tom's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Fine Julie. Fine." He took hold of his suitcase and brushed past her, heading out into the hall.

"Tom... wait..." She rushed after him.

He was already in the living room, walking so fast like he was about to miss the last flight to a far off destination.

"Tom! Stop!" Julie lunged, her robe slipping off completely, and grabbed hold of Tom's arm. "I'm sorry. I... listen, we can talk about this. If you're having problems, we can..."

"I don't want to, Julie. Or..." He pried her hand off his arm, but didn't turn to look at her. "Maybe I just can't right now. Truth is, I don't even know what I want. I saw you with him the other night, like all the other times before and... and for the first time, I felt sick. I felt alone. And I couldn't stop it. I knew you wouldn't have stopped if I'd asked you to."

"Of course I would have!" She said desperately, tears coming to her own eyes now. But somewhere in the back of her mind she heard, would I have?

"No... you wouldn't. I was gone for a whole day, and you say you were worried. I believe that. But... You didn't try to find me besides tracking me on your phone. And only that when I didn't come home late after work. You're so offended that I might have been in a hotel room with another woman, but here you are, Devon fucking you and falling asleep in OUR bed, like it was just another day. Doesn't feel like you were missing me."

"That was only because... because I thought you were cheating. I called your hotel and that woman, whoever she is, answered and I just thought... I thought..." She bowed her head. "I was upset. So I called Devon this morning. Because... if you were out with someone, I wanted to be with someone too."

"So it's wrong if I do it. But totally fine for you?" He reached for the door.

"We never discussed what you could do. Maybe if you'd asked... we could have talked... I mean... if it was something you wanted..." Julie was floundering. On the one hand, Tom had some good points. But neither of them was handling this well. Wires were getting crossed. Emotions were too hot and out of control. Things were boiling over and they needed to turn down the heat. If they could just have a calm conversation...

Tom turned and his eyes moved along her nude body. It still had a light shine of sweat. And between her legs her pussy was glazed, a single drop of Devon's cum trailing and drying along her lips.

"I need some time, Julie. Just... let me have some time." He said it quietly. It was the softness of a tapping hammer to a nail in a coffin lid.

Tom pulled the door open and walked out.

Julie didn't follow. She stood naked in the doorway, exposing herself to the whole neighborhood. The rumble of Tom's car filled the silence and then it was gone, driving away.

Julie took a step forward and closed the door. The sound of it shutting felt like a stone being rolled over the entrance of a tomb.