Cuckold Consequences - Ch. 04

I tossed my suitcase into the open closet of the hotel room and sat down heavily on the bed. It was made, complete with new sheets and a mint on the pillow. I didn't realize they still did that sort of thing. The room smelled nice, clean, no lingering smell of sex or booze. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to keep myself calm. The whole drive back from the house, I'd been between panic, rage, and tears. Now... I just felt numb.

All the words from the fight with Julie were floating in my head like pieces of garbage in a polluted lake. Like a giant trash island floating in the ocean. It was a jumble, chaos, smoldering filth. Why did I go home? This was exactly the sort of thing I'd wanted to avoid. I didn't want to fight. But now... now things were worse.

I'd fucked it up. Again. Fucked everything up and there probably wasn't a way back.

I scrubbed my hands through my hair, pulling at it to distract from the pain in my chest.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket. The message was from Julie.

"I sent Devon home. Please come back. We can talk. I'm sorry for what I said. I was just upset. Please come home."

I stared at the screen until it went to sleep and then tossed it onto the bed and lay back, looking at the ceiling. No matter how this all worked out, if by some miracle Julie and I found our way back to each other, that house was never going to be home again. It held secrets and memories. It was haunted. Julie's screams embedded into the walls and the floors. If I slept in that bed again, the night would bring the echoes of those cries of ecstasy she was driven to by another man. And I'd feel like there were bed bugs crawling all over me. The left over skin and secretions from Devon as he slept in my place.

"Fuck!" I muttered. My cock was hard again. How utterly fucked up was I that even in the midst of all this turmoil and strife, after that horrible fight with the woman I still loved, I was getting turned on by the mere memory of her getting fucked?

Laughter bubbled up from my chest. Maybe I should call Carrie and have her come back for another anger bang. Didn't seem like such a bad idea. Just hearing a woman pick up the phone had made Julie furious. Did she not see the hypocrisy? How many times had I texted her, and she messaged back a picture of Devon's cock in her mouth or pussy or asshole? How many times had I called and heard her getting railed when I was trying to have a simple conversation about things like groceries? And the one time she calls a hotel room I'm staying in, and a girl picks up, she feels betrayed.

Though, if I were being brutally honest... I had betrayed her. Julie was just doing what we had agreed on. Yes, she'd gone behind my back too with some things she'd done, so she really didn't have a leg to stand on. But that didn't mean that what I did with Carrie wasn't wrong. We'd never discussed if I could sleep with other women. It never came up. Maybe that's what made it even more frustrating. Again, I was getting the short end of the stick. Julie got everything, and I wasn't even a consideration.

Everything was a mess. No. Mess was putting it lightly. This was a shit show. At some point, I'd have to talk with Julie. But if that was going to happen, I wanted it to be on my terms, not a surprise visit or encounter. Walking in on Julie fucking Devon like that...

I shook my head, trying to dispel the image. But it wouldn't go away. My arousal was like a poison and it was flooding my bloodstream. It was going to kill me. End me. I wanted it to go away, but any guy will tell you that sometimes, once you're horny, it just won't stop bothering you until you get it out.

But I wasn't going to jerk off thinking about Julie. I couldn't do that.

I grabbed my phone and quickly navigated to the site I'd been frequenting since being cut off by Julie. Sway Your Desires. It hosted tons of hotwife, swinging, cuckolding, and other masquerade type videos. Sort of like Eyes Wide Shut in real life. It was always good for jerk off content and at that moment I just needed something. Anything.

I clicked the newest video...

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Bright was sandwiched in the middle of the pile. The man that had introduced himself as Toro, a slim but muscular man with a large cock, lay on the bed below them. HIs cock burried deep in Bright's ass. Bright lay against Toro's chest, his hands on their hips as he thrust, causing Bright to thrust their own cock into Cherish, who was lying on top of Bright. Her legs were wide open and Bright's penis plunged deep into the woman's pussy. They were in a stacked tower on the king bed, Toro, Bright, Cherish, all laying back with legs wide towards a camera set up across from them filming the threeway.

"Yes! Yes fuuuuuck!" Cherish gasped, arching back against Bright's chest. Bright's tits pressed into the woman's back as they grabbed onto her shoulders to steady her as Toro continued thrusting rhythmically into Bright's ass.

"Good..." Bright groaned into Cherish's neck. They bit her collarbone gently, making Cherish gasp.  

"Fuck me... fuck me Bright. Your cock is so good! Oh, fuck yes!" Cherish was whimpering with lust and delight. Toro below them both, setting the pace with his thrusts, his hips pounding up against Bright's ass. In turn driving Bright's hips and cock up into Cherish.

All three were sweating, glistening in the glow from the lamps surrounding the bed to get the proper lighting for the cameras.

Bright hadn't been prepared for this. Never in their lives would they have thought of this position, but Cherish had ordered it and now Bright was on the verge of orgasm with a cock deep in their asshole, stretching it wide, and their rock hard cock deep in the warmest, velvety tight pussy they'd ever dreamed of feeling.

Cherish turned her head, angling awkwardly to find Bright's mouth and kiss hard. "Yes..." She groaned into Bright's mouth. "Fuck... fuck your cock is wonderful. Fuck... I want your cum Bright. I want it."

Toro gripped Bright's hips tighter, groaning under the two bodies pressing him to the bed, requiring more strength to continue thrusting.

Skin slapped harder. "So fucking wet!" Bright moaned, reaching around to grab Cherish's bouncing tits. "So fucking... tight!"

"Yeessss oh fuck!" Cherish moaned, her hands going to Bright's, moving them more firmly against her breasts, making them pinch and pull. "Fucking abuse my tits, Bright! Do it! Use me!" She was whimpering now and pressing her luscious ass back down against Bright's hips.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Bright groaned, squeezing Cherish's tits so tight they were sure that the woman would develop bruises. "I'm... Oh fuck I'm gonna..."

"Do it! Fucking fill me with your cum, Bright! Oh GOD I"M CUMMING!" Cherish screamed loud, and her pussy began to squirt and clamp down on Bright's cock. Their balls were still encased in the soft pink satin of their panties, the gentle material cradling their balls as they began to constrict.

Cherish's juices dripped, running down over Bright's cock and staining their panties. It sent them over the edge. "Ohhhffuckingshit oh god Cherish I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside!"

"FUCKING FILL MEEEEE!" The woman was screeching.

Toro wordlessly began grunting as his own orgasm took hold and he began emptying his load into Bright's asshole. The feeling for Bright was euphoric, making their own orgasm doubly intense and shooting thick ropes of semen deep into Cherish's vagina.

All three, stacked in a tower of flesh and desire, cried out in ecstasy, thick ropes of cum and pussy juice spraying, leaking, dripping down the tower of thighs and asses.

Bright's cock slipped from Cherish's puffy smooth pussy, thick cum dripping down between her ass, pooling along Bright's shaft. Toro's cock popped from Bright's ass, a river of cum flowing out like the one from Cherish's pussy. They lay atop each other, groaning, gasping, catching their breath. The camera zoomed in on the dripping holes, lingering on the sight for a solid minute before the video ended.

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The video wasn't what I was expecting. But it worked nonetheless. I stroked furiously, watching the pussy and ass getting filled, the groans and gasps. The filthy mouth on the woman as her breasts bounced and the person below shooting their cum deep into her pussy. I was already so on edge with my frustrating hard-on that I came within minutes, almost syncing with the video as it ended on the holes dripping cum.

I let myself fall back. Thumbing the window closed on my phone and dropping it back to the bed. I'd cum all over my boxers, but I didn't really care that I was a mess. It was just further outward evidence of my inward problems. However, the post ejaculation clarity was helping to blow the fog away from my mind.

I'd been childish when arguing with Julie. She'd been worried about me, and rightly so. I hadn't texted or called or answered any of her messages. What was she supposed to think? And even if she was worried, was she supposed to run to the police? There wasn't any indication I was in danger. She'd tracked my phone. Called the hotel. Should I have expected more? Should I have expected anything?

There wasn't a straightforward answer. And that was probably what was even more infuriating. I wanted something clear cut and easy. But none of this was easy.

Maybe I do, in a way, love Devon. Those words were echoing in my head too, always rising to the surface. My wife... was in love with someone else. And of all people... it was Devon. It made my stomach turn. How could I have ever thought seeing her with him was erotic? There were probably essays and studies in psychology that could tell me why, but none of those would make me feel any better.

I'd driven my wife into another man's arms. And sure, she probably didn't love him the way she loved me, but... she'd made space for him in her heart. That was a significant thing. So what was I supposed to do with that? What was I supposed to do with any of this?

Divorce?

That thought was even more painful than all the others. No doubt if I reached out to friends, family, strangers on the internet, the most common answer I would get would be "divorce the bitch". But I probably wouldn't fare well either. I'd be labeled pathetic, small, weak, disgusting, for letting and encouraging my wife to have sex with a man like Devon. Any road I took was riddled with pain and strife. The question was, which road, which pain, was I willing to endure?

-- --

Carrie threw herself down into one of the conference chairs and spun herself around like she used to do when she was a preteen. In her head she was shouting, weeeeeeeeee. But outwardly she had resting-bitch-face. She brushed back her white hair, pulling it into a small ponytail and tying it off.

"And what has you spinning with delight?" Gwen asked, standing at the whiteboard, carefully erasing the parts they no longer needed, but keeping the notes that they still needed to discuss.

"Delight?" Carried asked, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back in her chair. She glanced around the conference room. Jami's stuff was still on the table, but they weren't back from their coffee run. Didn't matter that it was the middle of the day, coffee flowed like water in this office and especially for their team.

"Yeah. You only spin around like that when you're happy." Gwen turned and gave Carrie a cheeky smile. "Does it have something to do with the fact you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" Her eyebrows wiggled. Putting the eraser down, she pulled out a chair next to Carrie and sat, crossing her legs in her slimming green jeans and leaned her elbows on the table, utterly fascinated and listening intently.

Carrie snorted and couldn't help but grin. "Yeah. Well. I figure that's a given."

"It was either that or you're a slob."

Carrie flipped her off but kept her grin.

"So. Do tell. Who was the lucky fella? Or was it a lady?" Gwen sat back, smoothing out her black satin blouse.  

Carrie spun in her chair again, looking off into the distance, and then, glancing around to make sure no one else was close enough to listen, looked back at Gwen. "Tom."

Gwen's eyes widened, and her jaw gaped. "T... Tom? Tom Merrick? Our Tom?" She was stammering.

Carrie shrugged and nodded, her grin still bright.

"Wh... but... he... Carrie... he's married!" Gwen was leaning forward now, and her face had taken on a stormy countenance. "Is Tom cheating with you?"

Carrie saw the anger simmering beneath Gwen's forced calm. She knew all about Gwen's messy divorce, how her husband had cheated on her. And she knew from previous conversations that Gwen didn't put up with cheaters of any sex. If Carrie was 'the other woman' in this scenario, then there was no doubt Gwen was going to rain down hell and fury on both her and Tom.

"No! No. I mean, no, not exactly. Not like that. We aren't having an affair. He and Julie are taking a break. Er, well, I think maybe it's worse than that, but he wasn't very forthcoming last night, before or after we had sex."

"Cheesumcrow." Gwen muttered, a look of confusion and worry on her face as she sat back.

"I have no idea what that means." Carrie raised an eyebrow.

"A nice way of saying 'Jesus Christ'." Gwen waved a hand. "So, what? Did Tom go to your place or..."

"He got a hotel room. We went drinking and afterwards were a bit out of it, plus he said he and Julie were taking a break, having problems, so he got a hotel room. We didn't plan it. It just... kinda happened. He said he hadn't had sex in a month..."

"Holy fuck a month?" Gwen stared at Carrie.

"Can you make up your mind about swearing? I'm getting moral whiplash."

Gwen flipped her off. "Alright Carrie, you need to tell me what's going on. Because yesterday morning, Tom slept in his office. And he wasn't looking good. And when I talked to him, well, l he mentioned some bedroom issues, but he didn't say anything about him and Julie taking a break." She bit her lip, genuinely worried.

Carrie was impressed. Gwen really was a good friend and talented team lead. Or boss. She never was really clear on exactly how she was supposed to refer to her. Didn't matter really. Gwen was in charge. That was the long and short of it. "Well..." Carrie went over what had happened last night. How Tom had confessed to not having had sex with his wife in over a month. About being wound up. How they'd gone back to the hotel and ended up fucking. Then the morning when Tom had basically confused that Julie was cheating.

"So..." Gwen stopped her. "He said Julie was being unfaithful. He told me she wasn't. It's clear that something is going on in the bedroom..."

"But it ain't Tom. That man can fuck." Carrie grinned mischievously.

Gwen raised an eyebrow and her cheeks colored pink. "Yeah, well... you can... fill me in on the lewd details later."

"Five orgasms, Gwen." Carrie leaned back, arms folded as if she were throwing down a winning hand at poker.

The indignant look on Gwen's face, along with her pink cheeks and saucer wide eyes, made Carrie grin all the wider.

"Fine. So the bedroom issue isn't on Tom's end." She smoothed her blouse again nervously. Gwen sat back in her chair, brow furrowing in genuine concern.  

Carrie sighed. She wasn't the most emotionally in tune person. But she could tell that Tom was having a rough go of it this morning when she'd left him to come to work. His decision to take the day off was probably the best one he'd made in a while, from what she could tell. Besides fucking her. That had been a very great decision, as far as she was concerned. And she'd gladly do it again...

In fact...

"I don't like that look on your face." Gwen gave Carrie a hard stare.

"What?" Carrie asked innocently.

"Don't give me those doe-eyes. Don't drag Tom down into your little den of iniquity, Carrie. This could be serious and the last thing Tom needs is to get all tangled up with casual sex."

"Who says it's casual..." Carrie trailed off, seeing Gwen's 'don't give me that shit' look. "Right. Right. Fair enough." She put her hands up in mock surrender. "I guess you're right. He's... yeah, he's off. And the only little bits I could get were that it definitely has something to do with his wife. Maybe she's cheating... or maybe it's more of an emotional affair? Maybe she hasn't done anything physical but..."

Gwen was nodding, nails tapping against her arm. "I know how it goes, Carrie. Been there. Some flirting here. Friendly lunches there. And it always leads to the bedroom. Or I guess, in my case, the copy room." She rolled her eyes, clearly remembering how she'd caught her ex husband.

Carrie sucked at her teeth gently in thought. If Tom suspected his wife was having an emotional affair, that could certainly affect a person's bedroom performance. Which could then lead into his wife being driven more towards whomever it was that she was getting attention from. A sad and sick cycle that would spiral into an inevitable end. Obviously, Tom's private life was his own, but Carrie did consider him a friend, just like the rest of her teammates. She didn't want to see him suffer.

"So, what do you think we should do?" She finally asked, looking at Gwen as she was looking off into the distance and tapping her nails in thought.

"Well... you know where he's staying, right?" Gwen mused.

Carrie fished out the hotel room key card she'd taken that morning. "Yep."

"You still have a key? Geez, Carrie, were you planning on ambushing him or something?"

Carrie snorted. "No. I just took it in case I'd forgotten anything in the room. I was gonna give it back to Tom next time he was in the office. Before we left, he extended his stay, so I figured he'd still be there when he finally came back."

Gwen sighed. "Well... maybe we should go see him. The last thing that man needs is to just wallow in whatever it is he has going on. Let's drop by and invite him to dinner. Show him he's got some listening ears."

It sounded like a decent enough plan. Maybe not the best, but what else were they going to do? Their other option was to leave him alone. And that seemed worse than showing up unannounced and giving him sympathy. It was clear Tom needed some companionship. Carrie had felt that well enough last night when he'd been fucking her. She'd seen the need in his eyes, the frustration that had built up over time, and how he was releasing it with her. And she was happy to let him, because she liked sex a bit rough and Tom had done a good job giving her what she wanted. But if the reason for that harsh action and pent up frustration was because he had trouble at home, then that could become a dangerous mix. If you got your frustration out with sex, it could be healthy. But let it go too far and it would become toxic.

Truth be told. What she and Tom had done might have been more of a poison pill rather than some sort of liberating epiphany.  

Carrie sat back with a heavy sigh. Now she felt like crap. As great as the night had been and all the orgasms she'd had, Gwen was annoyingly right.

"So... what, are we gonna take him for burgers and probe into his unraveling marriage?" 

Gwen glanced to the door of the conference room, noticing Jami with a cup of coffee in their hand, returning to the meeting. "We will discuss it later. Come to my office when we are done here."

Jami walked in, going back to their chair and sitting down with a huff. "Miss anything?" They asked.

Carrie and Gwen glanced at each other for just a bare moment and shook their heads. "Nope. Let's see if we can wrap this up..." Gwen sighed and got them back to work.

-- --

It was easier to get Devon to leave than Julie had imagined. After Tom left, when the initial shock of it wore off, Julie shuffled herself back into her bedroom and shoved Devon awake and told him she needed him to leave. After some groggy protests, he shrugged it off and got dressed.  

"I forgot to mention, this weekend I have a surprise for you. Or rather us. So you need to pick out your finest dress to wear to the club I'm going to be taking you to." He was standing at the end of the bed, buckling his pants around his sizable waist. Julie was sitting on the bed watching him, robe closed tightly as if for the first time she felt self conscious about being exposed in front of Devon.

"Club?" she asked.

"It's pretty exclusive. Had to call around, ask a few favors to get us this invite. If we are... presentable, then we can become members."

She eye'd Devon curiously. Sometimes she thought he looked like a lumpy potato, his dark thinning hair like some sort of growth out of the top of his head. Really if it wasn't for his cock... well, she was past that now. Even though she looked at him with a sort of abject discomfort, there was no denying that through all of these recent adventures, she'd developed feelings. Not the kind of feelings she had for Tom, the ones that lead to wedding vows and a life together. But the kind of lustful love that made her want to give herself to him. Any way he wanted. She'd present herself like a bitch if he commanded her to.

That thought sent a shiver down her spine, and her thighs rubbed together uncomfortably. She couldn't decide if it was a feeling of arousal or disgust.

"Why would we want to be members?" She asked, not really caring. The way Devon was talking, it was obviously some upscale sex club. It wouldn't be far off from some of the places he'd already taken her; swing clubs and strip clubs. She'd had her fair share of experiences at those, so this was obviously just another place to explore.

"Believe me. The benefits at this place are killer." He chuckled as he finished dressing and headed for the door. "I'll pick you up at seven on Saturday. Best dress, remember. But don't worry about the underwear, the club's gonna cover that."

That raised an eyebrow for Julie. "What's that supposed to mean?" She followed him to the back door where he'd parked his car so no one in the neighborhood could spy him coming and going.

"Don't you worry. It'll be great. You'll have a terrific time." He walked out the door, gave a quick turn and wink, then lumbered to his car.

Julie watched him go, relieved that he was finally gone. She quickly got cleaned up, showered and dressed, putting on simple white panties and bra instead of the more sexy things she'd grown accustomed to wearing at Devon's insistence. Now was not the time to feel sexy. She needed to be... what did she need to be?

The answer wouldn't come to her as she texted Tom, telling him she'd sent Devon home, and that she wanted him to come back. They needed to talk properly. That whole fight had been utterly unfair for both of them. Tom was accusing her of completely shutting him out, and that just wasn't true. Being MIA for a whole day, discovering he was at a hotel with another woman, it was beyond stressful. She'd weighed calling the police multiple times, but knew that was overreacting. Maybe once she'd found out he was alive and off having some... whatever it was with another woman, she hadn't handled it well. Calling Devon and letting him fuck her stress and frustration away hadn't been the right thing to do.

Worse, now that she was sitting and letting the events sink in, she realized she hadn't just used Devon as a way of relieving stress. She'd felt alone. Tom had abandoned her and wouldn't answer her calls. Devon had picked up right away and come over without so much as a question. True, he was just coming over because she was offering him sex. Devon was not the empathetic type. Julie wasn't naïve enough to think that Devon actually cared about her as a person. He'd never seen her that way and whenever he tried to 'sweet talk', she never believed it. But she went along with it... because Tom liked it. And yes, she liked it too.

Julie flung herself onto the couch. Besides her underwear, she'd thrown on a t-shirt and yoga leggings which felt a bit too tight around the waist. She pulled at waistband and let it snap back. Had she started gaining weight? Maybe all the stress she was feeling, unconsciously there but just now bubbling to the surface to be acknowledged, was making her over eat or retain water or something. Or maybe she was just over thinking this because it was easier than addressing the actual issues, the big ones that were facing her and not as simple as changing her diet.

Why couldn't things be simple? Like in the beginning.

She scrubbed her hands through her hair.  

Then again, in the beginning, things hadn't been simple either...

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8 Months Ago - The Christmas Party

The memory was still vivid. Not even a full year old. Just eight months. Eight months to change her whole life. Her whole marriage. Maybe... maybe even ending her marriage. All because of that damn Christmas party.

Too much champagne and peppermint schnapps. A ball room full of coworkers and their spouses, chatting and eating from the buffets. Playing mock poker, roulette, craps. All set up for fun. Rather than money, people won prizes or entries into raffles for gift certificates or other fun things.

Julie had worn a form fitting, sparkly red dress, white stockings and a green Christmas bow headband holding back her honey curls. The dress was tighter than usual, her breasts pressed tightly together and puffing out around the low-cut neckline. Her heels were short, but even so, she was still a bit off balance thanks to all the alcohol. Tom had been far too handsy all night, obsessed with her dress and what she kept hinting she was wearing underneath.

They'd booked a room at the hotel where the Christmas party was being held so they didn't have to drive home, knowing that they most likely wouldn't be in any condition to do so. Moving around the room, Julie talked with various coworkers, introducing her husband to those that hadn't met him yet and catching up with others. Everything moved and flowed, the alcohol making the world fluid, one encounter merging into another as they laughed and talked and drank and ate.

As the night started winding down, Julie found herself at the open bar, asking for ice water. She was far too tipsy to keep drinking and if she wanted to have a fun night with her husband she needed to lay off or she'd either fall asleep once they got to the room, or worse, throw up all over her husband attempting to have sex.

"Too much Christmas spirits, huh?" The voice was gruff and for a second Julie didn't recognize the large man standing next to her. He was in a nice tux, not high end but definitely not cheap, that was tight around the waist because of the man's belly and large frame. His grin was a bit... condescending? If her brain wasn't swimming so much she'd probably say it was arrogance, but it might also just be cautious, curious callousness. The man's eyes went directly to Julie's exposed cleavage and while usually she'd be offended, the attention was actually nice.

The entire night of Tom fondling her and whispering things in her ear about what he wanted to do to her. Her own teasing whispers. The eyes of her coworkers on her figure in the slim dress. Combine that with the alcohol, and Julie was horny. Beyond horny. She was planning to jump Tom the second they got to their room. But a little flirting would have to do before that happened.

Leaning against the bar, she pressed her upper arms against her sides, pushing her chest out a bit more and making the softness of her breasts puff up over the neckline of the dress. "Far too much. But 'tis the season! Giving and joyous and all that crap." Julie giggled and took the water the bartender gave her, complete with a candy cane straw. That was a pleasant surprise.

A light chuckle emanated from the man's chest... Devon! That was his name. Head of IT. She'd met him occasionally when sending new people to get their computers and systems set up or needing troubleshooting help. He was nice enough. Not the sort you'd ask to come out after work for drinks with the team, but... non threatening.

He was a bit taller than her, despite his sort of squat frame and large waist. She glanced up playfully through her dark lashes and sensually wrapped her lips around the candy cane straw, sipping softly.

Devon quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "Lucky candy cane." He said, seemingly not afraid of being crass.

Julie snorted. "Yep." She giggled and licked it a little and gave Devon a wink. Butterflies flew in her stomach at her bold and salacious actions. If it weren't for the booze, she'd never do this. But what the hell! It was a party and most everyone here was intoxicated to one degree or another. Devon was probably as drunk as she was. He'd either remember the little flirty flash of her tongue or it would just be a fuzzy dream come the morning.

She walked away, back to where Tom was sitting at a table, his eyes wide. "What?" She asked, slipping into her chair, not bothering to pull at the hem of her dress as it rode up, exposing the little lace snowflakes at the tops of her stockings.

"Did you just..." Tom looked to Devon, whose eyes were still on her, and then back. "Did you just cock tease that man?"

"Devon." Julie provided his name, sipping innocently at her water. "And what if I did?" She teased with a grin, her red lips slightly wet and glistening, tracing them along the slowly melting candy straw.

Tom swallowed audibly and adjusted himself under the table, making Julie grin wider and continued the slightly pornographic lick and lips trace of the peppermint candy. Her husband leaned in, his hand touching her upper thigh that was exposed. "Honey... that was fucking hot."

Julie's cheeks flushed. "Really?"

"I've been hard for you all night, but seeing you do that... I don't know... I mean, I almost came in my pants." Tom chuckled.

Julie swatted his shoulder. "You're a dirty pervert, Tom Merrick." She let her thighs open a little and Tom slipped his hand a little higher below her skirt.

"Only for you." He whispered, leaning in a bit closer. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, mixing with the peppermint of her own.

"Oh? And would my dirty little pervert get excited if I went back over and kept teasing the big boy? Hmmm?" She bit at her lip, liking this arousing, taboo kinda fun. Tom and Julie weren't overly adventurous in the bedroom, but sometimes they'd roleplay or talk dirty. A few times they'd discussed other men or women. Usually it was in the context of Julie teasing Tom, pleasing another man or having some sort of lesbian encounter and making him watch. Fairly typical. But they'd never really teased with an actual person.

Tom's hand slipped higher up her thigh, the tip of his finger tracing her hidden panties. "Fuck..." He muttered.

Julie could see the fire in his eyes, and she wanted to fan it. She wanted his need to be so hot that when they got to the hotel room, he'd do things to her that would possibly make her cry. So... she slipped away from Tom's touch, stood up, not bothering to pull her skirt down even though it was still riding up around her thighs, and walked back over to Devon, swaying her hips, holding her drink and eye fucking the girthy man as she seductively sucked on her peppermint straw....

-- --

If you asked Julie how she and Tom ended up back in their hotel room with Devon... she wouldn't be able to tell the story the same way twice. In one version, it would simply be her flirting with Devon for a few minutes before asking if he wanted to experience what her straw was experiencing. Or maybe he came back to the table with her, and Tom offered to let Devon have a surprise Christmas gift.

She did know that when Devon had excused himself to go to the restroom at one point, leaving her alone with her husband, she'd sobered up enough to tell Tom that maybe they were going too far with this game. It was just supposed to be teasing.

"Babe, it's okay. Let's just... I don't know... live a little. We've fantasized, let's just give this a shot. It's Christmas. Just have some quick fun and then... I guess if we don't like it, then it's not really a big deal. I'm not asking you to sleep with him. Just..." Tom shrugged and blushed. "Just give him a blow job or something..."

Julie glared, but she couldn't deny the feeling of... curiosity. She'd been wound tight all night, and she desperately needed some release. If this was what would get Tom going and get her the fucking she was craving, then... why not?

So they'd ended up in the room, Tom sitting in a chair watching as Julie squatted down in front of Devon as he sat down on the bed and began unbuckling his pants. "You'd better not spread this around the office." Julie half teased and half warned. Her eyes were serious. Whatever inebriation she'd had before coming to the room had mostly worn off because of the seriousness of the situation.

"Who'd believe me?" Devon grinned. "Besides, I'd probably get kicked to the fucking curb if I started talking like that."

It was true. The office had a no tolerance policy for sexual harassment and if Devon started talking about getting a blow job from one of his coworkers, true or not, he'd be out on his fat ass.

Julie brushed back loose curls of hair from her face and started pulling down Devon's slacks, exposing Star Wars boxers that made her want to laugh. Thankfully, she managed to keep her composure and grabbed the waistband and pulled them down, fully expecting to find a small bulbous little member... instead a massive limb tumbled out of his boxers and Julie gasped, eyes going comically wide.

Devon grinned wider, that hidden arrogance showing clear as day. "Not what you expected, huh?" He asked, and without a single hint of shame, reached down and grabbed hold of the base, flopping the appendage around. Julie's eyes followed like a magnet.

"Uh... oh I..." Julie looked over to Tom and saw his eyes were as wide as hers, but she also saw his hand on his crotch rubbing firmly at the scene before him.

Fuck, what had she gotten herself into? Taking a deep breath, Julie brought her attention back to Devon. "It's... definitely not what I thought I'd be dealing with."

Devon laughed. "Well, let's see how you can handle a fat dick." He leaned back on his hands, watching Julie eagerly. "Why don't you pull that top down? I've been dying to see your tits all night. I think everyone at the office has."

Julie glared. Devon's crass attitude was off-putting, but he wasn't wrong. She knew people looked at her. She wasn't the most attractive girl in the office, but she was definitely in the top tier of those that got ogled when people thought you weren't looking. Her eyes darted back to Tom, wondering if he was gonna be okay with her exposing herself. They'd only talked about her giving him a blow job, not showing off her body.

Tom was just in a trance, watching and grabbing hold of himself like some obsessed teenager.

With a reluctant sigh, Julie reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, exposing the surprise lingerie she'd purchased for tonight. For Tom. Now it seemed like it was going to be for Devon too. She'd chosen a red and white teddy, candy cane themed. The straps over her shoulders were red, the bra cups trimmed along the top in white lace and the bottom half sheer red. Stretching down along her stomach, the teddy had little red bows along the front, the body of it white lace coming down to a slim thong bottom and the backing all sheer red that matched the bottom half of the bra cups. It clung tightly to her body and pressed her breasts up, making them even perkier than usual.

Julie shimmied the dress down and instead of just the top half, she took it all off, standing and quickly stepping out to reveal the full lingerie. She heard Tom gasp and blushed in embarrassment. This was supposed to be a treat for him, but now there was another set of eyes on her. Devon's groans were lewd and slightly uncomfortable at how lustful they were.

"Fuck! You really go all out on Christmas, huh?" Devon grinned and his eyes darted to Tom for a second, his hand still on his cock, stroking it in front of Julie as if to entice her. "Or maybe I'm getting a little treat? A treat that was supposed to be for hubby?"

Tom gave a choking cough.

That was all the confirmation Devon needed to know he was apparently not just getting a fun Christmas present, but also intruding on something a bit more special. Julie wasn't sure how she felt about it, but she had already come this far and she was burning up inside. She needed release, and this seemed like the best way to get it. Devon would get a fun one-off experience and then she and Tom could fuck like elves after Santa left the workshop.

Julie got back to her knees.

"Wait... spin around, I wanna see your ass," Devon said.

Julie looked up at him sternly. "You've gotten enough of a look. This isn't a strip show. Now do you want me to..."

"Fine, fine." Devon rolled his eyes, but kept his cocky grin. "Go ahead." He winked.

She put her hands on Devon's cock and shivered. The feel of it was heavy, hot. A pulsing feeling echoed through the skin and through her hands as she tightened her grip. The cock was already hardening in her hands, just from her touch. Devon groaned, feeling the warmth of her palms around him. "Fuck that's nice." He muttered and Julie blushed. She'd given Tom hand jobs and blow jobs plenty of times, and he'd always reacted favorably, but something about the way Devon said it stirred feelings inside Julie. Something primal and frightening.

With slow strokes, she moved her hands up and down along his length, feeling it hardening more and more with every movement. The head was thick and purple and bulbous. Veins ran along the shaft, pumping the blood into it to make it firm. Maybe she could just get him off this way. No mouth. But it was clear Devon had control over himself. He was breathing steadily and watching Julie eagerly and patiently. The man knew he was lucky that this was happening, and he wasn't going to push his luck, at least not too far.

Tom was watching her from his chair, his hand inside his slacks now, rubbing himself as he watched Julie stroking another man's cock. The reluctance in her eyes was clear, but she wasn't doing anything that she wasn't choosing to do. Her husband wanted this, and she was willing to make the fantasy happen. The feeling of his eyes on her made Julie feel more bold, if still nervous.

Leaning in, she looked up at Devon. Meeting his eyes, she flicked her tongue out, and it slid along the glistening slit of his penis. The room filled with the sounds of moans; from her husband and from Devon and from herself. Devon's taste was bitter and salty, almost tangy. The feeling of his pre-cum on her tongue made a chill run through her whole body, her nipples hardening and the heat between her legs increasing and making the lace feel damp against her lightly hairy pussy. She'd trimmed for tonight, considered shaving completely, but hadn't wanted to go through so much trouble.

In for a penny. Julie thought and moved back to kiss the tip softly, letting her lips linger against his skin and then slipping her mouth open a little wider to take in his head, tongue sliding along the underside and licking against his frenulum as she engulfed the full mushroom of his cock.

"God fuck!" Devon groaned and watched with a clenched jaw.

Julie met his gaze and sucked gently, letting him feel the vacuum created inside her mouth, her tongue lapping at the underside of his head, stimulating it, urging his erection to new firmness. Devon was breathing heavily through his nose and watching intently as a married woman swallowed his cock.

Her eyes darted to Tom, now clearly stroking himself inside his slacks. It made her even more excited. Wanting to show off to her husband, and maybe to show Devon how talented she was. The idea of giving him this experience and knowing he'd never get it again, but having to face her at work every day was intoxicating and so fucking taboo that she felt her pussy moisten even further.

Hand wrapped around his base, she put the other on his heavy balls and began massaging them as she suckled at his cock head before swallowing more. An inch. Another. She groaned around his girth and began moving up and down, dragging her lips and flicking her rough tongue against his shaft and tip. She let her lips move up and off, kissing the tip and licking around it hungrily and then swallowing it again, deeper each time.  

"AAHHH fuck!" Devon gasped, hand reaching and gently pressing against the back of Julie's head. There was a hesitance in his grip, unsure if he should push things further for fear he might ruin things. He pushed Julie down gently and she allowed him to, his cock reaching the back of her throat and pressing hard, making her gag slightly, only half his length inside and more burning to sink into her throat.

She let go of his cock and put her hands on his thick, hairy thighs and let her eyes drift up to look at Devon as he pressed her down further and further. She allowed her throat to open, swallowing more even as her breath was cut off and her throat resisted the penetration. Eyes watering, she gagged lightly and felt spit bubbling around her lips and dripping along Devon's shaft to his balls, falling from them onto the tops of her breasts.

"Yes... yes fucking take it... come on, I know you can," Devon groaned and pressed further until... The head slipped past the tight muscles and down her throat.

Julie went down to the hilt, her nose pressed to his sweaty pubic hair and wet balls against her chin as she took every inch of the monster cock into her mouth.

"Holy shit!" Tom muttered from somewhere far away. Julie couldn't place where her husband was anymore as she swallowed this behemoth of a penis. Breaths came sharply through her nose, the smell of Devon's sweaty musk filling her head and senses as he held her down firmly, but not hard enough that she couldn't escape if she needed to. He was being dominant, but not forceful. It made Julie even more aroused, nipples so hard they ached and her pussy burning.

Gripping her hair, Devon guided Julie up and down, only letting half his cock out before pressing her back down. It was a steady rhythm. Sensual and erotic. Her lips dragged and gripped against his skin, his head slipping past her throat over and over, tongue lapping at his shaft, tasting more and more pre-cum as the pace increased just enough for more friction.

"Yeah... fuuuuck yeah, like that, baby. Let's put on a good show." Devon encouraged. "Look at Tom. Look at him with my cock in your mouth."

Her eyes went to her husband, and she saw a desperate lust. The only other time she'd seen him so needy and aroused was on their honeymoon when she'd revealed herself to him for the first time. Now he was looking at her like that again, but more heatedly.

"She looks so fucking good with my cock in her mouth, Tom. Fuck, she's good! Man, you're lucky. Oh, shit yes... suck it Julie. I want you to swallow my cum." Devon's words were soft, scratchy, authoritative.

All Julie could do was moan, swallowing him over and over. His sweaty spit dripping balls slapping her chin and his pubic hair rubbing against her nose and cheeks as she took every inch.

"Yeah... yeah... fuck, watch your wife swallow my cum, Tom." Devon arched off the bed, his ass lifting and clenching and his hand tight in Julie's hair. She could feel his pulse quickening and his cock pulsing.

"Fuck. Fuck! Oh, shit, swallow my fucking cum, you married whore." Devon grunted loudly and suddenly he was spurting into Julie's throat. Thick, hot shots making her gag as they went straight down into her stomach, filling her mouth. There was so much. So. Fucking. Much. Julie had never experienced a cum load this big or potent.

Devon thrust up as he ejaculated, grunting like an animal, unloading everything he had into Julie's mouth and throat. To her credit, despite the bitter taste, she swallowed. Gulp after gulp of the thick warm protein Devon was shooting, until finally he collapsed back onto the bed breathing like he'd just run a 10K.

Julie pulled her mouth back slow, letting her lips move over Devon's shaft and sucking up any drop that had escaped. She slid her lips off and kissed the tip, gathering up the last little drop of cum and then looked over at Tom, opening her mouth to show the white slick coating and then swallowed it with a sultry lick of her lips.

Things moved quickly after that. Devon didn't overstay his welcome. He pulled up his pants. Said thanks, and left. As soon as the door closed, Tom was on her. Julie fell back onto the bed as Tom pushed her roughly, pulling down the top of her teddy to expose her breasts.

"Fuck, Julie. Fuck, I can't believe you did that." He growled, grabbing hold of her breasts and squeezing firm and almost painfully, so hard that the next morning she'd have faint bruises.

"You like me being a mouth slut for that fat slob?" Julie groaned, the pain in her chest only overcome by the pleasure of feeling Tom pressing himself against her crotch.

"You were fucking beautiful. God, you looked good with a cock in your mouth." He let go of her breasts and grabbed her thighs, pushing them up so she was doubled over, the thong bottom of her teddy stretching tight to her sex.

"Even though it wasn't your cock? It was fucking huge, Tom. And he came so much, I don't think I'm going to be hungry for breakfast." Julie grinned devilishly, and it drove Tom further over the edge with desire.

He was ripping his belt off... and to Julie's surprise, he wrapped it around her wrists over her head. "Tom?" She was confused for a second and a little scared, but then she saw the lust in his eyes, all over his face, and when he pulled open his slacks, she gasped at how hard he was. He was dark purple and throbbing. The erection was no doubt painful, and she knew there was no stopping her husband. And she didn't want to.

Pushing her legs up, dangling over her head and doubled over so her privates were on full display and easily accessed, Tom pulled the lace aside and gazed at Julie's swollen mound. She was so aroused, dripping, glistening, pink with desire. Tom dove in and pressed his mouth hard against her, making her yelp when his tongue dove inside her burning tunnel, nose rubbing her clit, and breath so hot it made her shiver.

"Tom... oh fuck... fuck Tom, please I'm gonna... I'm going to..." She was gasping out each word, unable to breathe properly from his assault.

"Fucking cum!" He grunted and went back to eating rough and deep.

She didn't last longer than another minute after his words. Her arms over her head, tied, and breasts bouncing and heaving as her legs hung over her, she moaned and came hard on her husband's tongue. Squeezing it. Feeling him dart in and out fast, slurping up her wetness.

Before her orgasm could even subside, Tom was over her, squatting down and thrusting his bare cock all the way to the hilt into her pussy.

"OH HOLY FUCK!" Julie screamed and came again instantly. Her muscles squeezing against Tom as he began to ram into her, balls slapping her ass over and over, loud and crewed as she was doubled over under him. He grabbed hold of her tits and squeezed as he fucked her raw and hard and relentless.

"Tom! Tom please oh god fuuuuuuuuck!" She cried out again, sobbing at the pleasure and the pain and the pure want for her husband. "Fucking cum inside me honey, please please fuuuuuuck!"

"Yeah... oh shit fuck, take my cock, you whore. Sucking another man's cock in front of me. Fuck! And swallowing his cum!"

"He came more than you. So much more. Fuck, I wanna know what it's like to feel that much cum in my little cunt!" She didn't know where the words were coming from, but the dirty talk and the heightened sense of taboo were overcoming them both. They were in a whole other world.

"You cheating little bitch. Fuck.... Oh, holy fuck! Julie... fuck honey, I'm..." He was tensing up and thrusting hard and deep, bruising her ass as he rammed.

"Cum! Cum inside my cheating little pussy!" She looked up at him with pure need, and then she felt it.

"OHHHH FUCKING SHIIIT YESSSSS." Tom groaned and began shooting his load inside her and she rode the wave with him, her third orgasm washing over her as his semen shot deep.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck Tom, I love you! Please, please oh God!" She was aching for more of him and he gave it to her. Even as he was cumming, he rammed hard making the whole bed shake and her whole body stiffen in pleasure.

"I love you! Oh, holy fuck, I love you!" Tom gasped and leaned down, kissing hard, bruising Julie's lips as they came.

Minutes later, they collapsed. Tom undid the belt and their arms wrapped around each other. Julie cuddled tightly against her husband's chest, feeling his cum dripping from her as she listened to his ragged breaths. That was easily the best sex they had ever had. They held each other tight, basking in the glow of their mutual pleasure and the taboo of what they'd just done. A fun one-off experience they could file away...

But... that wasn't the end. It was only the beginning...

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Julie's hand was down her leggings, rubbing her pussy furiously at the memory. Not just of the first time she'd given Devon a blow job, that was erotic on its own, but how intense the sex with Tom had been after. He'd taken her. Used her. Pounded her to the point she was bruised and sore the next morning. She had loved it. She'd even had to take a pregnancy test despite being on birth control a little while later.

The whole affair had been intoxicating. But she'd never imagined what it would become.

She pushed her fingers past her panties and into her wet pussy, remembering how Tom had thrust, ramming into her over and over, making her cry. When was the last time he'd done that...

When was the last time she'd let him?

Tears came to her eyes as she fingered herself. She'd cut Tom off, not just a month ago if she was being honest, but months before that, when she'd started exploring beyond what they'd originally agreed. How could she be upset with Tom when she'd gone behind his back first? When she'd been in multiple threesomes. Done things with girls that she and Tom had only whispered about. Had been filled in both holes, ass and pussy, by Devon and some... other man. Fuck, she'd never learned his name!

Her fingers rammed deep and she grit her teeth at the wash of pleasure and pain.

Tom had driven her into Devon's arms. But she'd jumped off the knife's edge they were walking and went into the deep ocean of depravity that Devon offered. She couldn't tell Tom that, of course. They were already on rocky ground right now. Revealing that she'd done other things, besides just having sex with Devon outside his view, would just become a mega quake that would decimate their marriage.

She didn't want that...

But... but then what was she supposed to do? Keep it all a secret? Could she do that? Could what she'd done stay hidden?

Doubtful.

It would come out somehow. Some time. If they managed to patch things up, maybe remove Devon from the equation, he might send the videos and pictures as revenge. Did she think Devon would risk prosecution for revenge porn? Maybe. The guy was fairly savvy with computers and the internet. He might make it look like someone hacked him and put them up online or sent them to Tom.

Fuck. Had she really let herself fall so deep into Devon's sexual realm that she'd overlooked how horrible things could go? They were already falling apart. Tom had left. He'd been broken and she hadn't even noticed. Was that all her fault? No. If Tom had spoken up...

Her fingers were rubbing up inside, trying to force an orgasm quickly.

She didn't want to consider the fact that... if Tom had spoken up about what he was feeling, Julie might not have cared. Or not so much, 'not cared' as brushed aside his feelings and probably told him to man up. To not be such a sissy. She never really looked at him in the full context of a cuck. Tom wasn't weak, but he'd allowed himself to get overrun by his desires. They'd clouded his judgement. That had been obvious since the first time he'd watched Julie and Devon have penetrative sex. She'd seen it in his eyes. And she'd been driven utterly crazy by that look.

When had that changed? When had things changed from her wanting desperately to see the look in Tom's eyes as she was pleasing Devon and getting pleasure from the fat lard, to simply taking what she wanted? It was taboo and exciting and in so many ways wrong, but felt so good. But it had always been the look on Tom's face, the sight of him jerking off, watching her so intently like she was his own personal porn star, that had driven her wild. But somewhere along the line, she'd stopped looking for him.

Even the other night... when she'd looked over to the chair where he had been sitting, it had been more of a coincidence than on purpose. The position, the way she was laying and getting used, her eyes had just fallen there. And though she'd wondered where he'd gone, she dismissed his absence just as quickly.

"Ahhh! AHHHH!!!!" Julie arched off the couch, thrusting her fingers in over and over, finally making herself reach the peak. Shuddering hard and clamping down on her fingers, she came, flooding her panties and her leggings, the wet slick feeling warm and potent.

She clenched her thighs together around her hand and let the orgasm rush through her. Trying to envision Tom. Her husband. How he'd been that first night that everything began to change. But now all she saw, instead of the lust and desire and love in his eyes, was the hurt. How broken her husband was when they'd fought and he'd left.

Oh dear god, he left.

I should have run after him. Who fucking cares if I was naked. I should have pulled him back. I should have kept him here and... and... fucking kicked Devon out and made love to my husband! When's the last time we actually did that? Made love. Not just sex. Not just fucking. But looked in each other's eyes as we were united and felt that same feeling we did on our wedding night. On the night he proposed. When we first kissed.

How could I have let this all go so far and fall apart so fast?

Julie started sobbing, hand still between her legs like a child with their hand trapped in a cookie jar. Like Tom, she'd let her desires get the best of her. She'd fallen for Devon. Not in a way that she thought would end in any sort of actual relationship, but she didn't want to give up the new experiences. She didn't want to go back to just plain old Julie. The one-man woman. Her body longed for more, and so did her mind. But her heart... oh, her heart still belonged to Tom...

But she'd lost him. There was no doubt about it. Tom wasn't going to come back on his own, and Julie didn't know what to do or say to make things right. Whatever right looked like.

As her orgasm subsided, Julie reached for her phone. It had fallen to the floor in her thrashing and pulled up Tom's number.

She may not have known what to do to get back to normal. Or right. But leaving things as they were wasn't an option, either. They had to start somewhere.

The phone rang. She didn't expect Tom would pick up. It was clear he needed space and, for better or worse, she needed to give it to him. Even if he'd been unfair, she'd been cruel. So... they were both assholes. It was as simple as that.

Tom's voicemail played and then beeped. "Tom..." Her voice came out strained. "I... listen, I'm sorry about... well, about what I said. And... I don't know, maybe about everything. Things are just so tangled. But I don't want to leave it like this. We need to talk. To work this out. I'll give you the time you need, but please don't just... don't just ghost me. I'm not going anywhere. Call me or text me whenever. I'll meet you anywhere, anytime. We can talk about everything. Please... just... let's not let this fall apart. Okay? Just let me know you got this message, even if it's just a thumbs up emoji or whatever. Please let me know you're okay. I love you, honey. Maybe you don't believe that right now, but I do. So... just... just don't leave." She couldn't find any other words after the last and ended the call before she started sobbing again.

Laying back on the couch, she stared up at the ceiling, trying to push out all thoughts and feelings. They were too jumbled to understand. She needed clarity. For a long time, she lay like that, quietly and still. Time slipped by fast, the day spinning by like it was on fast forward.

At nine o'clock, her phone buzzed.

Hand shaking, she lifted it and looked at the message.

"????♥️"

More tears slipped down Julie's cheeks. It wasn't much. But it was a start.