Cuckold Consequences - Ch. 06

The taunt had clearly thrown Tom off balance. Hurt flashed across his face. Carrie suppressed a giggle. She'd caught on to what Gwen was going to do fairly quickly. After what she'd just described, being put down and humiliated in order to overcome her insecurities, it was obvious Gwen was going to pull the same thing on Tom. Maybe Tom hadn't been listening or was too distracted by his own thoughts or the television, but he was at a loss for words as Gwen looked at him innocently, hand rubbing up under his shirtsleeve.

"What? Carrie told me about last night. And... I suppose she just didn't want to embarrass you. Being a bit drunk and all. Your performance just wasn't up to her sort of standard."

That was a blatant lie. The look on Tom's face, from confusion to anger, told Carrie clearly that he knew it was a lie. It had to be. Carrie had told him it was good. And she wasn't one to sugarcoat or lie about things. And besides, how would Gwen know anyway? Who was she to speak up and say something like that? It was written all over Tom's face. He would be a terrible poker player.

Carrie read the emotions on Tom's face and felt the reaction in his crotch. He got turned on by humiliation. Somewhere along the way, his wires had crossed, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. But now it wasn't fun for him anymore. The dynamic he had with his wife had become toxic. His kinks weren't the problem. The problem was that he wasn't able to speak up for himself within his own marriage. His emotions were bottled up and restrained. He'd been beaten down and was left in a deep hole with no way out.

Gwen was lowering a ladder.

"Listen Tom. It's okay. You just need to realize that some men... they just deserve more. They've got the bigger dicks. Better stamina. There's no shame in being second or third." Gwen moved her hand from his shoulder and patted him on the back, standing up. "Most men can't satisfy women, anyway. That's why they become husbands. So they can have that whole sense of superiority in a relationship."

Tom's hand shot out and grabbed Gwen's wrist. "Stop it." He muttered.

"What was that, Tom?" Gwen put a hand to her ear as if she couldn't hear him. "Were you telling me to stop telling you the truth? That you deserve to be sitting in a chair? To just watch someone better make sure your wife is pleased?" The way she was mocking him threw Carrie off completely. Sure, she'd picked up that Gwen was going to tease, but damn, the woman was good! She looked wicked and condescending, almost disgusted with Tom as he kept his grip on her wrist.

"That... that's not true." Tom grit his teeth.

"Oh, Tommy boy." She leaned in and patted his cheek, making him flinch back. "It's absolutely true. Maybe you got a little lucky last night with Carrie, being drunk and all. But I've always known... you're a limp dick..."

Tom was on his feet. Carrie jumped back, watching as Tom grabbed Gwen's other wrist and pushed her against the wall. It wasn't overly violent, but Gwen gasped nonetheless. Tom was breathing hard, the look on his face pained and furious. "I'm not..."

"Tommy boy and his limp little toy, could never bring a lovely lady joy." Gwen practically spat the school yard rhyme at Tom, making his eyes bulge and a vein stand out on his neck as his gaze drilled into her disgusted, indifferent glare.

Carrie watched closely from her place on the bed, ready to jump in should this take a turn. Gwen might be trying to push Tom to stand up for himself, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable of violence. They'd fucked hard last night, and she'd seen hidden rage in his eyes. Sometimes people snapped.

"You think I'm limp?" Tom growled.

"You said it yourself. You couldn't get your little toy to stand up for your wife." Gwen's lips pressed into a sour line. She might have been good at acting, but Carrie could tell these words didn't come naturally to the woman and it was like sucking a lemon to say them.

Tom's jaw tensed, flexed, his hands on Gwen's wrists pinning them next to her against the wall. His lip twitched up into a sneer. Could he tell what Gwen was doing? Carrie couldn't read his expression. All she saw was anger and pent up sexual and emotional frustration.

He let go of Gwen's wrists, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her down. Her back slid against the wall until she was squatting down in front of him, face even with his jeans. "I'm not fucking limp." He muttered and there was such vitriol simmering in his words that Carrie's breath caught as she watched him undo his button and zipper and pulled out his cock.

It was ramrod straight. Thick. Raging red-purple. Gwen kept her eyes up, looking at Tom, challenging him. Pushing him. She was showing him defiance, and he needed to push past that wall. Not because she was saying no. No, always had to be respected. Carrie was a firm believer in that and she knew Gwen was too. But Tom needed to push past this sort of humiliating defiance. To realize he was worthy.

Carrie licked her lips, seeing Tom's throbbing cock.

"Does this look limp?" Tom whispered, staring down at Gwen.

"I'll bet it's not as big as the man that's fucking your wife." Gwen smiled.

Tom started to shake. His hand tangled itself into auburn locks and pulled, so Gwen's chin jerked up and she was facing him. He moved her closer to his cock and smacked her across the face with it with a loud slap. "I'm." Slap. "Not." Slap. "Fucking." Slap. "Limp!" He gripped Gwen's hair and pulled her forward, pressing her closed lips to his cock head. She resisted opening.

"Does that make you feel big?" Gwen hissed. "Slapping a woman with that toy? Hm?"

"Open the fuck up." Tom grunted.

"Is that what you want, Tommy boy? To take something? Give me a few slaps. Make me feel less? Or do you want to earn it? Earn my mouth. My pussy. All of me. Make me want it. Make me want to give it to you," Gwen whispered, her lips started to trail along his length. Her glaring eyes were filled with sensual desire. "Don't be a dick, Tom." She softly kissed along the underside of his cock, making him groan. Soft, warm pressings of her lips against his throbbing vein. "Be in charge. Take control. But don't..." She looked up at him as the tip of her tongue slowly trailed along his frenulum. "Be a dick."

A measure of control seemed to come back to Tom. His posture was still stiff, muscles tensed and coiled, but some of the heat had slipped from his gaze.

Carrie got up from the bed, taking a step towards the two. "Don't be a coward." She said, starting to pull her sweater off. "Cowards take things. That whole macho manly shit is nothing but a coverup for insecure little boys. Are you a little boy? Hm Tommy?" Carrie tossed her sweater aside, her breasts bouncing in her leopard print bra. The same one Tom had seen last night.

His eyes were transfixed on her chest, and Carrie felt a shiver of pleasure. "Well, Tommy boy? Are you a fucking coward?"

Tom stared back at her, unsure what to do. She could see his mind racing. His thoughts getting locked in a traffic jam. Below him, Gwen continued to trace her lips and tongue along his cock. Smooth motions that made his member pulse and bounce.

"No..." Tom whispered after a long, uncomfortable moment.

Carrie came forward, leaning in to press her chest against Tom's back. She ran her hands along his sides, finding the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up to expose his skin. Pressing her bra clad breasts against him and her breath hot on his neck as she came close, giving his neck the same soft kisses as Gwen was giving his penis. "I don't think you're a coward, Tom." She let the tip of her tongue trace along the back of his neck. "I just think you like watching superior men please deserving women."

Her hand reached around him. Carrie could feel him trembling as he put his hands on the wall to steady himself, trapped now between the two women. Circling her hand around Tom's base, she held onto his cock and tried to suppress a moan at how good it felt. She'd had plenty of experiences in her life, big and thick and all sorts of curves, but she hadn't been lying when she'd said Tom's cock was perfect. It was just slightly curved. It had a perfect thickness to hold in her palm. And she knew how it felt inside her. This penis was art. And she could enjoy it all day.

Tom groaned, feeling her hand take hold of him as she continued whispering. "Sometimes a man's place is in the chair in the corner. Stroking their little toys..." She moved her hand up and down his length slowly. All the while, Gwen continued to give his tip butterfly kisses and gentle kitten licks. "Do you really think this..." She bounced his dick, making it tap against Gwen's pursed lips. Soft little smacking kisses. "That this cock can please a woman? Let alone two women like Devon did?"

That had been surprising when Tom told them about how the man he and Julie had invited into their bedroom had taunted him with videos. It wasn't unheard of in the realm of cuckolding, but still. Tom had been clearly beaten down and demeaned to a point that was cruel more than it was erotic and playful. And Julie hadn't told him. She'd kept it a secret. That, in Carrie's opinion, was just wrong. Tom deserved better. Even if she hadn't slept with him and knew how good he was in bed, as a friend, Carrie knew Tom was worth more than how he was being treated. Kink or no kink. Cruelty was simply that, cruel.

Gwen allowed her teeth to graze along the underside of Tom's cock as Carrie held it tight, head tilted to the side looking up at him with a piercing gaze. "Are you a coward, Tom?" Gwen breathed, letting her tongue flick against him. "Are you man enough to please two women? Can you be brave? Can you be in charge? Hmmm?" She gave his tip a kiss, and Carrie watched the glistening string of Tom's pre-cum drip along her lips.

Tom was shaking. Hands flat against the wall like he was being frisked by a police officer. Carrie could feel his harsh, ragged breaths through his back. The tenseness of his muscles. She brought her other hand around and touched his cheek. A small reassurance in the midst of their demeaning words. Leaning closer, getting on her toes to reach his ear, Carrie whispered. "Take control Tom. Like you did last night." Her lips gripped his earlobe and sucked gently. "Own. Us."

They were frozen together. Gwen squatting down, mouth exploring Tom's cock. Tom in the middle, stiff and stone still as a war raged in his mind over what he should do, how he should feel, if he was worthy of anything at all. Carrie behind, pressing herself against him, hand on him, keeping his penis directed towards Gwen's lips. Their breaths were deep, heated, tense.

Finally, Tom moved a hand from the wall down to Gwen's chin. He looked down at her with a strange mixture of blank desire and strained guilt. Carrie felt bad for him. How badly had he been brought down? Everything he'd shared and still she could tell that was just the surface of what had been done to him and to his marriage. Other men would have been jumping at the chance to do what Carrie and Gwen were offering. But Tom... it was clear Tom didn't feel like he deserved anything at all.

Carrie's heart ached. She wasn't much for relationships or heart to hearts. Hell, she was somewhat emotionally stunted. But she wasn't incapable of empathy or sympathy. Tom was her friend. A good coworker. He was a good person. She nuzzled the tip of her nose against Tom's back, between his shoulder blades. Traced her lips along his spine.

He was breathing deep. His hand cupped Gwen's jaw, gently, almost tenderly. Her eyes met his conflicted stare, and she smiled sweetly. Carrie held his cock and pointed it towards Gwen's mouth just as Tom guided her forward. Wordlessly encouraging her.

"That's better." Gwen breathed and opened her mouth, letting Tom's cock slip past her warm lips, tightly closing around his mushroom rim.

"Oh God," Tom muttered, a deep breathless gasp as he felt Gwen swallowing him. Carrie could tell she was moving her tongue, lapping at his cock head. She knew how he tasted. The flush in Gwen's cheeks told her she liked it just as much as she had.

Carrie slipped the straps of her bra off and quickly unhooked it, tossing it aside so she could press her bare breasts against Tom's back. Letting her nipples rub over his muscles as she stroked the base of his cock, letting Gwen take her time moving her mouth over him. Her lips gripping and sliding along his length, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling and taste. Carre licked along the back of Tom's neck, every few inches kissing, sucking gently, almost enough that if she continued, he'd develop a hickey.

"Does Tommy Boy think he can handle us?" She whispered, sultry and dangerous. "Hm? Are you man enough? Or do you want to just sit in the corner? Maybe watch me and Gwen have some fun?"

Tom moaned, his face starting to contort in pleasure as they stimulated him. Gwen started to pull Tom's pants down. Carrie moved her free hand to his ass and gripped it with her nails. "Come on Tommy. Show us that you're a man." Carrie growled. She was doing her best to take Gwen's lead, though she wasn't experienced like Gwen was in this sort of thing. Sure, she'd done some dirty, kinky talk in the bedroom before, but this seemed different. Tom was on edge, teetering between true humiliation and self defeat and possibly grabbing hold of his life and taking at least some measure of his self esteem back.

He turned his head, looking back at Carrie. She leaned closer over his shoulder and brought her lips to his. Kissing. Mouth to mouth. Opening slightly to feel his tongue. Fuck, it felt good. Carrie's heart was racing. She was sure Tom could feel it echoing through his back. Gwen let out a soft moan below them as she swallowed more of Tom's length.

When their lips parted, Carrie stayed close. She traced her lips along his ear cheek.

"Wh... why don't... you get down and help her?" Tom's voice was gravely, strained. His eyes met Carrie's and she grinned.

"Oh? Are you asking Tommy? Or telling?" There was a challenge in her voice, in her eyes.

Tom narrowed his gaze. "Get down and help her." It wasn't like before when he was trying to force Gwen to open her mouth. That had been a gruff and emotionless order. The sort of thing an insecure man who wanted to feel superior would do. This was a command, but more gentle, more controlled. And Carrie felt heat bubble up between her thighs at the sultry, hard sound of Tom's words.

She nodded, kissed him slowly again on the mouth and then slid down to her knees behind him.

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I felt like I was in heaven, but inside I was burning up like my soul had been dragged down to hell. It was bad enough that I'd had sex with Carrie before... essentially cheating on Julie. Now... holy shit now...

I stared down at Gwen, her lips gliding over my cock, and the feel of her tongue swirling along me had me shaking. It was intense. Warm. Her tongue rough and wet and so fucking skilled it was insane. And then Carrie was there, below me, between my thighs, and I felt her tongue slowly glide along my taint, towards my balls and nip at the skin, making me gasp in pain.

Two women... fuck, two women were worshiping my cock! Was this how it had felt for Devon? The videos he'd sent me were only partial clips. Little sneak peaks. But I'd seen enough to know that he'd gotten similar treatment, though this seemed more... more...

I couldn't think. Fuck, how could anyone think when their cock was down a woman's throat and your balls were being lapped at and sucked on by another?

My brain was short circuiting. It was a wonder I was able to stay hard with how many places my mind was wandering off to. Thoughts of Julie... how I was betraying her. But... she'd betrayed me first.

We never discussed what you could do. Maybe if you'd asked...

Those words echoed. They were loud clanging gongs. Scraping nails on a chalkboard. It seemed like Julie felt she was entitled to do whatever she wanted. And I... little old me, had to ASK for permission. How was that fair? How was any of this fair?

I gasped when Gwen took every inch down her throat and Carrie swallowed my balls, encompassing my entire cock. The feeling was painful. Tight. Warm. And so fucking amazing, I felt like I was going to collapse. My heart was still pounding, blood still raging from the things they'd said to me. How they'd teased and pressed my buttons... just like Devon. Some of those words... they bit deep. They had venomous teeth. It's why I grabbed Gwen. I'd never hurt her, but... fuck, she was being harsh... too close to home. I was so tired of getting beaten down. It was bad enough I'd been reduced to nothing in my own home. But to hear those words from a trusted friend and coworker...

Gwen dug her nails into my thighs, nose pressed to my crotch, taking my cock deeply. Carrie was under me, hands on my ass, doing the same, squeezing hard into my flesh and lapping at the balls in her mouth, gargling them lewdly.

"Oh, holy fuck!" I groaned. There was no way I was going to be able to stand much longer. But I didn't want this to stop. I couldn't let it stop.

Was this part of the challenge? I may not have fully been listening to what Gwen was saying about her 'lessons', the video on the television was too familiar and distracting, but I'd caught enough to know that she'd been humiliated as well and had found a way to claw back her self respect.

I reached down, hand in Gwen's soft hair and my other going to Carrie's short white hair. "Fuck... girls... er... C... Carrie... Gwen... oh god fuck I'm gonna... I can't..." Stupid. Pathetic. How could I be so overwhelmed I couldn't form words?

Gwen removed my cock from her mouth with a deep gasp, strands of spit dripping down her chin. "What? Can't you handle this? Surely Tommy boy can handle a little blow job. Huh? Or maybe that's why Julie decided to cut you off? Couldn't last?"

Everything was red. The cool challenge in Gwen's eyes was as hard as emerald. I gripped her hair harder, making her suck in a breath. Carrie released my balls and moved to kneel behind me, hands gripping my ass. "Yeah Tom? Hm? Think you can last long enough to please us? Or are we going to have to go somewhere else to get what we need?"

I wanted to scream. Their words were so similar. So like Devon and Julie. It was like daggers to my heart. To my gut. My already brittle pride, being crushed.

My anger was bubbling over and I wanted to take back control. But I didn't want to be Devon. I didn't want to be a beast, ravaging the hen house and leaving nothing but blood and feathers behind. The girls were looking up, eyes full of lust and defiance. Waiting. Patiently.

The fury began to dampen from an inferno to a simmer. Gwen and Carrie weren't trying to hurt me... dear god. In some strange twisted way, they were trying to help. Offering themselves. Their bodies. To me. To fix me. What does a person do with that sort of knowledge?

"Get on the bed." I breathed. My thighs were still shaking. My cock dripped spit and saliva along my thighs and balls.

Gwen grinned and Carrie let out a quick chuckle before they both got up and went to the bed, climbing on next to each other on all fours, asses out towards me and looking over their shoulders. "Like this?" Gwen asked with a sickeningly sweet, taunting voice, wiggling her behind.

I'd seen it the other day. It was round and perfect. Carrie's was a bit smaller, but just as tight in her jeans. Both girls were presenting their rear ends to me, legs open slightly as they remained on all fours on the bed.

"Well?" Gwen goaded. "You've got us this far Tom... or do you still want to be little old Tommy Boy who doesn't know how to please a woman?" She wiggled her hips.

My fists were tight at her words. Remembering that last time with Julie... how I'd faltered. Grown soft. Let all of it finally get to me, worm its way deep to the point that... what made me aroused made me sick. I hadn't realized it at the time. It seemed like it was just the natural progression of things. Submitting to the fact that I couldn't please my wife anymore. Someone else had to step in.

I remembered afterward. Devon left. I went to take a shower. Julie came into the bathroom, wrapped in her robe. "Tom? Are you okay?"

What was I supposed to say to that?

When I didn't answer... neither did she. I continued to try scrubbing myself clean of the horrid, icky feeling. But it's hard to get yourself clean when it's all of you that's dirty. Julie just stood in the bathroom, fiddling with the belt on her robe, watching me. I couldn't read her expression. And I didn't want to. I knew deep down she was disappointed. And I felt humiliated.

Eventually, she joined me in the shower. Stepping up behind me and taking hold of my lip penis. For a few minutes, she tried to stroke me to life. Pressing her tits to my back like Carried had been doing. Kissing my shoulders. Whispering dirty things... things about Devon...

It turned my stomach. Made my cock shrivel instead of harden. I couldn't stand it. I slipped out of the shower, muttering some excuse about being tired, leaving her to shower alone.

After I was dry, I went to bed. But Julie followed, laying next to me and giving me a sweet, somewhat chaste kiss. "Do you want to feel me?" She'd asked, still trying to warm me up. Get me excited. I couldn't tell if it was because she was still aroused and wanted me, her husband, or if she felt sorry for me and was just trying to maybe stroke my ego. Maybe give me a consolation prize. A pity fuck.

I just rolled over, telling her I was too tired. So she touched herself while she lay next to me. I heard her fingers sliding into her sex, soft wet squelches. Had she cleaned Devon's cum out? Was it still there? Wet and warm and slick? I lay there listening to my wifes pants and moans and knew she wasn't thinking about me. How could she? I was limp.

And now here I was again... being accused of not being able to rise to the challenge. It didn't matter that my cock was harder than it had ever been. They were looking back at me with real opposition. Provoking me. Trying to get me to break out of this hole I'd dug myself into. Gwen wanted me to take control. But how was I supposed to?

I thought back to last night...

"Do you need to get a bit drunk, Tommy?" Gwen stared back at me, narrowing her gaze. "Does little Tommy boy need some liquid courage in order to be in charge?"

Carrie grinned. "He did do a good job last night. But he was pretty tipsy."

That wasn't true. Sure, I'd had a bit of a buzz, but I wasn't anywhere near intoxicated. Neither was Carrie. She was lying. Poking at me.

I grit my teeth, hand going to my cock and stroking as I glared right back at Gwen. "Pull your pants down, both of you. Slow." I ordered. I hoped my voice sounded authoritative. Not dickish. It was a balance, and I wasn't sure how to walk the edge. Part of me couldn't believe this was happening. Surely Gwen would pull the rug out from under me any moment. Carrie might be willing, considering we had already had sex... but Gwen? I was still trying to wrap my head around what she'd told me. What I saw on the television. Was this real? Maybe I'd had an aneurysm, or was still passed out drunk or something. This could all just be a fever dream...

No. It was real. Fuck. It was real. And I was trying to talk myself out of it. Even as I was telling them what to do... I was thinking I wasn't enough. That I didn't deserve this. Honestly, no one "deserved" this... but it was being presented, offered, but in order to have it... I had to be willing to step up and take it.

I'd pulled away in my marriage. Left Julie to a beast. Even encouraged her to go and be devoured. All while I watched. I'd let my uncontrolled desires take root and burrow deep and now, like some sort of mindless drone, I was a slave to the impulses. Gwen was telling me I needed to pull it up by the roots. To take hold and rip it cleanly away.

On the bed, Gwen and Carrie were unbuttoning their jeans and beginning to pull them down. Carried exposed her leopard panties, the same ones from last night, clinging to her beautiful behind. Gwen slipped her's down over her ass and exposed a pearl white thong, shoved up between her cheeks with lace trim, digging into her skin and clinging to her pussy mound tightly, with a small dark line down the center denoting her arousal.

I couldn't believe I was seeing two women... women I respected and thought of as friends, with their asses presented to me. Gwen reached back and put a hand on her exposed cheek. "A bit different seeing it in this light, huh?" She chuckled and made me blush, reminding me I'd walked in on her changing yesterday. But she was right. Her ass was amazing. Smooth. Tight. And fuck, seeing those panties between them made me even harder. My cock was dripping pre-cum as I stroked, staring at them.

"Are you just going to stare?" Carrie asked with a grin, the fire in her eyes was spine tingling. Geez, how did I never notice her sexuality before? The way her dyed white hair was cascading down one side of her face, slightly sweaty, obscuring one eye and giving her a look that would easily have belonged in a boudoir shoot.

I stepped forward and reached out, letting go of my cock to touch both the girl's presented cheeks. Hand moving over the slope of their hips and down along their thighs, up between their legs, skimming over their panties, making both of them suck in a soft breath.

My heart pounded. Blood roared in my ears. My brain was firing off dozens, hundreds of thoughts a second. Guilt. Anger. Frustration. Jealousy. Misery. Depression. Arousal. Need. Want. I pressed my fingers angrily against the center of both women's cunts, panties sticking and sinking a little between their lips.

I heard their groans. Their legs opened wider, naturally wanting more. They were being obedient. But for how long? Would this last? At what point would this be ripped away? Ripped away like Julie. Taken from me. Would I be pushed aside, unable to perform and like the dunce cap kid in the corner of an old schoolroom, made to sit in humiliation and shame?

After that last time with Julie, I'd been nothing but limp. Hard when watching them. But I couldn't get it up otherwise. Not around my wife. We would sleep in the same bed, like we did after that first spectacular failure, and nothing I did could bring my erection back. Fondling Julie while she slept. Kissing when she was awake. Nothing. It was like all the sexual arousal she'd been stirring in me since the moment I met her was gone. Withered and shriveled and turned to dust.

I'm not sure if that was the beginning of the end. Or if this entire affair was doomed to fail from the start, but it was the first genuine moment that I truly felt worthless. And no one noticed. Well... maybe Devon did. But that man couldn't have cared any less about my feelings. He had what he wanted.

Being impotent... it's probably the worst sort of shame a man can feel. At least the selfish sort of shame. Not being able to provide or protect, though somewhat more stereotypical and misogynistic, was worse. But this sort of shame was deep. It was a man's body failing him. Failing his partner. And unlike women, who, if they weren't aroused, could use lube or just fake their way through sex, men had the rotten luck of their failure being extremely obvious.

But now... now my cock was painfully hard. Pulsing with my thundering heartbeat. Two women were on all fours, on a hotel bed, allowing me to touch them. Telling me to be a man. To take control. And still, I had Devon and Julie's nagging voices in my head. All the times they'd taunted me and demeaned me and put me in a fucking corner...

Anger and determination washed through me. I slapped the girl's pussy's. The warm wet feeling against my hands was electric. The sound of the girl's yelps sent a thrill through my spine. Darkness soaked into their panties. My teeth were grinding, my jaw tense. "Pull your fucking panties down." I was shaking. But my voice was even, calm, firm.

They both reached back, peeling down their underwear, slipping them from between their cheeks until they slipped down their thighs to their knees. Gwen's pussy was beautifully bare, puffy-lipped and slightly open to reveal her inner lips. Carrie's with its little trail of auburn hair, a bit more pronounced and glistening pink. I could smell their arousal. Could smell their sweat.

"Like what you see, Tommy boy?" Carrie grinned and wiggled her ass. It made the memories of last night flash, fucking her hard and deep and making her cum. The sound of Carrie's moans. The feeling of her warm tunnel clinging and sucking at me. Of emptying myself inside her. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to prove myself. And not to these women. Their opinions about me... well, I cared. I cared what they thought. But I wanted to prove it to myself. Prove that I wasn't some limp little cuck. I was a man. I am a man.

My eyes went to Gwen's pussy. She arched her back slightly and let her ass cheeks open more. "Well Tommy? Hm? What are you gonna do?" Gwen purred and looked back at me like a cat, challenging me.

That was the question... What was I going to do?

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Devon often had trouble sleeping. His doctors said it was because of his sleep apnea. It would jolt him awake because he'd stop breathing. With his weight and lack of general health, it was a dangerous mixture. They'd recommended some sort of breathing thing for when he slept, but that just made him even more uncomfortable. What he needed was something to wear him out. And over the last few months, that had been hot, dirty, voracious sex. He'd expected to spend the entire day with Julie, fucking her brains out. Instead, she'd sent him home early in the afternoon, after some pathetic fight with Tom.

Devon hadn't really heard much of their fight, only some muted words and heated shouts. After the door had slammed, Julie had come in, nearly in tears, and told Devon she needed him to go.

Marital drama was not his thing, so he'd left without much argument. Though he had made sure Julie knew that she'd be coming to a club with him this coming weekend. He was excited and no amount of marriage strife or arguments was going to ruin his possible acceptance into a very exclusive society. The invitation was rare, and he'd been trying for over a year since he'd learned about it to gain access. Now he finally had his chance and some bickering between Julie and her cuck husband wasn't going to get in the way of that.

Now he was alone in his dark and disheveled apartment and he couldn't get back into the relaxed rhythm he'd had after fucking Julie. All afternoon had been spent being lazy, watching TV and playing some online games he'd fallen behind on. Once it was time to get some sleep, he found himself too wound up and on edge. He needed a release. The only way he was going to get it, now that he was home alone, was to key up something to watch.

He had several to choose from, but it was a fairly straightforward decision. Of all the videos he'd made over the months with Julie, it was the threesome he'd had with her and Lacy that topped the charts. Devon was a methodical sort of man when it came to doing things. He gathered up the fleshlight that he'd had stowed away under his bathroom sink. It used to get a fair amount of use but once he'd started up his relationship with Julie, it had been left to sit, unused. Now he was being forced to use it again, and though that was irksome, it wasn't the end of the world. Grabbing some warming lube and a towel, he sat down in his computer chair after laying down the towel. The last thing he wanted was to have the ass crack sweats soaking into the cushion like some of those pathetic incels or computer geeks. Devon may have been a little slobbish, but he didn't have bad hygiene.

Everything set, he leaned back and clicked through to a locked folder where he kept the videos and pictures he'd taken since starting this little lifestyle with Julie and her husband. They knew he had videos, though probably didn't know how much or how many. It wasn't a secret. Julie had expressed concern once or twice that Devon might put the videos online or sell them, and the idea had crossed his mind. But... that seemed like a quick way to get into a hell of a lot of trouble. Besides, he liked keeping this little arrangement private. Julie was his, and he got to do what he wanted, at least as long as Julie was open to it. If today was any indication, this whole arrangement might be coming to an end soon. But he was determined to hold out till at least after the visit to Club Sway. After that... Well, after that he wouldn't need Julie anymore. She was fun, but those he'd encounter at Sway would be just as fun, if not more so.

Devon quickly scrolled through the files till he found the video he was looking for and opened it. It was nearly an hour long and all of it was good, from start to finish, but he had his favorite parts. The parts that would get him hard quick and make him cum hard. And what he needed now was a good quick jerk off so he could go to bed. Tomorrow was going to be hell, catching up on all the things he'd missed taking the day off.

Scrolling through the video, he came to one of his first favorite parts and hit play...

The hotel room was brightly lit, and the curtains were open to look out on the city. They were high up enough no one could look in and spy the lewd events taking place. The video was a bit shaky for a second and then focused back on the scene below, between Devon's fat, hairy thighs.

A petite redhead, hair tied back in a short braid, was kneeling, wearing a black leather cupless corset that was cinched tight around her midsection. Her little breasts pushed up and nipples hard with little clips and a chain connecting them dangling between them. A black spiked collar was tightly buckled around her neck, with a thin silver chain dangling down her back. Her eyes were covered by a red leather mask, cutting off her vision. From the angle of the camera, the woman's panties were just barely visible, the same sort of leather as the corset and riding up high between her ass cheeks. She wore five inch stiletto heels that were black with red soles.

Devon held the back of her head with his free hand, pushing the woman down firmly onto his cock, making her gag and spit drip from her lips and down her chin as she groaned. Glug Glug Gluck Gluckg. He moved her up and down with deep belly echoing groans.

"Fuck yes like that. Fucking take it, Lace. Oh, shit!" Devon encouraged.

The woman's face was a sheen of sweat. She had her hands held behind her back, moving up and down on Devon's dick eagerly and submissively. Directly below her was Julie, dressed similarly in a red cupless corset and red spiked collar, but instead of panties, she had on a tiny leather skirt that was only about six inches long and didn't cover any of her protruding ass. Her heels were the reverse of Lacy's. Red with black soles. Julie's eyes were uncovered, looking up at the camera and at Devon as she was submissively swirling her tongue and sliding her lips all over his hairy balls.

"Goddamn girls, yes... oh shit." He was panting hard. Chest slick with sweat so ripe that it was dripping down along his hairy belly and down to his pubic area. "Fucking worship it. God fucking yes, swallow it all, you married cunt." Devon chuckled, the camera shaking slightly, focusing back on Lacy as she was pushed down all the way, gaging and grunting as her nose was pressed into his sweaty smelling crotch. "Like that? Hm? Little prim and proper church mom swallowing my big dick?"

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up. Lacy gasped and coughed, saliva dripping down her chin as she tried to catch her breath. "Y... yes... yes sir... I love your cock."

Devon pulled the braid and made Lacy arch back. "You like it more than that little dick, husband? Hm?"

Lacy groaned, throat exposed, the collar digging in and rubbing against her pale skin, leaving a red mark. "Yes... god fucking yes, sir. Your cock is so big. So good. I love it."

With a laugh, Devon pushed the married mom back down onto his cock, all the way to the back of her throat. "God!" He grunted as her throat spasmed, tightening around him and making him pulse with pleasure. "Fuck, I never would have guessed your mouth was useful for more than just our status meetings." He was openly laughing now.

Julie never stopped sucking and licking along Devon's balls, making them drip onto her cheeks and down her neck. Little drops and bubbles landed on her exposed tits.

"Ohhh yes baby, get lower Julie. I want you to lick my ass while this little whore has my cock in her married throat." Devon growled.

There was no hesitation. Julie moved under Devon's balls and by the sounds he began to make, her tongue was lapping at his sweaty ass.

Devon clicked the progress bar and started scrolling it forward. His cock was hard, and he was already inserting his dick into the opening of the fleshlight, stretching it to its limit much like he did with the women he fucked. Adjusting his position in his chair, one hand on his mouse and the other holding the fleshlight, he moved the progress bar to the next favorite spot.

The camera was close up to Julie's beautiful plump ass. Cheeks open and skin slick with sweat and fluids, the sight of a sparkling black gem buttplug filled the camera before it panned down to the sight of her smooth, juicy cunt and the pink tongue lapping up between her labia.

Rough panting filled the microphone. Julie was squatting over Lacy's face, her tongue lapping at Julie's pussy, deep and slow. Lacy was still blindfolded, laying on the bed and her hands holding onto the other woman's cheeks as she ate her out.

"That's right. Deep. Push that fucking tongue deep." Devon could be heard saying. "How's that feel, Julie? Hm? How's it feel to have your cunt eaten by a girl for the first time?"

The camera moved, shifting and shaking before it came to rest in front of Julie, her cheeks flushed and eyes lidded, mouth open, panting with the ecstasy of feeling Lacy's tongue. "G... good." She moaned. "Oh, it's good... s... sir..." she stammered.

Devon's meaty hand came into frame and caressed her cheek. "Good girl. Squat down more. Smother that little mother with your pussy."

Julie nodded, eyelids fluttering.

The camera moved back and brought both women into frame. Julie squatted down over Lacy's face, making Lacy bury her nose against the buttplug and mouth completely covered by her cunt. On the bed, Lacy had her legs open wide, her leather panties revealed to have a zipper down the front, and unzipped to reveal her smooth little slit that was puffy and glistening with need.

"It's time to taste your first pussy, Julie."

Julie's hands were on her perked up tits over the corset. She looked over at Devon and the camera like she was in a trance. Moaning and panting. Breathing heavily through her nose as if she were high. With a short, lazy nod, Julie looked down between the other woman's legs and leaned down, grabbing hold of Lacy's ankles, and gently began lapping along the exposed mound in front of her face.

Devon stayed steady. Filming the two married women in a sixty-nine position, Julie grinding her pussy down against Lacy's mouth and nose. Tongue lashing at the young mother's wet pussy and moaning at the new, tart taste.

Coming closer, Devon smacked Julie's ass hard and gripped it in his palm, squeezing. Then he moved his hand up along her backside and along her spine till he came to the back of her neck and gripped it, pushing Julie to eat Lacy deeper. "Eat that fucking mom cunt. Taste it. Maybe one day you'll taste like a mom, huh Julie? You want that?" Devon grabbed hold of Julie's honey hair and pulled her up, turning her to look at him. "You want the cunt getting licked to be a mom cunt some day?"

Julie was blushing and looking nervously into the camera. She didn't answer. After a second, Devon pushed her back down into the pussy below her. Devon smacked her ass again, then pressed the butt plug a bit deeper into her, making her groan as she devoured Lacy.

Devon's eyes were glued to the screen, his hand pumping the fleshlight up and down the full length of his cock, staring at the two women eating each other. Submitting to everything he wanted them to do. It was one of his best conquests. Best experiences. He'd never have thought shy church going Lacy Jordan would be such a submissive, kinky, slut. But just as he'd been dragged into Julie and Tom's fantasy, he'd also been lassoed into Lacy's exploration of kink and BDSM. It was unfortunate that this was the only time he got to have fun with her before she changed jobs. Her exit had left a hole in his team as well as left him yearning for more adventures with someone so kinky. Julie definitely leaned towards being submissive, but not nearly as much as Lacy had been.

But it was no use longing for what he couldn't have. He had the memory. He had the video. That would have to be enough.

He clicked to the next portion of the video.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! FUCK ME OH GOD!" Lacy was screaming. The camera was filming them from the side. Devon behind her, holding her arms behind her back by the elbows and reaming into her pussy hard and deep, gritting his teeth and grunting with every heavy slap of his stomach and thighs against Lacy's firm ass.

"That's right! Fucking scream! Feel how deep I fucking am in that cunt! Married cunt! What would your kids say, you fucking whore! Huh? Seeing you like this for a fat slob like me, huh?" Devon pulled at Lacy's arms, making her arch back more as she pressed her knees into the bed. Her tits were bouncing fast, nipples with their clips shaking as Devon continued his relentless pace.

"GOD OH GOD FUCK!" Lacy arched her head back, eyes still covered by the leather blindfold.

"Get over here! Get a closeup of me in her!" Devon grunted, still pistoning and making Lacy's ass jiggle and turn pink with the continuing slaps.

The camera moved forward, being held by Julie, and hovered over Lacy's ass, catching the glimpses of her cheeks flapping open to show her lips stretching and gripping on Devon's cock.

"Fuck! Oh fucking shit." Devon groaned. "Your pussy is so fucking tight for a mom. Oh god your husband must be fucking pathetic!"

Lacy was just whimpering and gasping as Devon rammed.

"Take it! Take my fucking cock. OH god fucking beg me to ruin you!" He leaned forward, briefly letting one of her arms go and slapping her cheek, making it quickly turn pink. "Fucking beg!" It was a gruff order, and then he was grabbing her arms again, holding her back and thrusting like he was drilling for oil.

"Please!" Lacy gasped, and her voice was halting and ragged as Devon continued his assault. "Fuck me! Fuck! Oh, holy god above you're so big, so deep! Please Devon, please, sir! Take me! You're stretching me! You're so much bigger than my husband! So big! So fucking deep! Oh, heaven god yes, please please! I'm cumming. I'm going to cum!"

"That's right! Cum on my cock! Cum for me!" Devon let go of Lacy's arms and quickly grabbed her hips, beginning to ram in harder. "Get closer! I want to film this! Film me cumming inside her!"

Julie moved closer, the sounds of Lacy's juicy wet cunt sloshing and splashing. The slaps of sweaty wet skin echoing. Devon's hands pulling open her ass cheeks to show his penis disappearing into the young married mother over and over. Her lips were so tight and stretched, gripping him and sucking at him every time he pulled out.

"Oh, my god!" The whisper came from Julie...

It was Julie's muttered words that always sent Devon over the edge. Seeing Lacy's tight little pussy stretching on him, cumming and coating him in thick cream, just as Julie focused and whispered, it triggered Devon's orgasm on screen as well as off.

Sitting back in his chair, he stroked the fleshlight faster and faster, beginning to grunt and unleash his torrent of cum into the silicone mold of a vagina. On screen, he was shooting his cum into Lacy. Gripping her hips and thrusting deep and groaning. He could still feel the echoes of emptying himself into the woman. Shooting thick jets into her.

Not long after that, she'd gotten dressed, put on a cute pair of satin green bikini panties and went home. She'd mentioned her husband loved watching cum drip out of her, so she needed to get home quick to give him a good show.

They never talked about what happened after that night. At work, they interacted as if nothing had happened. Lacy did her work. Devon did his. And then a month later she moved on to a different job. He'd hoped to have her more than once, but it just didn't seem to be in the cards. But he still had Julie.

Spent, relaxing and sinking into his chair with deep breaths and a heavy pounding heart, Devon shut his eyes and exited the video. There was still about ten minutes of it left. But he could watch that another time. He'd gotten what he needed and wanted. It was a difficult task to not just suddenly fall asleep right there at his computer, fleshlight still on him and slumped in his chair. But he forced himself up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Maybe one day he could have Julie move in. That seemed like a long shot, of course, but if her marriage was strained, he might be able to talk her into coming and staying with him.

Then he could have her whenever he wanted. Morning and night. He wasn't into charity, so Julie would have to 'pay' to stay somehow. Sex seemed like the easiest way. Though he wouldn't frame it that way. He'd be the nice guy and offer her his place with no strings. But she'd know her place. On his cock. On her knees. That's where she belonged.

Hopefully, after their visit to the club, he'd be one step closer to that way of life. If not... Well, life often took unexpected turns. He'd just have to ride the waves and see where he ended up.

-- --

Gwen hadn't expected Tom to be so good. Not that she'd thought he would be bad in bed or anything, he was good looking and in good shape. And even before Carrie had told her a few of the naughty details of her encounter, she'd clocked Tom as a guy who knew what he was doing in the bedroom. She'd learned to scope it out over the years after her divorce and once she'd gone through her time at Club Sway, pulling herself out of her spiralling self doubt.

But she'd never expected this level of prowess. How could Julie forsake this man and go jumping into bed with some big cocked douche? Sure, size could be fun. She'd had her share of big cocks at Sway, but size was only the tip of the iceberg. Skill. Stamina. Passion. There was so much more to sex than just a big swinging dong.

It had taken some prodding, pushing, but Tom had taken control. He was still clearly in his head, but he wasn't holding back as much. And he certainly wasn't having any problem getting hard. Gwen swiveled and moved her hips like a belly dancer as she sat on Tom's lap, his cock balls deep inside her. It fit her like a glove. Her lips clinging to him and tunnel squeezing as his hands held her against him, balls pressed to her ass.

Fuck, it felt good. She swirled her hips slowly, feeling his cock head rubbing up inside, grazing her g-spot in just the right way that made her skin break out in goosebumps. Her hair was matted in sweat, hands on his firm chest as she relished in the feeling of his bare cock. Tom would move his hips in little spasms, pressing up into her and then resting again to let her move. It made him groan with just as much pleasure as Gwen was experiencing, though his moans were muffled.

Carrie was sitting on Tom's face, facing Gwen as she ran her hands through her sweaty, short white hair. Her mouth was open in silent gasps as Tom lapped at her pussy, his nose rubbing her asshole. Gwen looked down to where Carrie's knees were on either side of Tom's head and caught glimpses of his wet chin and lashing tongue.

"Fuuuuuck." Carrie sighed. "Oh, my fucking god, Tom. Oh, fucking shit..."

Tom couldn't respond. All he could do was move his hips and press his tongue against Carrie's clit and into her tunnel.

Gwen raked her nails over Tom's chest, leaving little red trails. Not hurting him, just giving him a little painful stimulation. "Hear that Tom?" Gwen purred, trying not to lose herself and forget what she was trying to do. "Carrie likes what you're doing. Looks like you actually can please a woman." She teased, and immediately felt Tom respond.

He grunted angrily into Carrie's pussy, making her gasp as he lashed at her more erratically with his tongue, and dug his nails into Gwen's ass cheeks, starting to thrust into Gwen's cunt more forcefully.

"OH!" Gwen couldn't hold back the sudden rush of pleasure as his cock pressed and rubbed inside her in just the right spot. He was the exact right length to reach her little bundle of nerves. Others were too long. Some, too small. But Tom had a goldilocks cock. It was just right. "Oh, holy shit!"

At her exclamation, Tom pumped a bit harder, making Gwen ride, bouncing on him as he continued eating Carrie.

"Ohhhh fuck, fuck fuck." Carrie moaned, hands going to her breasts. "Oh god can we make this our weekly status meeting instead of those boring ones we have at the office?" She chuckled as she panted, grinding and swiveling her hips against Tom's mouth. "God Tom, you can convince me of anything with your tongue."

Gwen was getting just as lost as Carrie. Her pussy was clutching onto Tom's thickness. She wanted to push his buttons a bit more, but now that she was approaching her own orgasm... Maybe he'd suffered enough. When she'd been going through the same treatment at Sway, even she had been given breaks to just indulge.

"Ohhhh god yes Tom, yes... fucking right there..." Gwen gripped his sides and began to bounce along with his thrusts. Her body moved languidly, like a snake, hips and stomach and breasts swaying like a smooth wave as Tom moved inside her.

"Fuck! OH FUCK!" Tom moaned into Carrie's cunt.

Carrie reached down, pressing Tom more firmly into her pussy. "Stop talking... fuck I'm close... God, Tom please... please!" Carrie's nipples were rock hard, her skin beginning to glisten with a sheen of sweat and her muscles tensing as she began to ride an oncoming orgasm.

Gwen began thrusting herself down on Tom, feeling him tensing just like Carrie was. They were all on the verge of an orgasm. "Shit! Oh god, your fucking cock is good, Tom. So good!" Gwen wasn't lying. Wasn't trying to stroke the broken man's ego. Tom really didn't have anything to be ashamed of when it came to his sexual prowess. Whatever Devon had done to him in his marriage, whatever Julie had done, it was all undeserving.

With her own orgasm beginning to rush through her, Gwen grabbed Carrie by the back of the neck and pulled her into a deep kiss as they both climaxed from Tom's attention. Their clenching and dripping pussys made Tom tumble over the edge, his hips thrusting hard and erratically into Gwen's pussy, balls convulsing and shooting his load deep into her. Gwen felt it. The heat and sticky thickness of Tom's semen coating her inside and flooding her. It had been a while since she'd had sex, let alone let a man cum inside her. The feeling was intoxicating and euphoric. Combine that with kissing Carrie, feeling the woman's hands grasping at her tits and touching her's in return, Gwen's mind was awash in a sea of pleasure.

And things were only just getting started...

-- --

"That's right... fucking take me... fucking own me!" Carrie groaned, her face pressed against the floor-length mirror against the wall next to the bathroom. She stood, her whole body pressed to the cool surface, her breath fogging up the mirror as Tom held her by the back of the neck with one hand, and his other on her hip, her ass out just enough for him to thrust his cock into her.

Every hard plunge made Carrie press against the silver surface, thunk thunk thunk, grunting in pleasure and a little pain. Tom's nails were digging into her hip. His hand was tight on her neck, most likely leaving minor bruises along the sides. But Carrie didn't mind. Tom was strangely adept at applying the right kind of pressure and force that she liked. She wasn't a full-blown BDSM kinda girl, but she liked things a little rough, and Tom just seemed naturally inclined to give her exactly what she was looking for.

"Oh god Tom! Oh god! Fuck, come on... you can do better... be better... than... D... Devon!" She mocked him lightly, looking at him in the mirror as she met his angry stare.

"Don't fucking say his name!" He growled and the next thrust made Carrie's eyes roll and an orgasm burst through her as he pushed her harder against the mirror and began thrusting deeper into her pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Ooooooh fuck. Fuck me, god fuck me!" She whimpered as the pain mixing with the pleasure blossomed, her orgasm like a bursting firework, juices dripping down her thighs and down Tom's balls.

A soft flushing sound broke the sexual tension, and the bathroom door opened. Gwen stepped out brushing back her hair and leaned against the doorframe, watching Tom's backside as he continued fucking Carrie.

"J... jea... jealous?" Carrie breathed, watching Gwen in the mirror with a cocky grin.

"Oh, I'll get mine soon, I'm sure. Tom doesn't wanna be outdone by some fat slob. He's gotta work on his stamina." Gwen swayed forward, completely naked, tits swaying and pussy on display between her firm thighs. She gave Tom's flexing ass a slap. "Right Tom? Hm? Think you can fuck two women all night?"

He turned to look at her, that same anger and determination and frustration burning in his gaze as he continued thrusting to Carrie from behind. "Stop it." He growled.

Gwen touched his shoulders and leaned in, her face just an inch away from his. Carrie's cheek pressed firmly to the mirror, but she watched them in the reflection.

"Make me stop Tom. Don't be a pathetic limp dick. A little cuck. Show us what a real man can do." Gwen grinned wickedly.

Tom stared back at her, the tension in his grip and plunging thrusts made Carrie arch against him as he continued fucking. "I'm not... I..." He was stuttering even as he looked infuriated.

Leaning the last few inches in, Gwen kissed Tom hard and deep. Her tongue playfully licking at his lips. "Show us Tom." She bit his lip. "Be a man. Show your wife... prove her bull wrong."

The mention of his wife made him fuck harder into Carrie, making her gasp in the most exquisite pleasure, making her go onto her toes as another orgasm crashed into her. Tom's hand left Carrie's neck and quickly grabbed Gwen by the hair, bringing her back in for a hard kiss. Lips smashing and tongues lashing. "You want me to show you?" He panted, lips barely apart as he held his grip in her hair."

Gwen's lustful gaze bore into Tom. "Yeah... show me Tommy boy. Tell me what you want. Make me want it too."

Tom grunted, nostrils flaring, feeling Carrie's contracting pussy squeezing him as he kept up his muscle burning pace. "Fuck... fuck... mmm... I want you to taste Carrie's cunt dripping on my balls." He finally breathed, his hips continuing their rhythm, pushing Carrie against the mirror making her whimper with ecstasy.

It was clear Tom was trying to hold onto the balance of control, demand, desire, and fury. It was clear on his dripping, sweaty face.

Gwen licked a bead of sweat from his nose and smiled wickedly at him. "That's my boy." With a huge grin, Gwen knelt down beneath Tom and Carrie and began to lap at his dripping balls.

-- --

Gwen's words were like poisoned honey as I sheathed myself inside her again. On her back, legs wrapped around my waist, hands in my hair gripping almost painfully, my arms wrapped around her under her arms and pulling on her hair in turn, our eyes were locked.

"Come on Tom." Gwen panted. I could practically see her breath. We were covered in sweat. The room's air had been turned down to cool us off while we were engaged in the raging, burning activity of passion. "Don't give out on me now... Make me believe you're better than your wife's lover." Every word was breathy, shallow, raw from all the moans and gasps and screams through the night.

I'd lost track of time. When we'd started. How often we'd been going at it. My mind was a jumble of feelings, touch, ecstasy, pain, pleasure. Seeing Carrie's face contorted in perverse delight. Gwen's intense stare as I slid myself inside her over and over. Of our faces together, sucking me, kissing my cock, coating it in saliva and dripping pre-cum. It was all accompanied by teasing words, little humiliations that drove me on. They pushed my buttons. Pressed at my sore spots. Made me want to prove myself. To prove to them that I wasn't some pathetic man that had given his wife away.

The look in Gwen's eyes was a burning, boiling volcano ready to explode. Her breath was hot, tangy, moist as it hit my face. Our noses almost touching, sweat dripping down along our cheeks, lips, brows. It had been at least ten minutes in this position, a slow tantric pose, movements firm but slow.

I slid himself into Gwen again, pressing completely, stretching and rubbing inside her, making her gasp, mouth hanging open as she kept eye contact. Then I moved back, gliding out of her cunt, feeling the heat and juices of our connection dripping. I only moved halfway out of her before moving right back inside, making her gasp again.

"Oh... fu... mmmm...." She wouldn't close her eyes. She kept them locked with mine. It was otherworldly. A whole new experience that I didn't have anything to compare it to.

Over the years, I'd looked into Julie's eyes plenty during sex. And when we'd started our hotwifing and cuckolding adventure, I'd looked in her eyes when Devon was inside her or doing things to her. But this sort of eye contact was... it was merciless. Intense. Burning and freezing all at once. I couldn't look away. All I was experiencing was the mind numbing pleasure of Gwen's squeezing vagina. The feel of her sweaty warm body against mine. Nipples rubbing over my chest as mine did the same.

"That's it Tom. That's it. Show me what you can do..." Gwen gripped my hair tighter, her eyes challenging as I rammed back inside the divorced mother and felt my balls slap her ass, making her whole body ripple and jump with the pleasure of our union.

Carrie let out a soft snort, laying just a couple feet away from us on the bed. She was sleeping soundly, arms splayed and legs open, a thick stream of cream dripping from her pussy that I had unloaded inside her earlier. Somehow, I had managed to fuck Carrie asleep. Or maybe just exhausting her enough that right after she collapsed on the bed she was out like a light.

Now it was just me and Gwen. My muscles were burning. Everything in me was exhausted, but my cock was relentlessly hard. I moved in and out slowly, feeling the contours and ridges of Gwen's pussy, her lips dragging along my shaft. It was amazing, all the sensation, the cool of the room on my back as the heat of our bodies fed into each other.

"Fuck!" Gwen hissed with the next plunge. "God Tom, like that... yes... just like that..."

I grit my teeth, trying to keep the slow, steady pace, but somehow that was harder than just pounding into her. The control of my muscles, my limbs, my erection, it was a study in self control that I'd never imagined I'd be involved in.

Gwen swiveled her hips a little under me, her legs tightening. "Tom..." she breathed. "Take me Tom." She was whispering now, sultry and needy. "You want your wife back? You want your confidence, your life, everything back... then take it. Take me. Take Carrie. Take Julie." Her fingers threaded through Tom's hair, no longer pulling but caressing and teasing. "Take us like a real man. Not a dick. A MAN."

Her words felt contradictory from what she'd been telling me earlier. That real men don't 'take'. But it was clear, even in my sex addled brain, that this sort of taking was different. It wasn't a barbarian coming in and taking something that belonged to another. This was the sort of taking like a charismatic salesman, enticing and convincing. Gwen wanted him to convince her, and Carrie, and Julie that he was what they wanted. Needed.

"I'm..." I grunted with each word. "I... don't... wan... want to... own..." I couldn't finish the sentence. My cock was being squeezed so tightly inside my team lead that my head was becoming light, all the activity, the multiple times I'd cum, it was beginning to catch up to me.

"Good." Gwen eased up and kissed me deeply, tongue sliding into my mouth as my cock slid back inside her. "Good. Women aren't property. You're not an owner." Her heels dug into my lower back, pulling me deeper. "You're a partner... you should be in this together... with Julie... with me... Carrie. It's connection. It's balance. Give and take. Communication."

Gwen's lips pressed to my mouth again, then moved down my jaw, pushing my chest up and kissing along my neck, then chest. "If you want to watch. Then watch. If you want to be humiliated and denied. Fine. But it's about agreement. Partnership. You have to agree, Tom. You have to both want it and consent to it and get something out of it. But if you don't... if only one person is getting something, and the other is left out... It's not love. It's not healthy." Her lips sucked against my nipple as I continued, moving my hips in and out of the velvet furnace of her cunt.

"I..." I was shaking from the strain. From the arousal. And from the emotion. All this teasing and pushing, it was all pointing back to my relationship and how it had been pushed through a shredder. At first it was fun. Both Julie and I had gotten something out of our meetings with Devon. But then... it had gone off the rails. Whatever agreement we'd had, it was torn and tossed aside. And the truth was, I had seen it and let it happen. I'd had plenty of opportunities to stop it, but I'd been too much of a coward.

What if I'd asked Julie to stop, and she didn't want to? Well, that was obvious now. She wouldn't have. Julie had admitted it. We'd gone too far. She'd been exposed and liberated. And for me to come along all of the sudden and want to take that new experience and life away from Julie was unfair.

It was all a mess. Unfair of me to want her to quit something she loved and enjoyed. Unfair that she'd lied, done things and hidden them from me. Unfair that I hadn't been honest and instead just... run. Unfair that she would throw my feelings in my face, no matter how childish I may have handled it, my feelings were real, and she'd disregarded them. Unfair. Unfair. Unfair.

I had ruined everything by starting it. Julie had ruined our marriage by continuing and diving deeper down the rabbit hole than we'd agreed. Devon had ruined our marriage by inserting himself and pushing Julie and me further than we'd wanted to go. Everyone was at fault.

Now... Now it was a matter of who would stand up and try to fix it.

I opened his eyes, not realizing I'd closed them as all the thoughts of guilt and anger and despair washed over me. My fatigue had finally made the last wall crumble in my mind. Tears were slipping down my cheeks. Gwen's hands were on either side of my face, thumbs gently rubbing away the tears.

"It's my fault..." I whispered, even as I continued driving my cock deep into Gwen. The sound of her wet pussy sealing around me, juices dripping and gliding, filling my mind.

Gwen simply nodded. Quietly listening as we connected.

"I let it happen..." My breaths were becoming ragged. My orgasm was undeniable, but I tried to hold back anyway.

Her lips pressed against me even as I continued. "I didn't stop it. I wanted to. I could have. But I just left... I said nothing... I... I don't... I didn't... I've lost her." I was crying as I started thrusting harder, faster. The emotions mixing. The feelings twisting and mingling and becoming one huge wave of solid indefinable feeling.

"You... you haven't..." Gwen was shaking under me, her own orgasm on the rise along with mine. "Not... oh oh fuck... fuck... not unless she says it... says it's over... oh god Tom, oh holy god!" Every muscle in Gwen's body was tightening, her skin was on fire. She was squeezing me closer, and I was thrusting in shorter, shallower motions. "Fuck... fuckfuck god... You haven't lost Tom... not until she says she doesn't want you... that she doesn't love you... need you... you're not done unless... unless...." She was arching into me, her words becoming whimpers as we tried to have a meaningful conversation as we both were nearing explosive orgasms.

"Un... less... what...!" I groaned and grunted and rammed harder each time, looking into her eyes.

"Unless... you quit..." She grabbed my shoulders, nails digging in deep enough to almost draw blood. "Don't quit, Tom. Fuck oh god don't quit. Don't stop. Never fucking stop! OH FUCKING GOD!" She was screaming, arching. I wasn't sure if we were still having the same conversation or if now it was all about her orgasm. I didn't care.

Both of us groaned and cried out as we began to cum. Gwen's pussy clenching down on my cock so hard it almost hurt, and then I was unleashing the last and most potent torrent of cum of the night. I pulsed, my muscles straining, my brain practically going black as my cum shot into Gwen. Gush. Gush. A burning flame thrower of seed into her depths as we came together in a tantric orgasm.

Our bodies were slick with sweat. Making our skin stick together. Holding tight and pressing firm. Gwen bit at my neck as she whimpered, riding the orgasm as it washed through her, a river that didn't want to slow. It was a flash flood and the smooth motion of her pleasure was overflowing. My ejaculation was hard, intense. It kept pulsing, and somehow it felt like I was emptying everything into her. I could feel my cum starting to ooze out, slick around her lips and dripping down her ass and over my balls, making them stick to her.

Our panting breaths were filling each other's ears. Filling the room. We were both whimpering and crying as our pleasure and emotion just loomed higher and higher, pushing us over the edge and trying to smother us.

"Tom... Tom..." she gasped into my neck.

"Oh, fuck..." I groaned into her hair.

"Damn." Carrie was next to us, having woken and cuddled closer. "You guys are hot." She giggled, still a little sleepy.

Gwen finally lay back, head on the pillow, drenched in sweat, and looked over at Carrie with an equally sleepy gaze. "Just fucking kiss me." She rasped.

Carrie slid closer and kissed Gwen hard and deep. I stayed hovering over them, arms shaking as my orgasm finally began to subside. I watched the girls kiss slowly and warmly, and then their eyes turned to me, looking up like sultry does, awaiting their fate as headlights barreled towards them.

I let himself fall forward into Gwen's embrace, Carrie joining as we kissed in a three-way of lips and tongues. All the while, I stayed buried inside Gwen, unable to move, too sensitive to pull out. Our hands wandered, grasping breasts, asses, sides, cheeks, hair... It was a few moments of a tangle of tongues and moans and sweat and then... we drifted off. All together. Maybe not at the exact same moment. But we came to rest in a tangle, and eventually we were all out from exhaustion.

It was hard to tell how long we were like that. I woke up and the clock said it was three in the morning. But I couldn't remember when we'd passed out. I was laying next to Gwen now, spooning her from behind. Her and Carrie were facing each other, hands clasped as if they'd fallen asleep holding them. With an effort, I moved away from Gwen, our skin still sticking together and peeling apart uncomfortably. Once I was away, I rolled off the bed and lightly walked towards the bathroom, closing the door to relieve myself and then slipped into the shower to try to clean myself off.

The water was cold and it felt refreshing as I washed away the sweat and the cum and other fluids from the long session of fucking we'd just had. I still couldn't believe it had happened. What I'd done. How Gwen and Carrie had pushed and prodded and gotten me to react. But most of all... I felt lighter. Like, all the weight of the past few days and the months before as everything began to fall apart, was no longer on my shoulders.

Strange to think maybe I'd 'fucked' the pain away. But I knew it was more than that. That last time, that last orgasm with Gwen, the words... the confession... tears... it had released a knot that had been tied inside me. Now all my emotions were loose and I could feel. Everything wasn't solved... far from it. But at least I'd started.

Now I needed to figure out next steps.

I got out of the shower, not bothering with a towel to cover up after I was dry. The room was quiet, the only sound was the air conditioner and the girls' soft breathing as they continued to sleep on the bed. For a moment, I just stood and stared down at my two coworkers. This was going to make work awkward. Or... maybe not. Maybe we could be mature adults and just... be professional in the office and then outside... what... be awkward? Intimate? Nothing at all?

That was a whole other can of worms I'd have to deal with later.

Grabbing my phone, I looked at the last text I'd sent to Julie. Read through the transcript of the voicemail she'd left. I sat on the edge of the bed and re-read it again. And again. It was hard to imagine that Julie didn't love me. That she was lying in the message, considering what she'd yelled at me when I'd gone back to the house. But we'd both said things, done things, acted less than mature.

Instead of confronting the problem, I ran. Then we'd yelled and blamed and argued. All of that had just made things worse.

I sighed and put my phone aside. The only way things were going to get fixed was if I confronted them. Gwen was right. Things were only over if I stopped. The only way that was going to happen was if I confronted Julie face to face. If she didn't want me, then she needed to say it to my face.

There was no time like the present.

Careful to stay quiet, I got dressed, trying to ignore the soreness in my muscles. I left a quick note on the nightstand so the girls didn't think I'd abandoned them or left them with the room bill, and then slipped out... headed home.