A Young Couple's Journey - Pt. 12

I scanned over the last few tickets and bills Alex had been racking up. Not only did he have a complete disregard for parking regulations, but also for speeding. One ticket was almost 400 dollars, because he managed to speed right in front of a traffic camera. Well, there were many of those, but that was the worst one. I was going to show him the expenses he caused, and tell him I couldn't work together like this. If this wasn't enough reason to fire him...

I scanned his contract one more time before I called him in. It was iron-clad. I wondered if he had drawn it up himself by how stringent it was about firing him. The only way out was to quit, and then he'd get paid out until the end of the year anyway, and it wasn't even fully spring yet.

"Mr. Jones is here, sir," my secretary said over the intercom.

"Send him in," I said.

I watched as Alex walked into my office and sat down in front of me. He looked so smug and confident, like nothing could touch him. But I was determined not to let him get away with all this bullshit anymore.

"Thank you for coming in, Mr. Jones," I said, trying to sound calm and professional.

"No problem," Alex replied, smiling cockily at me. The way he looked at me, it was as if he was in on some joke that I wasn't privy to. I knew he was up to something, but I didn't know what. And I was afraid that whatever it was, it would be bad.

"Well, I called you in because there's been some serious complaints regarding your behavior," I began. "I've been looking through your accounts, and you've racked up quite a few violations of our policies. I'm afraid that if you continue like this, I'll have to let you go."

Alex just continued smiling at me. "Whatever you say," he replied. "But I think we both know you're not going to do that."

I frowned. "Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Because I'm the best thing that ever happened to your company," Alex said. "And because Kimberly loves having me around."

I felt my blood begin to boil. How dare he talk about my wife that way? And how dare he act like he had any kind of control over me or my business? I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"You also tried to break into one of the offices, Luna's. Why?"

"Well, I figured I'd get some work done, and I needed some contracts. That pharma stuff seems like it would pay a lot, so why not give it a try?" Alex shrugged.

"So you thought you'd steal from the company?" I asked, remaining calm.

"No, I just thought I'd take a peek. Maybe see if I could find something interesting," Alex said, still grinning at me.

"You'd be in jail if you were successful; everything in there is classified," I said. Alex's grin dropped for a mere second, but was soon back across his arrogant face.

"Look, Josh. I know you're just jealous of me, so why don't you stop making this difficult and just let me do my job?" he said. "I'm here whether you like it or not."

"Actually," I said. "I have some work for you. I'm not sure how you convinced Kim to draw this contract, but we both know you're almost unfireable."

Alex nodded confidently. "You got that right," he said. "So what's the job?"

"At Entrendy, we're opening a small subsidiary called 'Entrendy Workwear'. It's in Alaska, as we're marketing ourselves as the highest quality workwear produced on American soil; thus, the rough environment is a perfect marketing ground, and we hope to sponsor the Iditarod with both coats and gloves," I said. I saw Alex's face sour.

"Alaska?" he spat, but I ignored him. He was doing this whether he wanted to or not. I hated being the boss like this, but I had to.

"We have a deal with an array of American alpaca farms, so it's both warm and very light material. We hope that by sponsoring the Iditarod, we prove that our clothes work in any cold environment, such as commercial fishing in the Bering Strait. That's where you come in," I said, getting up from my chair and retrieving a few documents he was going to sign. I rounded the table and placed the documents in front of him, and he started reading.

"This is work that will allow you to retire before you're 50. Probably by 40, if you do your job well. You have to sell our workwear, advertise it, and so on, and I'm signing you over to our newly opened Alaskan office. Lodging and a company car, the latter per your contract, will be chosen for you, of course. You have three months to show results," I said, placing the pen on the table. "If you choose to quit, you'll get paid out until the end of the year."

It was quite the lucrative deal, but the way I saw it, if he took the deal, I might actually get a decent worker out of him. The product sold itself, but if he were good, he'd earn us a lot of money. Either that, or I'd pay him his hundred thousand and send him on his way and fight his lawyers. At least this way, I may get him out of my way, and to Alaska no less.

"I just need your signature that you accept this reassignment," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Alex looked up at me as if to protest, but as he looked up, I saw that he hesitated. It wasn't an actual physical threat, and it wasn't something I enjoyed doing, but the implication was still there. The way I leaned over him, still holding the pen toward him, the way I was simply much bigger and stronger than he, towering over him as he sat and I stood, made it clear that he was going to sign this contract right now. I knew Alex didn't want to do this, but he also probably knew that I was serious. I wasn't ever going to lay a hand on a worker, but the physical intimidation still worked wonders. I saw Alex's gears turn rapidly as he was desperate not to look weak, but found himself in what he deemed a compromised position.

"Retire by 40, eh?" Alex said, sounding thoughtful.

"Yes," I replied. "It's a good deal."

Alex picked up the pen and looked at it for a moment. He then glanced up at me before sighing and signing the document. He pushed the papers across the table toward my side of the desk.

I quickly rounded the table, signed them, picked them up, and placed them in my drawer.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Jones," I said. "Your flight leaves on Friday. You're on it. I'll send someone to pick you up." Alex wasn't half as smart as he thought he was. He could've simply refused. But whatever, it was done now.

"Thank you," Alex muttered, embarrassed that he had yielded to some good old-fashioned American brute force. "I guess I'll see you in 20-something years," he joked, actually managing to draw a laugh from me.

"Good luck," I said, shaking his hand.

"You know-" Alex began, looking almost human for a moment. "Erh... I never meant to... dislike you."

"Good luck," I reiterated.

With that, Alex turned and left my office. I watched as he walked away, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Finally, I was able to deal with him. But the taste of victory didn't have nearly as good a flavor as it would if I could now march down to Linda's desk and gloat. No. She was still in Florida, and I hoped her mother would recover soon.

I looked down at my wristwatch. It was almost time for another set of job interviews, but I was already feeling drained. I had a lot to think about. I sat down on my chair, leaning back and closing my eyes. I wish I could have Linda here so I could, I don't know, just talk to her. She had her phone, of course, and I had checked in on her a few days ago, but it wasn't nearly the same.

It wasn't just dealing with Alex and the work that had drained me. It was a feeling that had been lingering for the last few days, like a shadow cast over everything I did. A kind of loneliness. I missed Linda, I missed her a lot, and I hated that she had to deal with all this. I wasn't really in the mood for job interviews, but I had to do it.

I took a deep breath and got up from my chair, feeling heavier than before. It was pretty unfair towards Kim to be this out of it over another woman, but it couldn't be helped. I just hoped this wasn't the beginning of a downward spiral.

As I walked to the conference room, I stuck my head into Luna's office. She was in there with Mrs. Lewis, talking with great enthusiasm. I could tell Mrs. Lewis was a bit smitten by Luna's endless charm, and who didn't? There was something very captivating about Luna; she had this incredible aura. Perhaps it was her self-confidence?

Mrs. Lewis wasn't exactly unattractive either. She was of African-American descent and a former athlete like myself, though a gymnast. The way her light blue jeans clung to her legs and ass told me that much. Her green blouse also revealed a tanned and rather inviting cleavage, which I noticed Luna stealing glances at.

"Sorry, girls. I just came here to remind Luna about the job interviews."

"Oh, right!" Luna said excitedly. "Sorry, Mrs. Lewis, but could we perhaps finish our talk another time? It's been really wonderful."

"Sure, no worries," she laughed. "Take care now." She collected her files from the desk before walking past me.

"She was quite impressed," Luna said with a wink.

"I think it was something more," I chuckled. I knew that look from Luna. It was a softer version of her regularly predatory look.

"Hm? Something more?" Luna asked, sounding as casual as can be.

"Don't worry, just my silly old mind running around. You were great," I said. "Just remember she's married."

"Heh, shut up, Josh," Luna said, smacking my shoulder harder than necessary. A bit of physical attention between siblings. "She's a client."

"Exactly," I retorted.

The interviews, to be honest, were carried by Luna's fantastic people skills, as I was pretty much absentminded. Even though I was able to take some initiative, for the most part, my brain checked out, and I didn't remember much. Just a blur.

"Mirella seemed pretty good. She was the one we were looking out for right?" Luna said. "She hasn't been in the workforce for some years, but is by far the biggest fish. 37 isn't too old either, though who are we to judge? Plus, she brings with her a handful of good contracts. Loyal contracts. Her sister is running a campaign soon too, so that could get very interesting."

"Right," I muttered, pretending to read something on my computer while checking out Linda's socials instead.

"Come on, Josh. You can't be sad forever!" Luna groaned. "Alright... listen, if you really miss her so much, why don't you give her a visit? We need you at your A game up here, and if you need a trip or something, you should go for it."

I sighed, feeling a bit guilty for ignoring Luna so much. But she was right, I should do something about this. And maybe visiting Linda would help me get out of this funk. But there was so much to do, and it felt weird chasing after a girl who wasn't mine... but it didn't feel great letting Linda be on her own either. I knew it wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself, but it felt like I was abandoning her.

Maybe this whole thing about more or less having two women was just a wild fantasy. Right now, it was just messy, at least within the confines of my head. But either way, Linda was the one I sought comfort from, who gave me security. That was an objective fact. When Kim went too fast and hurt me, or when I just needed to rest at all, or gently pushing me in the directions I was too afraid to walk on my own, Linda was there for me.

And like Luna said. My A-game wasn't there lately, and we had some important dealings with both the CDC and General Motors coming up, a campaign and line of suits we had been hellbent on making. Luna had put so much effort into the branding and the target demographics, too. It wasn't fair to anyone that I felt the way I was feeling, especially if it affected my professionalism.

I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"Josh... do you really like her that much?" Luna asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean, I know you're married and stuff, but do you really... like... Linda?" she clarified.

I paused for a moment.

"I know it's weird to talk about this stuff with your little sister," she said, "but I can tell you're struggling with this, and I just want to help."

I looked up at Luna. She was smiling at me, and I realized that I had been an idiot.

"I'm here for you, and I can manage hold the reins here while you're down there. Especially if we hire someone like Mirella. She can manage the sales team and Calhoun Holdings. Though that name may have to change into something more apt. But Josh, I'm not a kid anymore. You can trust me to handle things."

I smiled back at her. "You're right. I'm sorry I haven't been paying much attention to you and the company lately. I'll try to do better."

"It's okay," Luna said. "But seriously, if you want to go see her, then go see her! It doesn't have to be anything more than a friend looking out for another, if that's what you're afraid of. Though knowing Kim, I doubt she'll mind at all. I mean, Linda is basically a part of our family at this point."

"I guess you're right," I said. "And thank you for being so understanding. I know you probably don't want to hear about my personal problems, but I appreciate you listening anyway."

"Hey, Linda is not the only one in your corner. Kim and I are here for you too," Luna encouraged. I sighed a bit. She was right. I was letting my negative emotions get the better of me. I needed to put on a brave face and deal with things.

"Alright," I said, standing up. "I think I might just go down there and see how she's doing. You're right, it's not like I'm going to be any good here anyway."

"Yeah, I'd say," Luna teased. "And why don't you give that big cock of hers a suck from me, eh?"

I then blushed profusely.

"What, you don't think I'm noticing something's going on? The way you two look at each other... I mean, the way you look at her," she added quickly, chuckling slightly. I slumped back into my chair.

"I'm honestly so confused by all of it," I admitted.

"What, because Linda packs that big piece of meat of hers? You afraid she'll make you feel less of a man, or something?" Luna asked, still teasing me.

"N-no," I protested. "Well... that is intimidating, but that is not it really. I just feel like I might be... stricken with her. But I'm married to Kim. She says everything is alright, but I'm still feeling guilty."

Luna nodded sympathetically.

"And I just really need to talk to her right now. Linda, I mean. She's been my rock since we started... the whole cuckold thing, I guess. When she was around, it felt like everything just worked out, and I didn't have to worry about anything. She makes me feel safe... and she makes me feel safe from... y'know, from Kim. It's fucked up, but you know how reckless Kim can be. Linda is the opposite. Careful and considerate," I said, my voice trailing off, realizing I was sort of rambling. "I'm sorry, I know you don't want to hear about this stuff."

"Hey, I asked," Luna shrugged. "And I agree, that whole cuckold thing is pretty fucked up. That's honestly one of the reasons I'm not really fucking Kim anymore."

I nodded. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. It was always fine with me when it was with you, so you don't have to, erh, stop on my account," I said. Luna smiled and stood, rounded me, and soon I felt her strong grip dig into my shoulders and her nimble fingers gently massage my muscles.

"That's nice," I sighed, leaning back into my chair.

"You've been pretty tense lately," Luna observed. "And I know you're stressed out about everything that's been happening, but I think you're taking things too hard. You need to learn to relax and let go of some of your worries. It's not good for you to hold on to all this stress."

I nodded, enjoying the feeling of Luna's hands massaging my shoulders. I knew she was right, but it wasn't as easy as she made it sound.

"So you're cool with me and Kim continuing our... escapades?" Luna asked.

"Yes, of course," I replied.

Luna chuckled. "You guys are weird. Does Kim still insist on me domming you?"

I blushed, but luckily I had Luna behind me so she didn't see. "No. She hasn't really mentioned anything like that lately. She's pretty gungho on Linda though."

"Ah, I see. I'm glad, because her incest-insisting was a bit much sometimes," Luna said, moving to press her thumbs right into my neck. It hurt a bit, but it also felt really good.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But I think she's come around since you rejected it. She knows not everyone is into it," I said. "For some reason, she listens more to you on that account."

There was a brief moment of silence before Luna spoke again.

"Do you think she'll ever stop being so obsessed with cheating on you?" she asked.

I sighed and shrugged. "I don't know. I hope so. For now, it has just been Linda and you, all under control and whatnot, but I'm not sure if we'll ever introduce... others. She teases me about it, though. Sorry, is that TMI?"

"It's all good. But do you think Linda would ever cheat on you? Like how Kim does it, rubbing it in your face and shit?" Luna asked.

I chuckled. "Nah. Linda is too much of a nice girl for that. She would never do something like that. I don't see a world she'd even consider it, actually."

Luna nodded. "Yeah, she seems like a sweetheart. I'm glad she's in our lives. And I'm glad she makes you feel safe. I think you need that."

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

We sat in silence for a moment as Luna continued massaging my shoulders. It felt really good.

"So, uh, I might be out of terms... but I know Linda is fine with living in Kim's shadow, as long as she's close to you, but do you really think that is fair to her? I'm not sure what the correct or right decision is, but letting her live as the second fiddle, to only have you on a part-time basis, y'know, emotionally, that doesn't seem very considerate of her. Don't you feel sorry for her, that the time she spends with you is just basically charity work?" Luna asked.

I froze. I had never thought about it like that before. And now that she mentioned it, I did feel bad. Even worse than I already did. Linda deserved so much better than that. She deserved to have someone who would put her first, not someone who would treat her like a second option. Was that what I was doing? I felt like I cherished her, but was I really? Life suddenly became much more real than it usually was.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Luna said, noticing the change in my posture. "I just want you to think about it. I know you care about her, and we all know that she cares about you too, but she's been through a lot of shit recently, and in life in general, and she deserves to have someone who will be there for her all the time, to have that security. I say that for the love I have for you both."

"I know," I said quietly, Luna spinning the chair around so she could look at me. "And I appreciate your honesty. I think you're right. I think I've been taking advantage of her. She's always been there for me, and it doesn't seem right that she should accept to, as you said, live in the shadows of a 'real' relationship."

Luna nodded. "I'm glad you understand," she said. "I know it's hard, but I think it's for the best that you make a decision on that."

I sighed. I knew what I needed to do, but I was scared. I didn't want to hurt anyone, especially not Linda. But I also knew that I couldn't keep living like this. It wasn't fair to any of us.

"I'll talk to her," I said finally. "And I'll figure out what to do from there. Thank you, Luna. For everything."

Luna smiled at me. "You're welcome," she said. "And remember, no matter what happens, I'm here for you. Always."

I nodded, smiling back at her.

"Now get going, and give my best wishes to Linda," Luna teased. "Who knows, maybe one day she'll fuck your mouth while I peg your ass."

I laughed and shook my head, feeling a bit better about things.

"I love you too, Luna," I said. "And I'm glad we can still talk like this."

"Me too," she replied, slapping my shoulders. "Now get out of here before I kick your butt!"

I shook my head again, getting up, feeling pummeled from her heavy kneading. "I'll talk to you later, Luna. Hire Mirella if you think she's good for us. I'll go talk to Kim and see what she'll say about this."

"You better save a piece for me as well!" Luna laughed. I just shrugged.

"We're all adults. If you and Linda feel so inclined, I won't object," I said. It felt very much like with Kim. I trusted Luna with everything I had and knew she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

"You're unteasable," Luna pouted.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, ruffling her hair. "Just... keep things running while I'm gone. I know I can count on you."

"Will do, bro," Luna replied, waving at me dismissively. "Go get some pussy, you hound."

*

It had been a few days since Linda left for Florida, and Josh had been pretty down. He was constantly checking his phone for messages from her, and I could tell he missed her a lot. It was kind of cute how close they were. But I also felt bad for him. It was obvious that he relied a lot on her, and I knew it wasn't easy for him to battle his relationship to me and also to hers. That, and running a company in the midst over everything, I knew that, like always, that he had a lot on his mind.

These things seemed a lot harder on him than for me for some reason. I guess that it spoke to his character how sensitive he was, but I think it also showed how strong and resilient he was. He always put everyone else's needs before his own, and I admired that about him. He was a true hero, and I was glad to have him in my life. But it sometimes came to his detriment.

I could tell that his feelings about the whole thing were starting to eat away at him, and I hated seeing him in pain like that. But at the same time, I was worried. The more he struggled with this, the more I worried that anything I'd do was too little, too late to sway him from Linda's prowess. On one hand, I knew it was dangerous not to remind him who he was actually married to, but on the other, I desperately wanted him to get pushed face first into the mattress while Linda was sodomizing him and making him cry in blissful pleasure as his manhood was being robbed. God, the image. My skin was already covered in goosebumps.

It was hard to contain my desires, and I wasn't sure how long I could keep holding back. Since Alex, and since Linda went to Florida, I had been on my best behavior with Josh. He wasn't always in the mood for sex, but there were plenty of other things I did for him. I for once did chores. I walked Barney, made lunch and dinner every night. My trips to the gym to get my body into prime shape for him had become more frequent. The way his face lit up from a series of stressful thoughts was priceless when I cooked a new meal, or when I got into his arms and rubbed his back.

I winced a bit from getting my butt smacked, though, as I was very sore nowadays.

But going to the gym more frequently brought other problems. I saw Toby more often. Luckily he didn't approach. In fact, I got the feeling that he was on purpose ignoring me. That was supposed to be a good thing. So why did it bother me?

In fact, he hadn't approached me ever since I told him off. Was he really keeping his hands off me? I had half expected him to approach me and I honestly started to wonder if he had truly been broken by Josh and lost... erh, his allure? He hadn't even sent a text message since then, either. I almost missed his suggestive remarks and innuendos, and it irritated me that I didn't feel relieved. Instead, I was filled with a strange desire for more of his advances, no matter how hard I tried pushing the feeling down. Why wasn't I relieved? He was a creep. An asshole, as in the literal sense of a pig.

I should hate him! He wasn't worthy of my consideration, the lowlife he was. Yet, somehow, I found his aggression very sexy, and it bothered me. Did it turn me on that he had once successful corrupted me? It was so long ago now, though. It even felt like years.

This entire train of thought was annoying. Toby had successfully wormed his way under my skin and was distracting me from what mattered; Josh and his well-being. And not even by saying anything, or doing anything. Just by simply being in the same place. God, I hated him so much, yet I couldn't deny that I still lusted after him. But it was just lust, right?

I still remember how he would treat me like property, how he'd subject me to his brutalization. It wasn't brutal, though, more determined. That I was there to please him and only him. And how I loved it. Every last second of it, until it ended. His big cock would stretch me out and fill me up in ways that Josh never could. I shuddered at the thought of how good it felt when Toby used my body. How good it felt when he'd pound into me, making me moan and whimper in pleasure.

And I hated myself for loving every second of it. I hated that I wanted Toby to fuck me again. To use my body like I was a toy. I hated that I wanted him to be rough with me and make me scream. For him to humiliate Josh again by using his wife and that I would love it more with Toby than with Josh. How demeaning wouldn't it be for Josh that his old rival would conquer his wife again? After everything we had been through, after all the repair we had done(and me undone, but Josh didn't know that)...

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This was ridiculous. I shouldn't be thinking about Toby right now, especially not after he had just ignored me. It was probably for the best anyway. I didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

As if he had read my mind, my phone vibrated. I glanced over at it and saw Toby's name appear on the screen. I reached over and grabbed my phone, swiping the notification away. I wasn't going to answer his texts, no matter how badly I wanted to. It would be better if I just ignored him altogether, and pretend like he didn't exist. But I knew that if I did that, it would only make things worse.

I bit my lip as I stared at my phone. Toby had a way of getting under my skin and I knew that if I let him, he would worm his way back into my life and I'd be powerless to stop him. It was like a curse. With an annoyed sigh, I threw myself back into the game I was playing, but my heart wasn't in it.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again. I picked it up and saw another text from Toby. My finger hovered over the delete button, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I opened the message and read it.

'u ignoring me?' he had written.

I stared at the message for a few seconds. I reread it, then scrolled up to see his previous message.

'Hey Kimberly. Sorry to be bothering you again, but I just wondered if we could talk? We can meet in public if that is okay. I just want to share my side of this,' he had written.

God damnit. Now he wanted to have the fucking decency?

I started typing furiously. 'That's mighty considerate of you, but you have nothing to share. I can't remember the last time a single word that escaped your lips didn't turn into something disgusting and rotten,' I wrote, before hitting send. I regretted it immediately. This was just what he wanted.

As if waiting, Toby replied instantaneously. 'I'm sorry. I deserve that. But I would like to have the opportunity to atone. At least hear me out?'

'Atone?' I scoffed, rolling my eyes at how idiotic it sounded. Then I paused. Toby had changed a lot lately. He was still an asshole, and he still looked at women like property, but the last time we talked, it seemed he had taken what I said into consideration, and for a man like him, it took effort.

Still, he deserved whatever I did and more to him. He couldn't simply stroll into my life again, sweep the dust under the rug and pretend he hadn't broken everything I held dear. And besides, I had responsibilities.

'Listen... Toby... I don't know where you suddenly gained this... level headedness, but whatever it is you want with me; the answer is a loud no,' I wrote, feeling like that would conclude our business, at least this time. But my fingers lingered as I waited for Toby to persist.

'You sure? I was actually planning on going to the gym. It's a nice neutral ground with lots of people. You can hear me out, and then you can get to scream at me in a public gym. I'm sure the idiots that work out there will rush to your aid. You have that effect on people, at least on men.'

God, that cocky bastard. Unrelenting and undeterred. As infuriating as it was, he managed to strike a cord with me, especially with his sneaky little compliment. Then I imagined myself rewarding those at the gym that came to my rescue. I shook my head. One thing at a time. I still wanted to at least hear him out.

'Fine. But you're not off the hook. When are we meeting? I need to get ready. And I need to let Josh know where I'm going.'

'You should probably not tell him you're seeing me,' Toby wrote. Seeing him? Did he try to imply something?

'He'd kill us both if he finds out, so no worries there,' I replied, feeling my heart thudding. We had been so careful for so long, and now I was willing to throw that all away just to hear the piggy out? Was I out of my fucking mind?

'Alright, meet you in half hour.' Toby's last text message wasn't a question, not a suggestion. It was what he told me to do. I didn't like that for so many reasons.

With a shaking hand, I replied that I would.

Half an hour. That's all the time I had left until I would see Toby again. Deliberately. I guess there was some finality to this, though. I would confront him, and hopefully get some closure for what he had done to me. For what I had done to Josh. After everything, maybe it would give some comfort to just tell the bastard where he should go and shove his fake decency up there. I would make him regret the moment he laid eyes on me. Or the moment he shoved that beast into my body. I shook a bit at the memory.

I quickly shot a message to Josh.

'Hey, you mind if I'm a bit late from the gym?' I asked.

'No problem,' he replied. 'I'll probably be here a bit later too.'

I sighed in relief. He bought it. I felt terrible hiding things from Josh, but I couldn't risk him finding out that I was going to meet Toby. I didn't want to cause any more problems for him than I already had.

'Thanks. I love you,' I wrote.

'Love you too,' he replied.

I smiled at his message. He was always so sweet and thoughtful. I didn't deserve him, but I was glad I had him. But now I had to focus. Toby and I were going to meet, and I needed to be ready.

I quickly changed into my workout clothes. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure everything looked good. I was going to show Toby what he couldn't have, so I got some yoga shorts that hugged me tightly, and sported a tank top that exposed my cleavage. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and my makeup was perfect. I was ready.

I grabbed my gym bag and headed out the door. As I drove to the gym, I thought about what I was going to say to Toby. I wanted to make sure I got my point across, and I didn't want him to try anything funny.

I arrived at the gym and parked my car. I took a deep breath before stepping out. I was nervous, but I knew I could handle it. I had handled Toby before, and I could do it again.

As I walked into the gym, I scanned the room for him. It didn't take long to find him. He was lifting weights in the corner, and as soon as he saw me, he put his weights down and I approached him.

"Hey," he said, giving me a small smile.

"Don't 'hey' me," I snapped. "You wanted to meet, so let's get this over with."

Toby nodded and sat down on the bench, gesturing for me to join him. I sat down reluctantly, still keeping my distance from him.

"I'm glad you came," Toby said, his eyes roaming my small cleavage without shame.

"Yeah, well, I'm not here to make small talk. What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, trying to sound as intimidating as possible.

Toby took a deep breath. "Look, Kimberly, I'm sorry for what happened between us. I know I've treated you badly, and I've hurt you and Josh. But I want to make things right. I want to show you that I can change, that I am changing. Before we... did stuff, I think we had a great relationship and I hope we could rekindle that. I mean, to remain friends at least. I really miss talking with you. And..."

I scoffed. I knew he was having me on the ropes, but I couldn't let it show. I wasn't going to fall for his bullshit anymore.

"I don't care if you're sorry. What matters is what you did, not what you say," I said. "And besides, even if you could change, I have no interest in being friends with you. You hurt me, and you hurt Josh, and there's no coming back from that."

Toby stared at me for a moment before nodding.

"I know I fucked up, but really, think about it, how bad was it really? It was bound to happen either way, and what was I to think? I got teased by a hot Latina queen like yourself and what were I to do?" Toby said.

"Not scheme, perhaps? Not betraying my trust and that of my husband?" I asked.

"Kimberly... you know that you wanted it as much as I did. Josh did probably too, why else would we ever end up where we did? And you know that if you were to stop this silly charade and just admit it, everything would be so much better," Toby said.

I felt the anger rising inside me. How dare he? He didn't know anything about me, or what I wanted.

"Silly charade?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes. "You don't know shit. I'm happy with Josh, and I have no desire to be with you."

"Oh, I didn't meant to imply that we should hook up again, I meant before," he said, with a devious grin. I had slipped up, but I felt pissed that he had this gall to remind me of all that. How stupid was I back then? To believe I actually enjoyed the whole fucked up situation?

"Regardless, you're a shithead, a scumbag and a douchebag," I muttered. "I can't stand to even be in the same room as you. The only reason I'm here is because you wouldn't let this rest until you said your little speech," I added. "It wasn't exactly the Oscar winner you imagined."

"Well," he grinned, ignoring my remark. "I thought you'd change your mind once you heard me out. So, how about it?"

"How about what?" I asked, confused.

"That we hang out together. As friends. I think it would be good for both of us," Toby suggested. "You've yelled and cursed me out a bit now, and I think we need some time to cool off, but you're still the same Kimberly I like, and I want to get to know you again. As friends. So, what do you say? Will you give me a chance?"

I stared at him, not sure how to respond. On one hand, I still hated him, but on the other, I was intrigued by his suggestion. I knew that I couldn't trust him, but something about that distrust made it so much more exciting. The thought of sneaking around behind Josh's back, of betraying his trust, was thrilling in a way I couldn't deny. But Toby's courage... he seemed more forward now, and less timid, I guess.

And there was also the fact that Toby wanted to seduce me, and I wanted to resist. I loved Josh, and I didn't want to hurt him. But if I could play this game with Toby, I could prove to myself that I was stronger than before. That I was capable of resisting temptation. That I was worthy of Josh's love. Maybe one day in the future I'd look back at this point as the moment where I was able to turn things around and resist being so bad.

"Fine," I said. "But you better not try anything funny. And if you do, I will tell Josh everything."

Toby flinched for a fraction of a second, letting me know that not all the pleasantries were heartfelt. He still loathed Josh. Why did that serve to entice me so much? God damn it.

"So how about today? We can go back to my apartment. You remember how messy I used to have it? I'm much better at keeping clean now," Toby said.

I hesitated. I knew if I went back to his place, there was a good chance I would let him fuck me again. And that would be wrong, very wrong. But at the same time, the idea of fucking Toby again, of cheating on Josh, was too tempting to resist. I knew I shouldn't, but I wanted to. And I hated myself for wanting it.

"No, not your place. Somewhere public, where we can talk," I said. "I'm not going to your apartment alone."

"Alright, fair enough," Toby nodded, though I saw that by his smirk that he had the same thought as I did. He knew he'd be able to seduce me. "How about the diner? We can get some food, and it's usually pretty quiet there."

I nodded. "I- I don't really want to be seen in public with you. At a gym, I can explain, but at a diner eating together?"

"So what do you want to do?"

"Do we have to do anything? Can't we just... chat over text?" I suggested. I knew it was a lame excuse, but I didn't want to risk anyone seeing us together.

Toby shook his head. "We're not going to have a meaningful conversation over text. If you want to talk, we have to do it face to face," he said.

"Well, I don't know..." I said, hesitating.

"Come on, Kimberly. Don't you want to get to know me again?" Toby said with a heavy emphasis on 'know'. "Don't you miss the great times we had together?"

I sighed and looked away. He was right, I did miss it. The sex, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline when we fucked. It had been the best sex of my life, and that even despite how clumsy Toby was in the beginning, and I knew that if I went back to his place, it would be even better than before. But I couldn't let myself be tempted. I needed to be strong.

"Does every conversation have to be a discussion of fucking?" I snapped.

Toby shrugged. "I just thought I'd let you know what's on the table."

"Well, you can keep those thoughts to yourself," I said. "I'm not going to fall for your bullshit again. I'll text you if I feel like it, but don't expect it. Bye."

Triumphantly, I rose and marched away. This was a victory. Even if Toby didn't give up, I could always just not reply to his texts. I had won this round. But deep down inside, I felt a strange sadness.

*

I looked at Kimberly as she marched away, my eyes glued to her flawless ass hugged in those pants she had donned just for me. She no doubt felt like she had won that one, but she had not only given me a foot in the door, she had practically handed me the keys to the whole castle. I closed my eyes and pictured her writhing body and her pained face as I took her, I pictured how she relished me taking Josh's place between her delicate legs and how she came undone as she came on my cock before I came inside her fertile little body.

I had a lot to look forward to, and the only thing left to do was to prepare for it.

Everything she did during this conversation gave me clues to her mental state, and the cracks were big enough to let me squeeze through. In a way, it was sad to see her so conflicted, but at the same time, it made it all the more delicious to corrupt her. Especially when I wanted her back to Sarah's apartment. That was the biggest clue. From her hesitation, how she looked away almost looking scared, I knew that the resolve was almost non existent. She pretty much said 'if I come back with you, we're going to fuck'. I felt myself swell at the thought. Being so close to burying myself inside of Josh's wife, inside of Kimberly, was ever the more motivation.

I hurried home after ditching my training. Would it be too fast if I sent Kimberly a suggestive message? Or perhaps a picture of what she had been missing all this time? Her body was so sensitive to the sight of my erect cock. I grinned as I imagined her reaction. But it was too soon. I had to take things slow. Even with almost no resolve, I had to be sure. There was too much at stake.

Besides, Sarah was home. While I didn't care if she caught me, I didn't want anyone to interfere with what I was doing. Speaking of interfering, as I got home, I saw that Sarah was in fact getting dolled up for some reason.

"What's this?" I asked, waving a hand at her as I kicked off my shoes. The little brunette and her wide eyes stared at me, always in her annoying cheerful mood. It was fucking aggravating.

"Oh, hi Toby! I'm just getting ready for a girls' night out. My friends have been begging me to go out with them, and I finally caved. You know how it is," she chuckled, applying some lipstick.

"So you're leaving? Now, you know how I feel about that, right?" I said. I much preferred Sarah at home, where I saw what she was doing. Yes, I was getting better, but I knew there was men out there, like Josh, who'd Sarah whore herself out for. Why else would she go out?

"Yes, I know. But I can't stay in here forever. And besides, I think I've given you plenty of opportunities to...," she teased, wiggling her ass. She still wasn't completely broken in yet, and it was honestly a bit annoying. "Have your ways."

"You should dye your hair black," I grunted. She'd not look anywhere close to Kimberly, but whatever. Close enough.

"You think so?" Sarah asked confused. "My hair is quite dark already, don't you think?" she added, looking at it in the mirror.

"It would suit you better," I replied. I then grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. "Now, before you go, why don't we have a little fun?"

Sarah giggled. "I knew you'd never get enough of me," she said, teasing me with a smile. "Fine, but only if you don't keep me from getting late."

"You, ugh, don't tell me what to do," I grunted into her ear, grinding my cock against her ass. "But I won't take long either."

"Mmm... I can feel that you're already so hard for me," she moaned. "I love feeling your big cock against my ass. All my friends tell me I'm radiating lately."

"You've been telling your friends about me?" I asked, gritting my teeth, fighting back my irritation. Always with the gossip.

"A bit," she admitted, turning around. "But I haven't told them too much. Just enough to make them jealous."

"Don't talk to them about me like that. It's unbecoming," I said. To think she was out there bragging like a whore. Though I treated her like one. Kimberly would surely not do anything like that. Kimberly would be chained inside our home, where I could breed her over and over.

"So you're saying I shouldn't tell them about your huge cock and how good you make me feel?" Sarah teased. "Or how you make me scream in pleasure?"

"I'll show you what screaming is," I grunted, pushing her against the wall. My hands slid under her skirt and began groping her ass.

"Ooh... you're such a tease, Toby," she moaned, grinding her ass against my crotch. "You know I love it when you're rough with me."

I pushed her against the wall and kissed her neck, biting her as I began rubbing her clit through her panties.

"Ah... yes! Fuck, that feels good," Sarah moaned, her hands reaching back to pull down her panties. As soon as they were on the floor, I was on top of her again, my fingers working her clit.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" I growled in her ear, my other hand grabbing her throat. "Then tell your nasty whore friends all about it? Want them to run jealous back to their boyfriends, fucking themselves with their dildos, wishing they had me instead?" I said through gritted teeth. That was how all the girls saw Josh, and how I loathed him for being so effortlessly in with women. I had been so timid before, but I knew that some girls just needed a firm hand.

"Ah... Toby, what the fuck?!" Sarah exclaimed, but I grabbed her hands and pinned them against the wall. I was rough, I knew I was being too rough, but I wanted to show her that she couldn't say those things to me without consequences. She wanted to brag? I'd give her something to gossip about.

"Shut up," I grunted. "Or better yet, maybe you should invite one of them over. Then you can really show me of to your slut friends."

"You're fucking crazy," Sarah gasped, trying to free herself from my grasp. But I was too strong for her.

I pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her tight pussy clenching around them. She was already so wet, and it made me even angrier. She was just as much of a whore as the rest of them, and I hated it.

"You like that, don't you?" I growled in her ear, groping her ass with my free hand. Her ass wasn't as good as Kimberly's but it was still in prime condition, but if Sarah was going to go out and find herself someone to whore herself out to, I might as well take it. "Time we broke this ol' thing in, isn't it? You think you could handle my cock?"

"Toby... please," Sarah whimpered, her body trembling as I fingerfucked her.

I ignored her plea and instead pulled her dress up, exposing her bare ass. It was nice and round, and I couldn't wait to bury my cock deep inside it. Sarah had never let me fuck her ass before, but I wanted to try it out. I was sure she could take it. I took a step back and pulled my cock out, stroking it a few times as I admired her exposed ass.

"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself," I said, lining myself up with her ass. "If you can take my cock like a good slut, I'll let you go out tonight. But if you can't, well, then I'll have to punish you."

"Oh God... Toby, you're not going to fit," Sarah moaned, bracing herself against the wall.

She was right. My cock was huge compared to her little asshole, but I didn't care. I wanted to see how much she could take. I pushed my cock against her ass, feeling the tight ring of muscle resisting me. The angle was a bit awkward, so I had to kick her legs apart more, which made her lean forward, and in turn, I could get better leverage. The result was a more relaxed angle for her hole, which I took full advantage of.

"Mmm... fuck yes," I growled, pushing the head of my cock into her ass. "You're going to be a good slut and take all of it, aren't you?"

Sarah's face was scrunching up as I was forcing my way inside her, but she didn't say anything. I pushed forward again, feeling my cock slowly spreading her ass open. It felt amazing, and I couldn't wait to be fully inside her. But it was a tight fit, and I wasn't sure if she could handle it.

"Ah! Toby, it's too much!" she cried out, her hands gripping the wall in front of her.

"Shut up, slut," I growled, slapping her ass hard. "You can take it. Just relax."

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out of her ass, working my cock deeper and deeper each time. Her ass was so tight, so snug, and hot, and I loved the way it was squeezing my cock. My fingers dug into her hips as I fucked her, my balls slapping against her thighs as I increased the pace. It was incredible, and I couldn't hold back my grunting and groaning.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked her, slapping her ass again.

"Ohh... Toby!" Sarah cried out, her hands fisting at the wall. "God, you're so fucking huge!"

I could feel her ass stretching around my cock as I slammed into her, and I knew she wasn't going to be able to take the full length. I kept going though, determined to make her take as much of it as she could. My mind drifted back to Kimberly as I imagined how good she'd feel. Maybe when I finally claimed her I could fuck her in the ass while making her eat Sarah out. Just the thought was enough to bring me closer to the edge. I thrust deeper into Sarah's ass, grunting with each thrust.

"That's it. Fuck, you like that big cock, don't you?" I groaned, slapping her ass as I fucked her harder and harder. "Take it like the fucking whore you are."

"Ah! Yes! Toby, fuck me!" she begged, pushing back against my cock. "It hurts, but fuck, it feels so good... I never knew"

I slammed into her, gripping her hips as I bottomed out in her ass. I leaned down and bit her earlobe, eliciting a surprised moan. "You should bring one of your friends one day, and I'll make you both scream like the filthy whores you are," I murmured in her ear.

"Oh fuck... Toby... please don't say stuff like that," she gasped, her hips thrusting involuntarily. "I don't want to share you with anyone else. I'll keep quiet. Just please cum already."

"Don't tell me what to fucking do," I growled, though my cock was already aching for release.

I reached around and grabbed her tits, roughly squeezing them and tweaking her nipples over her blouse. I loved the feeling of dominating Sarah, and I knew that once Kimberly was mine again, I'd do the same to her. The thought of claiming them both like a piece of property was intoxicating, and it made me crazy. I'd knock them up, and have them both be my personal playthings. They'd obey me and worship my cock. Josh would be completely irrelevant as I fucked and impregnated his wife over and over again.

"Ugh, God! I'm gonna cum!" I growled, digging my fingers into her tits.

"Ah! Toby! Fucking do it! I want you to cum in my ass! Just don't cum on me this time," Sarah moaned, her body convulsing.

I'd fuck Kimberly like this, Luna, hell even Linda, any other women in Josh's life! And Kimberly, she could do nothing to stop it, she could do nothing to prevent it! In fact, I'd have to make her help me! Oh, how glorious it'd be!

"You bitch... Don't think you can... Ugh," I grunted before I let loose inside of her, filling up her tight ass with my cum. She groaned as I pumped load after load into her, coating her insides with my thick seed. "Fucking... ah, damnit, I'm gonna fill you up..."

"Toby... Jesus, Toby, you have to slow down..." Sarah cried out, her whole body trembling. She collapsed into my arms as I held her upright. Her breathing was ragged and she was sweaty, just how I liked them.

I pulled out of her, my cock dripping with my cum.

"Did you enjoy that?" I whispered in her ear, gripping her hips tightly.

"Y-you were too rough," she said, her eyes watering.

"You know that you loved it. Tell your stupid friends what a big slut you are," I grunted before letting her go, staggering a bit. "I've spoiled you."

"God... I need to shower again," Sarah said, pulling down her skirt. She still had a glazed look in her eyes as she glanced at me over her shoulder, then hurried into the bathroom. Always so upbeat and obnoxious, too much freedom, but I'd break her into a good little toy. She'd realize in time she didn't need to go out with her friends. All she needed was right at home.

*

I paced back and forth in my office. I was weighing what Luna had said, but I also felt like I would be intruding if I were to just go down to Florida to meet with Linda. She had her family issues and I respected that she needed space. But I also desperately wanted to be there for her, to hold her, and to be her rock in this.

But I was also racked with guilt. Kim was still my wife, and while I was getting pretty sick and tired of cleaning up her mess, or having to wade through whatever she decided to do that day, I was still her husband. And I knew that we could work things out if we just tried.

I sat down at my desk and put my head in my hands.

That was the problem. We could do that. Or we could not. And that was a really painful thought.

My mind drifted back to Linda and how good it had felt to be around her. To have her arms wrapped around me, her voice in my ear, and her lips pressed against mine. How warm and silky her skin was, how I'd run my nose through every fiber of her hair and every cleft of her body, savoring every last bit of her. Her scent, her taste, the way she made me feel like I was the only man in the world. The way she could make me forget about all the stress and worry I had, if only for a little while.

I missed that. I missed her. In my darkest hour, I was worried that she would have to stay in Florida. Though, I guess I shouldn't feel that way, it was her mother after all. It was selfish of me. I couldn't stand that I hadn't told her how much she meant to me before she left. We had known each other for roughly a year and we always got along like great friends, but it was like my eyes opened wide when she told me how she felt. I guess my eyes opened wide literally too.

Linda was always so strong, but in those moments when she talked to me of how she had a crush on me, she was vulnerable. She chose to be vulnerable with me, and that meant something. And it changed something in me. Suddenly, all of the emotions I had been suppressing came rushing to the surface. All of the longing and desire that I had been denying myself came crashing over me like a tidal wave. We had been on top of each other ever since, acting like frisky teenagers freshly in love. Was that us?

And now Linda was almost a thousand miles away, dealing with something that was way more important than my confused emotions. God, I hoped her mother was okay. I hadn't heard from Linda since she left though, as I wanted to give her space.

Maybe that was the middle ground. I could just give her a call. I just want to be friendly and check up, and I wouldn't be intruding then, would I? I wouldn't be betraying how I should stay emotionally loyal to my marriage, then.

I reached for my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found her number. My thumb hovered over the call button for a few moments before I took a deep breath and pressed it. Why was I so hesitant? I guess part of me was scared that I was being pushy, or perhaps that I was over imagining things as I was perhaps a bit delusional due to how I felt. Was I being a bit much? Did she even want to talk to me? Maybe I was overstepping my bounds.

The phone rang three times before Linda answered.

"Hello?" she said, her voice sounding a bit groggy.

"Linda, hi," I replied, trying to sound casual. "It's Josh. Are you okay? You sound tired."

"Oh hey, Josh!" Linda's voice said, sounding suddenly very awake and very happy. My heart started to beat the shit out of my chest. "I'm alright. I just woke up."

I glanced at my watch. It was only 10 a. m. She usually was up by 6 to jog with me. I guess the situation down there was pretty taxing. Her mom was in her 60s, so it was pretty early for a heart attack. Then again, from three husbands and a rough life, perhaps all of it was catching up. Then there was the crash and the following coma.

"How's your mom? Has there been any change?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Not really, she's stable. A bit in and out of it due to the pain meds," Linda said. "But she's mostly awake at least."

"That's good," I said. "I hope she gets better soon."

"Me too," Linda sighed. "But, I'm very glad you decided to call. I was starting to worry you'd forget about me," she teased.

"Pff, how could I?" I chuckled.

"I've been thinking about you a lot," Linda said on the phone, but in a more sultry way. My knees felt like mush. "While relieving stress."

"Oh," I said, suddenly a bit intimidated.

"It's been really hard," she continued. "It's lonely here without you. And... I don't know, maybe this is stupid, but I just wish you were here with me. To hold me, to tell me everything was going to be okay..."

Her voice trailed off, and for a moment neither of us spoke.

I swallowed hard. "I wish I could be there with you," I said. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you, too," Linda said.

"And for the record, I would love nothing more than to... to help with your stress," I continued, feeling a bit bolder.

"Oh yeah? I bet you would," Linda laughed. "You perv."

"Excuse me?!" I exclaimed in faux outrage. "I resent that!"

"Yeah? You'd resent me pinning your sexy face to the mattress with one hand, jerking my load all over your face with the other? Press you hard and not caring if it brought you discomfort until I was completely done with you?" she said and her words made me turn bright red. My eyes darted to the door of my office, though no one could hear me.

"Uhh, I ugh," I stammered.

"You wouldn't mind that much, huh?"

I shuddered as I pictured it. What a dirty minx. I was seriously head over heels in lust with her. Linda was tender, but Linda was also extremely aggressive. She was a force to be reckoned with, and I found her confidence incredibly sexy.

"No... I think I wouldn't mind that much," I admitted, rubbing my neck as I adjusted my seating, my office chair groaning.

"I hear your chair needs some oiling. Are you squirming thinking about it?" Linda teased. "I'll stop. You're at work. I'll play nice."

"So, any prospect of how your mom will do when she gets out? Like, does she need rehabilitation and such?" I asked, wanting to move on.

"She's getting a wheelchair, and we need to build a ramp to their trailer. As for physio, I'm not sure. I'll probably stick around for a few weeks, if that's okay, to make sure everything is getting taken care off, helping out and whatnot," Linda said, hopeful that I'd accept.

"Of course it's okay. And let me know if there is anything that the insurance doesn't cover. I'll fix it," I said. I could already hear the protests before they came. "It's decided. I'm telling you as your boss that it's taken care of."

Linda was silent for a few moments, then. "You need a spanking. You've already done so much for me," she muttered. "How's... Kim?"

I knew that she wasn't asking about Kim's wellbeing, but rather the possible fact that Linda might've knocked her up.

"No signs yet. It's strange, actually. Kim and I have been trying for a bit, and now I know you've, erh, done her a few times as well. Nothing has stuck yet," I muttered.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"I'm not sure, I'm in an odd spot of being incredibly excited to see if sexy little you was able to do the deed, but I also know she tricked you," I said.

"Yeah... I could perhaps gotten around the idea, y'know, if I was able to consent to it, down the line perhaps, but Kim really fucked me over. I'm not sure how much of that I can take, as I've said before," Linda said. "I honestly hope you're able to stand up for yourself while I'm not there. I know I provide that security for you and that Kim will probably walk all over you if you let her."

I was silent for a moment before I sighed. "Yeah... Yeah, I guess you're right. I need to stand up for myself more. It's just... it's hard. We're supposed to be married, in it together, but I know she's been manipulating me lately. Something isn't right," I said.

"She's not right," Linda blurted out. "You know for a fact that I'd never do anything like that to you."

"It's weird. I used to say the only people I trusted in this world, completely I mean, were Kim and Luna. But since I met you, and the more I get to know you, you've sort of replaced Kim," I said, feeling sad that it had come this far. But with every turn, more and more Linda had probed herself a true soldier.

"Careful how you phrase your sentences, mister," Linda said.

"Right, sorry," I replied.

"Don't be," Linda said back.

"Can I tell you something else?" I said.

"Of course."

"I know Amanda used to bully you, and that you don't like her, but, erh, maybe it's not the right moment to say it, but I want to be transparent... But we've basically slept together a few times, just so you know. I'm not sure if that matters or not-"

"It doesn't. I still love you," Linda said, unbudging, unrelenting. That kind of conviction and confidence was something that I really needed and adored, especially when my life had been thrown into disarray. I felt my heart rate increase again.

"Thank you," I said.

"But I'd still kick her ass if she were here," Linda added.

"Didn't you sleep with her too?" I asked.

"Most people have," Linda said, somewhat cooly. "Why, do you want me to tell you about it?"

"Erh, yes?" I admitted. "You're both hot as hell, why wouldn't I want to know how that went down?"

"You naughty man," Linda said. "If you're a good boy, maybe I'll show you."

"Fuck," I grunted, taken by surprise by that promise.

"You can have her ass while she rides me," Linda said rather huskily. "But I'm getting ahead of myself. You're still at work right?"

"Yeah... I just had to call, y'know. See how everything is going," I said.

"Well, thank you. It means a lot to me," Linda replied. "And I know it's not fair of me to ask this, but please, keep calling me. I know you're going through a lot with Kim, and I know that I'm being selfish, but I need you."

"I will. And you're not being selfish," I said. "You're doing a really selfless thing, being there for your mom, and you deserve all the support you can get."

"Fuck off, Josh, being so fucking nice," Linda said, making me chuckle. "Alright. I'll let you go. But remember, if you ever need anything, I'm only a phone call away."

"Same goes to you," I replied.

While it felt good to talk to Linda finally, and it was really stupid of me not to think of calling her more often, me and phones I guess, it also caused me even more guilt. The sort of conversation we just had, how good it felt to talk to her, how I felt more alive than I had in days, was the sort of conversation I should've been having with Kim. I knew that what I was feeling towards Linda wasn't fair to Kim, but then again, as people around me had been saying, was Kim really being all that fair to me?

On the one hand, I tried to argue that she hadn't really done anything, that it was just words. But that fell short when I knew she had tricked Linda, and then as a result of that she had hurt her. It was reckless and she kept doing it, and it didn't seem to mind her at all to repeat previous offenses. That, and teasing me with Alex like last time, even when I had told her once before not to do it, well, it was a recipe for something very unpleasant. As much as I could concede that Kim had acted pretty out of order, I still cared for her and I honestly wanted her to live a happy life, but she was destroying everyone around her. I had even had a few involuntary physical reactions from her.

Why should it hurt when I could have a world of wonder with Linda? 'Through thick and thin,' was part of our vows. Was this a test of my conviction to that? Then again, what about her conviction? The Kim I married and loved wouldn't have done this sort of thing. I had to wonder why she was like this? Was it just because our previous tenant had wormed his way into her bed? Had he truly opened such doors that couldn't be closed?

The thought alone brought me incredible sadness and anger. Anger mostly towards myself. For not realizing something was wrong. Anger towards him for doing something like that to my wife. Sadness over the fact that I wasn't enough for her. The thought that his actions had caused potentially irreparable damage, that he had successfully ruined our marriage, our bond, everything that was good about it, was soul-crushing. I didn't want to think about it, but I did.

I just hoped Kim would change. That she finally would see what she did wrong and own up to her actions. And not just for herself, not just for me, but for her friends, who I knew she cared dearly for. Maybe then she could repair what she had broken, and we could return to a state of normalcy, whatever that looked like.

Maybe I should try to be more accommodating to her needs. She had a need for a bit of kinky stuff, she needed... to humiliate me, which I hated, but also got turned on by, but perhaps there was a way to meet her halfway?

I wanted to start a family, but with this reckless behavior, I had to, once again, consider putting a break on that.

*

As much as I tried to ignore Toby, he was constantly on my mind. His texts, his attempts to lure me back to him. He knew exactly which strings to pull, and it made me mad. Mad that he knew me so well, and that I couldn't resist him. How had I become like this? So self-destructive, so... weak. I hated it, but I couldn't stop myself. And the worst part was that I didn't want to stop. I wanted to give in, to let him take control of me, to dominate me. And that scared me. Because if I did that, there would be no going back. I would lose myself completely.

So, I did the only thing I could. I tried to ignore him and focus on my marriage, on my relationship with Josh. But it was hard, because every time Toby sent a text, my heart fluttered and my body ached for him. I wanted to give in, but I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong. For Josh, for our marriage. For our future. But it was getting harder and harder to resist Toby.

One afternoon, I was sitting in our office, next to Josh, scrolling through my phone and trying to keep my mind occupied when I saw a text from Toby. From the notification, I saw that he had sent a picture. My heart skipped, and my curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the message, and my breath caught in my throat. It was a picture of Toby in front of his bathroom mirror, holding his towel around his waist. The root of his cock was visible between the large belly and the white towel.

I stared at the image, feeling my cheeks grow warm as I imagined what was hiding under that towel. I knew I should delete it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. My fingers traced along the screen as I studied the picture, trying to resist the temptation of taking a closer look.

Suddenly, Josh's voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Kim, honey, can you take Barney for a walk?" he asked. "I need to finish this report."

"Uh, sure," I replied, quickly closing the image and shoving the phone in my pocket. "Come on, boy!"

Barney jumped up, excitedly wagging his tail as he followed me to the door. As we walked down the street, I felt my phone vibrate again. I pulled it out and saw that it was a text from Toby.

'sry, sent to wrong number,' he wrote. As if.

Did he really think he could have me again? I felt the familiar anger well up inside me and I quickly typed out a response.

'What are you playing at? Don't you remember what I told you? if we're going to be friends, u cant send pics like that. Josh was there ffs.'

I hit send, and then immediately regretted it. What was I doing? I shouldn't be talking to him at all! I put my phone down and tried to ignore it, but my eyes kept drifting back to it. I felt myself becoming more and more aroused as I waited for a reply. I wanted to see what he was going to say next. I wanted to know what his plan was. I wanted to know if he could still make me feel like he used to.

'havent heard from u in a few days, way to keep in touch,' Toby replied, not really responding to what I had said.

'Sorry, been busy. You know how it is,' I wrote back. I hated how easily he could get under my skin.

'hmm,' he wrote. 'did you like the pic?'

'No,' I lied, typing out the word angrily.

I waited for his response, my heart racing. Why did I feel so nervous? Why did I care so much about what he had to say? But instead of a response, he sent another photo. This time, the towel was gone, and he was naked in front of the mirror. His cock was fully erect, and it was huge. I felt my face flush as I looked at the picture, my body heating up as my mind filled with memories of how good it felt when he was inside me. I remembered how he would make me see stars as he stretched me out and filled me up. I remembered how I would lose myself in pleasure as he fucked me. I remembered how he would dominate me and make me his while I thought Josh had been ignoring me.

It was hard not to stare at the image, and I found myself becoming more and more turned on by it. Toby's dick was so much better than Josh's. How could I have forgotten how big it was? How good it felt inside me? It made me furious that he had this kind of power over me, but I couldn't deny that I wanted him again.

'youre a piece of shit, you know that? u know exactly what youre doing,' I texted him back, trying to contain my anger.

'and i know exactly what youre thinking,' he replied. 'how about it? just one more time?'

'No. Fuck off,' I wrote back. 'You're a fucking creep.'

"God dammit," I muttered, throwing the phone in my bag and trying to put it out of my mind. Josh really had to fuck my brains out today before I did anything stupid.

Barney and I made our way back to the office, and I tried to focus on work, but I couldn't stop thinking about Toby. He had replied, but I didn't dare check it. He had pretended like he wanted us to be friends just to give a justifiable reason to keep in touch with me, and he was using this as a means to an end. But why did I let him get to me? I was better than this, wasn't I? And what about Josh? I couldn't do this to him again.

But checking what he wrote, I saw that he hadn't made any more remarks. 'wanna head out to a coffee shop outside the gym later?' was all he wrote. It was innocent enough. And it meant we were meeting in public. I wouldn't go back to his place, but there was no reason for me not to see him, right? If we were friends, we should spend time together. I had to teach him that this was as far as it went, and I could only do so by showing what type of behavior was okay.

'fine. But don't think this changes anything,' I typed out before I could regret it.

He texted me the details, and I agreed to meet him later that afternoon. My heart was racing as I waited for the clock to tick down to the time we would meet. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I didn't function rationally.

The time came and I left the office, saying that I'd be out for an hour or so. Josh was still engrossed in his work, which made me feel even worse.

"You heading out?" he asked, peeking up from his papers.

"Just a quick coffee run," I said with a smile. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay, have fun," he said, turning back to his work.

I left the office and headed for the coffee shop where I was meeting Toby. As I walked, my phone buzzed again. It was another message from Toby.

'cant wait to see u,' he wrote.

'We're just meeting for coffee,' I replied.

'of course,' he wrote.

I knew that he was planning something, but I didn't care. I was too excited to see him again. Even if it was just as friends, it would be enough.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, Toby was already waiting for me at a table. He smiled when he saw me, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I don't know why I cared, but he was sitting at the same table Josh had sat at when he asked me why I had hired Alex. That day I had been so conflicted, but now I was going to have a coffee with the guy who almost ruined my relationship. But I also couldn't deny how good it felt to be desired like this, even if it was by a man like him.

"Hey," I greeted him. "So, what do you want?"

"Good day you too. Just wanna share a cup of coffee with you," he said.

I rolled my eyes and ordered us two coffees. I sat down at the table and tried to ignore the fact that he kept staring at me. It was such a wild thing to be in the same proximity as him after everything. I knew how much Josh hated him, even more than Alex. However, Josh didn't know half the story with Alex and praised the lord for that. But Toby was on the top of his very short list of people he disliked.

"So," Toby said. "How have you been?"

"Good," I replied, not wanting to make small talk.

"That's good," he said, nodding. "So, what have you been up to lately?"

"A bit rough, honestly. Linda has been away due to her mother being in an accident," I said. Why was I telling him this? Anything to distract me from the thoughts that kept creeping in.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is she okay?" Toby asked, though as monotone as you could get.

"She's recovering, but it's still a rough time. I think her mom is stable. Josh, however, misses her a lot. I've tried to be extra good, which is fucking ridiculous, considering who I'm sitting here with," I said, trying to be casual.

"You're sitting with a friend, that's all," Toby grinned. "I'm sorry to hear about that, I really am. Josh is a good guy, and I'm glad you guys are happy together," he said. "But I can't help but be curious; are you sure you don't miss me too? A little bit?" Toby added, trying to sound lighthearted and casual.

I scoffed at his question. "No, I don't miss you," I said, taking a sip of my coffee. "I'm just trying to be polite. And I'm only here as a way to move past all of this."

"Alright, Kimberly. If you say so. But let's not pretend you haven't thought about it," Toby replied. "About me, about what we did together."

"I told you, I don't want to talk about that," I snapped. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. "Look, of course, I think about it sometimes. But that's just because it was so intense. But that doesn't mean I want to do it again."

Toby nodded and sipped his coffee. "Alright then. Well, I'm glad we can at least be friends," he said, smiling at me. It was a smile that was utterly dead and it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Yeah, well... friends don't send each other naked pictures," I muttered.

"Hey, I apologized for that already," Toby said. "It was a mistake, and I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

I rolled my eyes and finished my coffee. I didn't know why I was still talking to him after the last sip. This was just coffee after all.

"Yeah, whatever. I should get going," I said, rising.

"You sure you don't wanna see my apartment? You don't even have to go inside. I promise I won't do anything," Toby said.

"No, Toby. I'm not going to your apartment," I said, turning to leave.

"You know, I think you're scared. You're scared of what will happen if you're alone with me," Toby said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I turned back to face him.

"I know you're curious. I can see it in your eyes," he continued. "You want to know what it would be like if we were together again, even if it's just for one more night."

I stared at him, trying to think of something to say, but I couldn't think of anything. My mind was swirling with thoughts of what might happen if we went to his apartment, if we were alone together. Would I be able to resist him? Would I even want to?

"I told you, Toby, nothing will happen," I said, sounding uncertain even to myself.

"We'll see," Toby replied, finishing his coffee.

He rose, and walked past me out of the cafe, leaving me standing there alone with the conflicting thoughts and desire. I turned and hurried back towards the office, cursing at how much I let Toby get to me. But it didn't matter. We were only going to be friends, and nothing would happen between us. At least that was what I told myself. That this was just a way to challenge myself and prove that I was able to resist his advances.

When I came back into the office, Josh was busy working again.

"Welcome back," he said without looking up. "Any good gossip?"

I stiffened, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell him I was sorry and that this thing with Toby was just a phase, a silly ploy to prove that I could resist him and he wouldn't fuck me up anymore.

But in the same breath, a part of me was excited. The excitement that this secret held, and the taboo of it all made it seem like the perfect thrill. Like I'd be a bad girl if I let Toby have his way with me. But then again, what about Josh? Did he deserve that? After all he had done for me, all he had forgiven, did I have any right to hurt him like that?

Oh god did he not deserve it, but... the rush that this gave me, it was intoxicating.

"Hey," I said, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Just some work stuff, nothing interesting."

I felt terrible for lying to him, but I couldn't tell him the truth. I knew that if I told him about Toby, he would be furious. And I couldn't blame him. He had every right to be angry. But I didn't want to upset him. I just wanted to put all of this behind me and move on with our lives. Toby was a part of my past, and I needed to leave him there.

I sat down at my desk and tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to Toby. I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said, about what would happen if I went to his apartment. What would I do if I was alone with him? Part of me knew that Toby would take me to bed if I ever stepped into his apartment, and I would scream his name in passion. He would use me as a fucktoy. But part of me wanted that. Part of me wanted him to have his way with me, to fill me up, and fuck all my holes, leaving me a tired mess on his bed.

"Is everything alright?" Josh asked, looking at me with concern. "You look distracted."

"No," I said, forcing myself to smile. "I mean, yes. Everything is fine. Just a bit spaced out."

"Talk to me," Josh said.

I thought for a moment. How could I explain the conflict I felt without mentioning my body lusting for Toby and how it felt more exhilarating than any adventure I'd experienced with Josh. How I felt torn between wanting to stay true to my marriage and wanting to experience those thrills again.

"I- I just miss Linda," I lied. "She's been away for too long, and I know it's hard on you. And besides, it's weird to not have her around. She's like part of the family. And... you know, the sex. I love it with you, of course, and you're great, just the taboo nature of letting someone else than you fuck me... sorry. I-I've said too much."

Josh stood up, and came to put an arm around me. "Don't apologize for your desires. We both know our feelings toward that. You're not the only one who missed her, so maybe we should do something to celebrate her coming back. Whenever that is."

"You miss her on a more personal level, though. It's different."

Josh laughed. "Are you really thinking about her right now?"

"No," I replied, kissing him on the lips as he moved to my front and squatted in front of me. "Sorry... again. I didn't mean to bring her into my... need to get fucked. I've been bad so much lately, I want to be good, but god damn it, it's so hard."

"You devious little devil," Josh whispered. For once he wasn't all doom and gloom. He had been a bit of a mope lately. Understandable, as Linda was a great friend of mine as well, but it made the last few days very somber in the office. "Why don't you come around to the desk and be a good girl for me?"

"That sounds interesting," I teased, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "But wouldn't it be hotter if I... didn't? If I, for example, went and found some other guy who'd treat me right?"

Josh stiffened and I regretted bringing up that idea, but he softened quickly. "Seriously? Are we talking about this? Kim, honey," he started softly.

"I know, but it's what turns me on. I have nothing against you, really. It's not that I want someone else, but... I just like to imagine it," I explained, wondering why I was suddenly opening up to this subject. "I mean, we don't have to do anything, but it's just hot to me even to think about it." Maybe I could even persuade him, down the line, that we could start cucking him for real again. It would be different this time. I would make sure he wanted it. Or would I? My mind was such a mess. I wanted him to want it and I wanted him to not want it.

Josh looked at me with an odd expression.

"I thought Linda was enough. Is this really something you'd want to pursue?"

"Maybe," I replied, biting my lip. I didn't want him to see how much I wanted it, but we knew each other too well. "I just want to be able to tease you with it."

"Just teasing?" Josh asked, his hands moving to my hips. "Nothing else?"

I looked at his hands, then at him. Could this really be happening? Was he really okay with me exploring this idea?

"Yes," I said hoarsely.

"Well, okay," Josh shrugged, surprising me a bit. Ever the trooper, I guess he was trying to meet me halfway. "Talking is fine. But no one like Alex?" he added sternly, standing up.

I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"I've already slept with him, remember? I've been his good little toy," I purred.

"I told you not to tease me about him anymore, that's not funny," he warned.

"Oh yeah? Or what?" I smirked, feeling myself become aroused at the thought. Josh's face was red and his breathing grew quicker. He was trying to put his foot down, but he just ended up looking cute.

"I told you, it's not funny," he said sternly, but with an undertone of wanting.

"Oh, yeah? What should I do then? Start an Onlyfans like Luna? Then fuck a bunch of my fans, let them all take turns on me?" I asked, revealing bits of truths as I teased him. It was such a rush to do so.

"Seriously, what the fuck?" Josh exclaimed, staring at me in shock. He looked at the door behind me to see if it was shut. We were in his office, and he most often preferred his door open. It was slightly ajar, as I never closed a door behind me. I mean, I liked a bit of exposure anyway.

I moved my hand to his crotch. He loved the hurt almost as much as I did, I knew it.

"So? Should I then get some hot studs and fuck them?"

Josh grimaced, and I felt bad about pushing his boundaries, but also somewhat proud that I managed to do so. His cock twitched under my touch and he sighed, reluctantly relaxing as I rubbed him over his pants.

"Fine. Be that way," he muttered. "Just be aware that if you push my limits too far, there might be consequences," he said, grabbing my hand.

I kissed him on the cheek and leaned in to whisper.

"Let's see if I can change your mind then," I whispered, a delicious evil grin spreading across my lips.

His face was burning red as he nodded. I pulled back and grabbed his belt and slowly undid it as he watched. I slid my hand into his pants and found his cock, hard and ready for me. I stroked it and watched as his eyes drifted close and he moaned softly, enjoying the feeling. I loved seeing him like this and I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.

"Like that, don't you," I cooed, gently jerking him inside his pants. "Now, imagine me doing this to some random guy at the gym, imagine me stroking his cock in the locker room... his strong body... his hands sliding all over me, taking me there, not caring who sees."

He made no comment, so I reached up with my free hand and unzipped his pants, giving myself access to his cock. I could smell the sweat on him, and his masculine scent was intoxicating. His cock throbbed in my hand, and I knew I had to have it. I began stroking him harder and faster, pulling him out from his pants and positioning him right in front of my face.

"Or maybe I'm at a coffee shop like today. Some guy comes over and flirts for me. And for being so brave, I reward him out in his car... A nice long cock... pounding deep into me..."

"Fuck, Kim. I can't listen to this," Josh grunted, grabbing my hand and stopping me. He grabbed me, carried me the short distance to the couch, and pinned me down, face forward, my legs forced wide by the armrests. He shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, grabbed his dick and pushed into me. My panties were ripped away, the scraps tossed aside.

I gasped as he entered me, filling me up in a sudden move. He grabbed my hips and began fucking me hard and fast. He was rough, but I liked it that way. His cock was large and thick, stretching me wide and filling me completely. I moaned as he thrust into me, gripping the cushions below me as he pounded me relentlessly. It was rough and brutal, but so sexy.

"Fuck, Josh... that's it," I moaned.

His hands squeezed my hips as he fucked me, making me his. It felt incredible. His cock was hard, and his pace was relentless as he fucked me into the cushions.

"You... are so fucking bad," he grunted between thrusts, reaching over to pull my hair. "And this... is not fun... for me."

"Mmm, that's it! Punish me!" I cried, wanting more. I moaned in pleasure as he pulled my hair hard, taking his frustrations out on my body. "If you don't, I'll go find a real man who will!" I provoked him further.

The feeling was amazing as I felt the edge drawing close. It was rough, raw, and primal. His cock slamming into me, taking what was his. What I wanted to give to someone else just because.

I arched my back and pushed back against him, encouraging his roughness. I knew I could get Josh to go that extra step when I needed him to. And boy did I love it when he got so possessive with me. He rarely ever got this frantic, except when I teased him about other men. Especially assholes like Alex or Toby. The more he hated them, the harder he fucked, the rougher his grunts became. That was when he really gave in to me. And I loved him all the more for it.

He pressed my head down onto the couch and put his other hand on the small of my back.

"Fucking take it," he grunted, slamming into me hard and fast.

"That's all you got? Oh, Josh. What happened? Are you not in the mood to claim me as yours?" I prodded him more, a delicious darkness brewing inside me. His face was getting redder. He was not pleased.

"Come on," I said, getting even louder, playing a dangerous game with fire. I loved this dark streak in him, and I loved pushing him over the edge. "Go on, let everyone hear you."

Josh suddenly looked to the door, as if reminded of where he was and what he was doing.

"The door," he muttered.

"Oh? Do you want to stop now?"

"Damn you, Kim," Josh hissed, not knowing where to turn as he clearly had his heart set on destroying his my pussy.

"You're making the girlfriends and wives out there jealous of me," I teased, flashing a glance at him. "I want them to hear how I scream your name when I cum on your huge cock."

Josh shut his eyes and tried to ignore me, but his hands tightened around me and he slowly began to move again. He grunted softly as he continued to fuck me.

"Good boy," I grunted. Josh had fucked me for a bit now, but now I felt him twitch. Did he like getting called a good boy? Was that Linda did?

I clamped down on his dick and started rocking my ass back and forth, causing him to gasp in pleasure.

"Come on, let the whole office hear what a, ugh, good wife I am," I grunted, though a good wife was something I was far from being. I loved being naughty.

"You... are such... a fucking tease," Josh grunted, thrusting hard and fast. His hands squeezed my ass and he spread me wide open.

"Mmm, that's it. Fill me up," I moaned, reaching down to rub my clit.

Josh was breathing heavily as he slammed into me. I knew he was close, and I wanted to cum with him. I rubbed my clit harder and faster, feeling the pleasure build. Josh was grunting and gasping, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he came inside me. I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing as he thrust inside me, and I loved how filled he made me feel.

"Yeah, cum for me! I want all of your hot, white cum, Josh," I moaned. My toes curled against the carpet as the feeling intensified, and I knew it would only be a matter of moments until we both reached our peaks. "Cum inside me, Josh! Fill me up! Make me yours before someone else gets there first!"

With that, he couldn't take it any longer. Josh buried himself deep in my pussy and exploded with an explosive force. My walls clenched tight, milking every last drop of cum from his shaft and into my body.

"That's it, fill me up... Come on... Every last bit..." I muttered. "Yes... Yes, fuck me, Josh, make me yours. Forever."

Josh panted as he rode out his high.

"God... Damnit, Kim... you're insatiable. You know that?" he whispered, gently caressing my cheek.

"As are you, my husband," I teased, licking his fingers before sucking on them. "We were meant to be."

I loved his gentleness but I just wanted to be ravaged. Sometimes I just wanted to have a good old fucking session where he unleashed his alpha side, but Josh didn't really do that. Linda however...

But he didn't really want it rough with her either. At least not with me around. Maybe it was just the two of them? Damn it, I had just been fucked, but here I was again fantasizing. Maybe I should urge Josh to go to Florida. Though, I wanted to be there when he was getting fucked. Really, I wanted to make him do it.

I reached down and stroked his shaft, feeling his erection slowly die as his load poured inside me and slowly out onto the floor. It was so naughty and dirty, and I couldn't stop grinning.

"Yeah, baby, you fill me up so well. Let that sexy cum slide into me and make me pregnant. Or perhaps," I whispered teasingly, leaning in closer. Josh stared at me with wide eyes, and then he smiled. "Or perhaps Linda already did the job?"

Josh gasped and bit his lower lip. "Do... do you think we did?"

It was amazing how such a tiny detail could make his face turn bright. He seemed to relish any idea involving Linda these days, and I honestly loved watching him lose himself a bit in his fantasies. I had brought out a lot of dirtiness and filth from him.

"Oh, Joshie. That would be amazing, wouldn't it? That would mean that I'm hers instead," I purred.

"Wow, uh... yes, um, but, err," he struggled, trying to gather his wits again.

He gently pulled out of me. With my feet back on the ground, he gave my butt a squeeze, and then he zipped himself back up and patted me on the head. "So I know I sort of agreed now that talking about you with other men is okay, but please, Kim, don't try to push it beyond that. We have a good thing going on and I don't want to jeopardize it. Especially now that Linda might, y'know, have put a bun in you."

I kissed him deeply on the lips. "I don't want that either. I want you in my life forever, Josh, and her," I said with the most earnestness I had. It was the one truth I had left. I always meant it whenever I said that. And if the rest of my body were allowed, they would also agree. But they rarely did. I still had issues accepting the truth myself. But he had to believe this. I needed him to.

"Mhm," he nodded, his frown giving away a bit more skepticism than I'd expected. Perhaps my sincerity was wearing thin, or his doubts were growing. Either way, I couldn't blame him. He looked in deep thought as he awkwardly stood back up.

"Come on, you got work to do, mister," I teased him.

"Where were we?" he mumbled, fumbling with his shirt as he staggered back to his desk.

*

"She teased me again about fucking other men. I tried to say no, but she pushed past it," I told Amanda. "I tried to, sort of like, accommodate her, but it just doesn't sit right with me how she sometimes does it. And now I'm sitting here and complaining to you again instead of talking to her. But I've tried that too and..."

I was sitting at her apartment later the same day when Kim had talked about getting fucked by other men, then gave me a verbal beatdown. It got her off, me too for that matter, but sometimes she was downright rude about it, even hurtful. We both liked to engage in dirty talk and some naughty adventures. Sure, I had agreed to some naughty talk, but that was just to appease there and then. Perhaps that was not right of me to do. I didn't expect her to get so... vile. I mean, we had done vile stuff before, but the cuckolding thing was always something we were more careful with, especially it came to other guys.

Even with Linda and Luna there had been a bit of trial and error. But Kim being so naughty... I hated it, but a part of me really found it hot too. I just hoped to god she wouldn't actually do anything.

"You fucked her in your office with the door open?" Amanda asked with a knowing smirk. "My my, I'd love to be there. Can't say if I'd love to be enjoying that show as a spectator or as a participant though."

"Pff, I can't believe I got drawn into it. Luna gave me quite a dirty look when I came out... Fuck it's pretty embarrassing," I said.

"Oh, I think most of the women in your office went home to fuck their significant others today while imagining it was their big, sexy, hulking boss punishing their naughty little bodies," Amanda said, her voice husky and her eyes glinting with that teasing look she always had.

"Uhm, I doubt that," I mumbled.

"Don't be silly, Josh. But it is quite concerning that Kim still doesn't respect your wishes. She just pushed even when you made it clear you weren't comfortable with it. You shouldn't let her get away with that, you know," Amanda said. "And like you said. Here we are again. I'm not sure what you want from me, you know where I stand."

"I know, it's just... I don't want to cause a fight over something so small," I sighed.

"It's not small. Your partner should be just that, your partner. You should work together. If it had been me-" Amanda broke off. She was never reluctant when telling both Kim and me how she'd rock my world, but now she seemed a bit more shy about it for whatever reason. I don't know if I'd ever see Amanda shy about anything.

"If it was you?" I asked, a smile creeping on my lips. "Amanda, is there something you wanna tell me?"

"Oh, shut up, you stupid man," Amanda laughed, giving my shoulder a shove. "I'm just saying, if it was me, I would have made sure we talked about it properly. We should always respect each other's wishes, no matter what."

"You're probably right," I said, leaning back in the chair.

"That's why you love Linda," Amanda concluded.

I didn't reply.

"Well, she's very sexy and gorgeous, and you two seem very happy. You can't deny that," she teased, grinning at me.

"Of course not," I said, smiling back at her.

"And you're a moping little fuck when she's not here. You know what? If you want to be such a pushover," Amanda said, her grin turning to a smirk as she always knew how to push my buttons. "I'm telling you to go to Florida. Not a suggestion, not a hypothetical, I'm telling you. As your baby mama."

"Baby mama?" I chuckled. "You're not the first one to suggest that actually. And since I talked to her, well, I'm halfway out the door, I guess. I guess it makes sense... but something Luna said to me has also been bothering me."

Amanda raised a suggestive eyebrow.

"No, not like that. And nothing negative either. Just... Luna said that it was mean of me to let Linda, y'know, live like this, that she's just borrowing me and is content with living in that shadow, as she sort of put it," I said. "And I can't help but feel a bit guilty that I'm letting Linda hang like that."

"She's not wrong," Amanda said with a shrug. "Linda has been through a lot of shit, trust me, I was there. She deserves someone like... you, just simply you."

"But Kim-"

"Cares about getting fucked in the worst possible way. She probably loves you, but she's too... She treats you like shit and I honestly don't think she deserves you, like I've said before, and you deserve much better. When you chose to indulge in dirty talk and set parameters for it, she didn't hesitate to hurt you."

"I'm not sure if deserve is the right word," I said. "I'm not saying one way or the other, but I can concede that perhaps we... we're not as compatible as we ought to be. We're all still young, and perhaps us stupidly engaging in sharing and stuff has made Kim want to explore a bunch. It sucks to think that that exploring might not involve me, though... or, that my participation is just fuel to some twisted thing. Maybe s"

"Maybe. But if you hadn't 'stupidly engaged', I think it would only be a question of time anyway. I think Tubby would still have fucked her brains out and maybe even successfully gotten a true hold on her. Kim was bored and a bit insecure, and that fat fuck was a stint of fun excitement that she can't let go," Amanda said. "That guy was always a creep. He didn't deserve any of you. It... I have to confess something..."

Amanda looked away, suddenly looking very sad. I immediately got worried and leaned closer to her.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

"It's nothing, really," Amanda said, shaking her head. "I just... I regret it even more now that we've fucked and we've spent so much time together as, erh, as friends I guess. But in that period after you had kicked out Tubby and hadn't reached out to me and told me what was going on yet... Well, I fucked him. I'm sorry. I just wanted to know what it was like, what the fuss was about, so I found him at a club, brought him here, and I fucked him."

I was shell-shocked. Sure, it wasn't my place to be hurt by this, especially if it happened before she fully knew what a piece of shit our previous tenant was. Still, it felt like a punch in the gut hearing this. I didn't like that fat piece of shit, hated him actually, and knowing he had been with two women I cared for a lot was just... not great.

"You fucked... him?" I repeated.

"Yes, and I'm sorry. I regret it, I truly do. I just wanted to see what Kim saw in him. I didn't see anything in him. He's a piece of shit, Josh, and as our designated master of cocks and whorish behavior, I can tell you I have no idea why Kim still lusts after him for. I've never been taken care of like when you fuck me. That guy doesn't care about anyone but himself," Amanda said.

"Kim still lusts after him?" I asked, my mouth growing dry.

"I- yes... Sorry, that wasn't my place to say. She just mentioned it briefly... at your birthday party. I hate spilling the beans, but fuck that bitch and fuck him. I hate seeing you being walked over like this," Amanda said.

"It's okay," I said, though it clearly wasn't. My guts felt like they were in knots, and I could feel my heart rate increasing.

"Josh, you're my friend, and I love you. You deserve better than to be treated like this, no matter what way you want to spin it. You deserve a woman who will take care of you and make you feel loved and wanted. Kim may say she loves you, but she doesn't treat you like it. You deserve better. Linda is a good girl, and she loves you," Amanda said softly.

"She's... she's an amazing girl, yes," I said.

"And she deserves better, too. She deserves a man who will love her and take care of her. She deserves to be treated like a princess, and that's what you do for her. Nobody else has ever treated her like a girl without a second thought like you have," Amanda.

"I barely think of her as anything else than a girl," I said. "She is one, as far as I'm concerned."

"And Kim doesn't only hurt you. Twice now has she tricked Linda, and they've had their differences a few times already. The only thing that draws them together is you. I'm pretty sure the only reason Linda hasn't put her foot down is because of how she feels about you. Doesn't that tell you something about what you're putting her through? And what sort of person are you choosing to stick up for here? I know I'm way out of my depth here. I'm just really frustrated with Kim's behavior lately. But you should really talk to Linda, Josh. Not over the phone, not on text messages, face to face."

I sighed heavily, closing my eyes for a moment and trying to collect my thoughts. Amanda was making sense, and I knew I needed to talk to Linda about all of this. And Kim. But every time I talked to Kim, she said the right things and did something else. And now she was hurting Linda. Hurting me. And could it really be that she... wanted something from our previous tenant again? That wasn't right on any level. And Linda was only taking it because she, well, didn't want to lose out on being with me. Guilt flooded my system like a poison that I was getting too familiar with, but so did shame. And frustration.

"You're right, Amanda. I need to talk to her," I said, opening my eyes and looking at my friend. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Amanda suddenly reached out and rubbed my shoulder, almost in a reactive manner, as if I triggered something with her. Did I say something wrong? But Amanda smiled, her teeth glittering.

"Can I hug you?" Amanda asked.

"Do you have to ask?"

"I feel dirty from what I did to Tubby, and seeing how you looked when I told you about it... I don't want to taint you like that," she said.

"You're not dirty. Come here," I said, opening my arms.

Amanda leaned into me, and I held her close. She rested her head on my chest, and I stroked her blonde hair gently. It felt nice to hold her like this. She was warm and soft, and I could smell her perfume.

"Thank you," Amanda mumbled, burying her face in my shirt.

"For what?"

"For... forget it," she said softly, shaking her head. It was a softness one rarely saw from Amanda.

"Okay," I said, not pressing her. Whatever it was, she didn't have to say it. I was just glad that she was here for me.

After a few moments, she pulled away and wiped her eyes. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. Amanda was always so strong, and it was nice to see her let her guard down like this.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get all emotional on you," she said, laughing slightly. "Fucking hormones."

"Hormones?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Amanda blushed and nodded, looking away. She didn't really reply to that. Was she on her period? If so, no reason to pry into that. That wasn't really something I wanted to talk about anyway.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking," I said.

"Shoot."

"Why did you tell me about T... our tenant?" I asked.

"I want to be honest with you, unlike others. But I won't bother you with the details. I have a suspicion a part of you wants to know everything about it, but I don't want to make this situation more difficult than it already is," Amanda said. "It wasn't worth it, honestly."

"Thanks, and I think I understand."

"So, are you going to Florida then?" Amanda asked. "You should, I think it'll be good for both you and Linda. And you can take the opportunity to think about your relationship with Kim and what you want from it. And maybe see what someone else is like, other than a weekend of pretend."

"I think I am. A lot of what you have said has made sense, you and Luna for that matter. And this latest pushing from Kim... and her fucking up with Alex, tricking Linda... she treats people so recklessly that I honestly need some time away," I said. "I'll only be away for a week or so. I can't burden Luna with both Entrendy and Calhoun Holdings more than that, and I have a presentation thing-"

"Always so considerate," Amanda said with a smile. "Want some reconciliation sex before you leave? Might help you calm down."

I smiled. "Of course, that sounds great. You sure you're up for it?"

"I'm always up for it," Amanda said with a grin. "Plus, it might be the last time before Linda seals the deal, eh?"

"Maybe," I said.

"Unless Linda will let me peg you while she fucks your mouth," Amanda chuckled, giving my brain perfect imagery of her juicy ass thrusting.

"Funny. Actually, you're not the first one to say that," I said. Amanda responded by closing in for a second hug, her hand shooting down to grope my butt as we embraced.

"Yeah, well, let's just get naked and fuck."