Cuckold Consequences - Ch. 07

Three days and my house no longer felt like home. Everything in it felt foreign even though it was all the same. Not a single thing had changed since leaving. But when I walked inside... it smelled different. Stale. Like when you've been gone on vacation and when you get back, there's just a stagnant feel to the air. A settling of dust. The feeling of abandonment.

I walked through the house and found Julie laying in bed sleeping, sprawled out with the covers tangled and falling off. She was naked and looked sweaty and... beautiful. My heart ached looking at her. There was a time I wanted to see this sight so badly...

The memory of our wedding night, after a long day at the wedding and reception, and then we were in the hotel suite. Her dress slipping off and seeing her in a completely sheer body teddy clinging to every curve. Tits pressed tightly against the material. Her sex nicely trimmed. Watching as she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and beckoning me to her.

I sat down on the bed next to Julie, taking her hand as she slept. A soft moan escaped her lips. A little whimper. I squeezed her hand and then picked up the sheets and tucked her in.

Part of me wanted to get in bed, our bed, and sleep with her. I was exhausted. From all the stress and anxiety. From all the sex I'd suddenly been having after having none for so long. I was sore. Worn down. And just... done.

I stopped at the bedroom door, looking back at Julie. At the photos around the room of our vacations and weddings. Thinking of the plans we were making. Of soft things said in this room while we cuddled. Talking about children when she was on top of me, riding, moaning, telling me how much she wanted me to put a baby inside her. It was all too much. Too much.

Tears slipped down my face as I just stood. Stood for I don't know how long, but I was aching by the time I finally moved and went to the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to do. What to say. I'd come back on a whim. After Gwen and Carrie had challenged me. Tried to build me back up.

A part of me wanted to yell. Scream. Another part just wanted to get on my knees and beg her to take me back. To start over.

I moved like a robot. It was nearly five in the morning now and though I was exhausted, there was no way I was getting to sleep. I started some coffee. Sat at the table when it was done, taking it black, and pulled out my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen, unsure what to do... No, I knew what to do. I knew what I needed to do. I was just scared. I was angry. Broken.

Done.

There were so many things to say. That we needed to say. Things I knew would hurt and probably... potentially, break us.

But we were already broken. The question was, could we put it back together?

I slumped back in my chair and took a slow sip of my coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste and heat. But it woke me up. It made me brave, or maybe foolish. I began to search for a divorce lawyer.

...

Julie woke feeling another wave of nausea. But it subsided quickly, and then she just felt sore and tired. She brushed her matted hair away from her face and slowly sat up, pulling the sheets against her chest. The smell of coffee reached her senses and helped clear the fog of dreams and nightmares from her mind.

Coffee?

Who was making coffee?

Slipping out of bed, Julie looked around for her robe but couldn't find it, so instead went to her drawers and grabbed a pair of pink yoga pants and slipped them on, not bothering with panties. They were tighter than usual. Geez, was she gaining weight? She shook off the thought and pulled on a t-shirt and went out into the kitchen.

Sure enough, there was a half full pot of coffee, fresh and smelling Devine. Julie didn't care where it had come from. Maybe Devon had come back... ugh, that's the last thing she wanted right now. Even if her pussy throbbed at the idea of a morning pounding.

No. No. Get it together, Julie. Your marriage is hanging by a thread and you can't be thinking about another man fucking you in the morning when you don't even know where your husband is...

She froze with her mug at her lips. The warmth and aroma further clearing her mind.

Tom.

As if in a dream, Julie drifted out of the kitchen into the dining room and saw her husband sitting at the table. He had his own mug of coffee, sipping it slowly. The look on his face was... it was of utter defeat. It broke Julie's heart.

Everything was so broken. And she was quickly realizing that a good deal of it was her fault. Hell, what had she just been thinking about not a minute ago? Devon fucking her first thing in the morning. How sick was that? Especially when her husband was on the edge. When he'd left! She needed to fix this. Fix herself. Fix them.

She wanted to run to him. To hug him. Instead, she remained numb and calm and walked in, and quietly sat down across from him. Tom remained quiet, hands on his mug, looking down. Julie reached out and put a hand on his, her wedding ring glittering in the early morning light streaming through the windows.

"Tom." she whispered.

He looked up. There was love in his eyes. She could see it. The same look she'd seen when he proposed. When they stood making their vows. When he was towering over her, taking off his tux jacket, helping her undo his pants to finally free the penis she'd been dying for since they'd fallen in love. The depths in his eyes showed so many memories. That first memory of sliding inside her. Her gasp. The depths of concern and love in his gaze. Then the kisses. The love making. Which led to fucking. Sharing themselves with each other.

"Tom." she repeated, squeezing his hand. "I love you."

"I love you too," Tom breathed, taking her hand and squeezing back.

Silence settled. They both sipped from their coffee, sitting, holding hands. When Tom finally spoke, it wasn't what Julie was expecting.

"Do you enjoy sex with Devon more than me?"

Julie sucked in a breath as if she'd been slapped. "I... Tom..." Guilt swept through her... then anger. Was he seriously going to try and gaslight her like this?

"No lies Julie. We need... we need to clear the air. We need to be honest. No lies. No sugar coating things. Let's do this now. Rip the bandaid. Be blunt. Tell the truth. If we want... if we want to survive this, then we can't hold back." The look on Tom's face was pained. Clearly he didn't want to tell the truth, or hear it, but his wants were immaterial. Their marriage was falling apart quickly. If they wanted to salvage anything, survive the collapsing of what they'd built, then they had to clear away the debris.

Julie's shoulders slumped but her eye were steel. "Tom, you know that's not a simple yes or no question. That's not fair."

"It's not about fair..." He started.

"Don't try to turn this around on me Tom. I know... I know that I've got some guilt in this, but so do you. Don't try to push this on me..."

"I'm not... I'm not trying to... I know that's not really a fair question. But... There's truth in it. Isn't there? That you like Devon more... I don't mean the man himself, but..." He waved a hand as if trying to encompass the words without saying them.

"Sex." Julie sighed, slumping down and taking hold of her mug. "Yes, Tom. I... if you wanna boil it down, then yes. I enjoy sex with Devon more than I do with you. But it's not like I didn't like sex with you, or that I don't like it now."

"We haven't had sex in two months, Julie. Don't try to say you still like it when we haven't done it."

Her grip tightened on her mug. "I... well, I... I thought we were in agreement on that. That..." She blew out a breath and leaned forward, face in her hands. "What do you want me to say Tom? Sex with Devon is..." She waved a hand and then made a gesture with her fingers like an exploding firework. "And... well, with you it was just... average. That's not a bad thing, it's just the truth. And besides..." She cringed and then just blurted, "You were impotent. You couldn't get it up for me. Was I just supposed to go without? You said everything was okay..."

Tom rested his head against his palm, elbow on the table. "Average." He muttered bitterly, then took a shuddering breath. "I should have told you I was having trouble. That... seeing you... I don't know how to explain it." His teeth started to grind. "I just couldn't... compare. Or... fuck, this is so complicated. I was turned on, but my body was telling me there was no point in getting an erection. I wasn't going to get to have sex with you. I wasn't going to satisfy you. Not compared to Devon."

Julie started to speak, but Tom put a hand on hers, quieting her.

"I... listen, I'm not saying you are actually comparing. Not in the like... moral or... or personality sense. And I know size isn't everything and all that stuff. But... he's clearly got some skill... ugh!" Tom dropped his head, hands in his hair gripping. "Fuck. I don't know what I'm saying."

They sat quietly, awkwardly, and then Tom sat back up with a deep breath. "You like sex with him better..."

"Can we not dwell on this? What does it matter, Tom. Yes. I enjoy sex with Devon. The man is somewhat repulsive, but he's not like... some evil megalomaniac or anything. My only enjoyment from him is... the sex." She emphasized. "That's all. He doesn't make me smile. Laugh. He's not the one I saved up with and celebrated when we bought this house. He doesn't sit with me when I'm sick. He's not. My. husband." She reached out again to connect, to hold his hand, taking it firmly. "You. Are."

"But does that really mean anything when you push me to the side? Ignore me? Shame me?"

"Tom! It's just fucking dirty talk!" Julie stood up, a sudden wave of nausea rocking her from the sudden movement. "That's it! You said you got off on it! That you liked it! I've seen you jerk off to it countless times. And when you watched, afterwards you'd fuck the living daylights out of me. It was some of the best sex we've ever had!" There were tears brimming in her reddening eyes.

"Better than average, then? And what happened with that. What happened to us connecting again after? Huh? I seemed to recall you cuddling up with that lardass. Sending me to the fucking couch..." Tom was on his feet too, chair tumbling back making Julie jump in surprise.

"Don't pull that bullshit! I never sent you to sleep on the couch. You did that! You watched, got your jollies and then left." Julie was shaking, staring her husband down with a burning in her chest and churning in her stomach.

Tom grit his teeth. "I know! Don't you think I know! I fucked up! Okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

Julie stood still. Tom rarely, if ever, yelled. And even when he did, it wasn't like this. This was... this was painful. His voice was deep and haggard. His jaw was set and clenched.

"Fucking hell Julie! Don't you think these last few days, I haven't been torturing myself about the choices I made? We made? It was supposed to be fun. And it was! But... but then it wasn't!" His voice cracked. "At some point... it... it changed. You changed."

Something in Julie roared to life. A fire in her belly mixing with the continuing sea sick feeling. "Oh. So this is on me? The woman. Right. Of course. Because I can't keep my legs shut when a big dick is swinging huh? Is that it? Is this because instead of doing this so you could get your rocks off, I started enjoying it? Liking Devon's cock. The way he eats me. Fucks me. Takes me. Because I like that, I've changed. So that doesn't make it fun anymore?" Her fists were shaking at her sides.

"That's not what I said and you know it," Tom growled, glaring back at her.

"Well, it's sure as hell what you meant. Why else would you ask if I like sex with him better than you? It's a fucking competition. Well, I'm not a fucking carnival prize Tom!" She rubbed the heel of her hand against her cheek, whipping away tears. "God, you men. You just treat me like an object. A whore. And you know what Tom... sometimes I like that. I like that Devon doesn't respect me. Just uses me. There's no shady agenda. No false masks of being a gentleman. He wants me for pleasure and that's what he takes."

She brought her gaze to her husband, feeling enraged and exposed. The sight of Tom shaking, trembling. Clearly upset. But all this emotion was whirling. It was a tornado. It was set to touch down and destroy. This anger was going to tear everything apart, cast it away. And if that happened... would there be anything left? A foundation? Could they rebuild?

"Tom..." Her voice quivered. "I love you. Sex with you is good. It always has been. But Devon... it's different. It's all different."

"And you don't want to give it up." He whispered.

She thought for a second. Gave it true weight. Julie didn't want her marriage to fall apart. Didn't want to lose... everything. All of this... it was too much. There didn't seem to be any right answer. Any good way to address this. How had things gotten so fucked? So twisted.

Maybe she could blame Devon. Maybe she could blame Tom. Or herself. Or everyone. Or no one. But ultimately, it didn't matter who was at fault. Devon had gone along with their fantasy. Who could blame him? Julie had entertained Tom's kinky desire. Tom had indulged Julie's curiosity and desire to please him. It was a twisted web. Tangled and threatening to strangle them all.

"You said you wanted the truth." Julie muttered. "Well. No. I don't want to give this up. I don't want to stop... to stop feeling this way. Getting the best fucking sex of my life. And yes... I do care about Devon. Not like I care for you, but I do have feelings. He's not all bad. Rough. Uncouth. A dick in general, but he's honest with his intentions."

"Devon's a fucking troll." Tom grunted.

"Well..." That anger came sweeping back into Julie's chest. "He's a troll with a big cock and I love it. Fucking better than your limp..." She didn't get a chance to finish.

Tom pushed Julie up against the wall, the photos shaking and tilting. She gasped. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it surprised her. Eyes wide she stared at Tom as he grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch.

"I'm not... limp" His words were gravelly, strained.

Her eyes widened slightly. Tom was hard. Very hard. Pressing against his jeans. She hadn't felt him erect in... in so long. She'd forgotten...

Julie's fingers were unconsciously pulling at his jean button and zipper. Their eyes were locked. Both red. Tears welling up, but being suppressed.

"Devon is still bigger." She breathed venomously. Why was she being so mean? So angry? Angry that her husband couldn't get erect for her unless it was because he was degraded or seeing her degraded. It had been so long since they'd just... just had sex. Made love. Fuck, she couldn't even remember...

Her hand was inside his pants, grabbing hold of his cock. No boxers. Had he forgotten to pack underwear? Did it matter? Underwear would have gotten in the way. She gripped hold and stifled a groan at the feel.

Tom pushed a hand against her chest, her breathing slightly stunted by the pressure. "You're a fucking whore." His teeth were grinding.

"For Devon. I'm his whore. And you like it. You know you do, so stop with this bullshit about it not being fun..." Julie was silenced when Tom pressed his mouth to hers. Hard. Biting. His teeth sharp against her lower lip and causing a swishing taste of iron. Tom's hand moved from her chest to her neck and gripped it tight.

Julie gasped. His hold on her wasn't tight enough to stop her breath, but it made it harder to take in a full breath. Her hand was moving up and down his shaft, squeezing it hard. Her other hand trailed up under Tom's shirt and she raked her nails hard against his firm stomach.

"Do you even want me?" Tom whispered, bringing his face close to hers.

"You're... my... husband..." She gasped each word, trying to catch her breath.

"That's not what I asked."

Julie felt his cock pulsing. Pre-cum dripping into her hand. It was so warm. Thick. God, she'd forgotten how thick Tom's cum was. She rubbed her thumb along his tip, pressing firmly.

Tom growled. Shivers of arousal shaking him.

"You like that?" Julie whispered, breathing shallowly. "Like me jerking you off? Is that what your coworker did for you? Or did you fuck her? Hm... couldn't get it up for me but you got it up for some floozy at work?" Jealousy burned inside. She knew it wasn't fair. She'd been fucking Devon for almost a year. She'd fucked others. Women. Men. And she'd kept that from Tom. But... she didn't want to share.

It was wrong. It was so fucked up. For her to want the freedom of sexual exploration. But to limit her husband. To deprive him of not only her pussy but the possibilities of others.

"Has this limp little dick even been able to please them?" Jule glared at her husband. The emotions were a concoction of anger, hatred, pity, fear, love, and desperation. She was on fire. Her pussy was soaked. It was leaking, staining her yoga pants.

The glare her husband gave her... fuck, it made her melt.

Tom grabbed her pants and ripped them down to expose her bare cunt. They scrambled without words, just primal grunts and growls. Julie gripped his cock and angled it towards her sex. Tom pushed her more firmly against the wall, hand on her throat and the other on her hip as his cock found her molten entrance. They both let out a deep, satisfied groan as his penis pushed inside, slipping easily into her folds.

"OHHHH FUCK!" Julie gasped, arching against the wall, head tilting back and Tom gripping tighter, making her dizzy with lack of air.

"Fucking shit... ahhhhh." Tom groaned. He began to hump against her. Thrusting deep. His balls slapping against her as he pressed, making her ass bounce against the wall.

Together they grunted, the soft sound of wet slaps and slick thrusts filling the quiet. There were no words. They were at a loss. They were just primal fucking animals. The wall shook with each thrust. A picture finally fell with a crash of glass and wood.

It didn't stop them.

Tom rutted her. Hard. Deep. And even though Devon was larger, this was still intense, stretching and rubbing against her inside, making every nerve ending burst into flame.

"God..." Julie finally found her words again. Her thoughts scrambled and boiling with emotion. "Fuck... Fuck Tom... oh god fuck... is this... is this how you fucked that floosy?" She spat at him.

Tom roared, let go of her neck, grabbed her hips and lifted her up, making her yelp. She grabbed hold of her husband as he spun them around and quickly brought her to the table, dropped her down onto her back with her legs high and folded up. Her yoga pants were still on but pulled around her thighs. Tom manhandled her, positioning himself again and thrusting hard and deep into her cunt.

"OHGOD!" she screamed in pain. But she didn't care that it hurt. She wanted it to hurt. She needed to be punished for neglecting her husband. For cheating. She had to admit that. She'd cheated. The least she owed Tom was... was this... unbridled passion. The sort of thing she reserved for Devon...

Her husband began to drill. Thrusting hard and fast, pressing her into the table, making it shake and move. Their mugs of coffee, now cool, started to slosh, and Tom's fell off the table, crashing to the floor. They ignored the mess. Tom grabbed hold of Julie's hand and pinned them over her head, angling her upturned legs to the side, and continued thrusting, fucking her tight cunt and looking at her with fire in his eyes.

Torso twisted, arms pinned, Tom looming over her, thrusting angrily into her, Julie saw the pain there. In her husband's eyes. His movements. When Devon fucked her, it wasn't like this. He was asserting his perceived dominance. His control over Julie and the situation. Tom was trying to claim it. To wrestle it back.

"Fuck me." Julie panted. She wanted this. God, she wanted Tom to take her back. The realization was alarming. Bubbling up like a geyser.

How long had it been since Tom had 'reclaimed' her? Had she really been so blinded by the pleasure she was getting, the experiences, that...

She'd forgotten him.

Fuck.

Tom thrust and she screamed as he hit deep, firm, stretching her around his base and driving her into the table.

"Fucking shit! OH GOD!" Julie whimpered. It was painful. But good. Her body had learned so much over the last months. Devon was often relentless on her. Pulling, slapping, ramming, spanking. What would have made her flinch just weeks ago was a point of desire now. She wanted it... but Tom had never given it to her. Until now.

He drilled hard, making her ass bounce on the solid wood. Grunting, and growling as he kept up the relentless pace.

"Tom... T... Tom..." Julie breathed, but her husband didn't listen. He turned her over, so she was bent over, legs hanging off the table, and continued thrusting. Slapping her ass hard. Gripping it and digging in his nails.

"Shut... shut up..." Tom whimpered with his efforts. He grabbed her hair and pulled, making her arch back and her tits sway in her shirt as she hovered over the table, waist pressed into the edge as she balanced like that, toes barely able to touch the floor. "I... isn't this... what you want..." Another harsh slap on her ass. "To... argh... to get fucked? Hm?"

She was whimpering. In pain. But it was beautiful pain. Aching all over. The nausea was back, but waves of pleasure overpowered it. Her cunt squeezing her husband so tightly, dripping her love down his pounding shaft and slapping balls.

"Or... or is the... mmmm fuck, the problem that... you don't want to be fucked by ME!" Tom pushed her down again onto the table and began hammering into her like a speeding piston.

Julie screamed in a sudden orgasm. The waves crashed over her. Inside her. Her pussy convulsed as it was pummeled, becoming puffy and sensitive, but she never wanted it to stop. Her juices gushed. Dripping and spraying over Tom's legs and onto the floor, creating a slick puddle.

Explosions echoed in Julie's brain and through her body. Tom didn't let up and... wow... fuck... he'd never ever been like this before. What had he been doing while he was gone? Reading some sort of Sex for Dummies book? It wasn't that he'd ever been bad in bed, but this... this was so unlike him and Julie was melting for it.

Maybe it was... could it have been because he'd watched her with Devon? Absorbing how the man had fucked her? Taken her? And he'd learned. Learned from watching his wife get fucked. Something about that was even more arousing. To know that her performances hadn't been in vain.

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Come on... Tom... fuck me! Show... show me you're a man..."

That seemed to make the fire in her husband burn brighter and he grabbed the hair near the base of her neck, pulled her so she was on her toes, arching and ass slapping back against him and he fucked. He pounded hard and fast and never ending, making them both roar and scream in pain and passion.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT GOD DAMN!!!!" Julie screeched and everything in her burned. Tensed. Another orgasm rocked her, and she sprayed her juices everywhere.

Tom yelled out and Julie felt him spasming inside her. Shooting his cum. Thick. Sticky. He flooded her cunt, and it dripped and slid out as it mixed with her own slick juices, adding to the mess all over the floor. He kept his grip, his thrusts slowing and becoming firm and hard, over and over, as he emptied himself inside her.

Julie cried. Tears and sobs. Hiccups. Her nose running in the potent mixture of pleasure, aching pain, and sadness. Sadness for her marriage. The pain she'd caused, and that Tom had experienced. How things had fallen apart. And even though they were joined now, in this moment, a part of Julie felt like they were miles apart.

...

Six and a half months ago

Tom was only a few feet away in the chair, watching Julie as she sat on the hotel bed, leaning back on her hands. But he was so far away. It felt like if she reached for him, he'd drift further, further, forever being just out of reach. And then Devon stepped in the way...

He was large, his belly hanging over his waist. Not grotesque, but definitely living up to the stereotypical IT guy. He was covered in hair, thick and dark all over his chest and arms and thighs... and between his legs, his thick cock swung, only just starting to get hard. Pubic hair covered him, spikey and prickly.

Even after almost two months, Julie wasn't used to the sight of the monster that Devon had. Thick. Heavy. Long. She'd been kissing and sucking and licking all over the monster and the dangling balls countless times now. Drooling, choking, kissing like it was a gift from heaven and deserved to be worshiped.

Devon smiled at her, his eyes moving along Julie's body. She'd chosen to wear a new lingerie set she'd gotten for Valentine's Day, wanting to surprise Tom with it. But if they were going to go through with this... this adventure, she figured she should dress the part for herself and both men who would have eyes on her. The bra was red lace, tightly clinging to her breasts and barely hiding her nipples behind the elegant patterns. A matching garter belt cinched her waist, straps tucked under her thong panties that were clinging as tightly as paint. The garter straps were clipped to the lace tops of red stockings that accented the firm shape of her legs.

She looked like passion. Desire. And it was all for another man. She still couldn't wrap her head around that. That she was in this nice hotel suite to have sex with Devon... not Tom. Another man. A man from her office. And all while her husband sat and watched.

Things had progressed so quickly. It was just supposed to be a one-off Christmas Party fling. Now it had turned into something more. Devon had been pushing her. With the way he made her suck him. How he ate her. That had been unexpected and an escalation that she realized was always headed to this moment.

Devon stroked his cock, getting harder by the second and standing at attention. "God, you look good." He muttered with that condescending grin. She hated that look, but there was something about it that... it sent a chill through her. A dangerous thrill that made her want to venture into the unknown.

Julie looked past Devon to Tom sitting transfixed. When she'd walked out of the bathroom in her lingerie, he'd nearly choked. Up to this point, she hadn't worn much in the way of sexy lingerie for her encounters with Devon. Simple bra and panty sets. She felt if she put forth effort for this slovenly man... he might get the wrong idea. The idea that she liked him. But this was just sex. She was doing it for Tom... and maybe a little for herself, too.

That was the most confusing part. This whole thing had started out as a drunken tease. Sucking off Devon in front of Tom. It had been fun overall, and the sex after had been intense. Amazing. It's what had driven them to approach Devon again and drag him back into their bedroom. Julie on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Watching as Tom jerked to her performance. It always led to amazing love making afterward. Then it had progressed to Devon's mouth between her thighs, seeing her pussy up close. Licking. Devouring.

It was surprising how good Devon was at cunnilingus. His tongue was a twisting rollercoaster, and it drove Julie wild. And his cock...

Julie pushed the thoughts aside and shifted her attention back to Devon, standing over her, stroking himself slowly. For almost two months, things had been building to this. There was no question. No doubt. Tom wasn't going to be satisfied with just seeing her suck Devon. And Devon wasn't going to be satisfied with only getting his fingers and tongue inside her sex.

And... What did Julie want? In all their talk about what they were doing, the late nights with Tom in bed, talking through these strange desires. The paradox of emotions. Being disgusted. Angry. Jealous. And those emotions fueling arousal and desire. They hadn't fully come to any sort of conclusion. She knew the things Tom liked. And Devon's desires were clear. But Julie was still struggling to figure out exactly what she wanted. Even now... leaning back on this soft bed, legs open to expose the lacy red panties clinging so tightly to... another surprise she'd wanted to give to Tom. All of this was supposed to be his Valentine's present. But like Christmas, what was meant for him was now going to be Devon's.

Before she lost all sense, Julie cleared her throat. "C... on... did you remember condoms? If not, we have some." Julie stammered. Fuck, she hated sounding so immature. She was a businesswoman. Head of her department. She should be able to keep her voice even.

Devon rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Sure." He moved away, back to where he'd tossed his pants, bending to rifle through the pockets.

Julie cringed seeing the man's fat hairy ass, his thick thighs rubbing together as he bent and then stood back up. He waddled back over, holding a shiny black little square. "Happy?" He questioned, tossing the condom to Julie, who caught it with a surprised gasp.

"Oh... okay..." she muttered, grimacing again at her nervousness.

"Great." Devon smiled again and took up his place, obscuring her view of her husband across the room. Was he doing that deliberately? Blocking Tom from seeing her? Or maybe he could see her... surely he'd say something if he couldn't. After all, this was his fantasy. He was the one that told her he wanted to see her fuck Devon... or rather...

"I can't explain it, but... I wanna see you with another cock. Like... I want to see you pleasing one. Opening for one." He'd told her one night after Devon had left and they'd made love.

"With Devon? You want me to sleep with him?" She was shocked... but also not really surprised. What else could all this lead to?

"I mean... he's as good as any. We know him already. We've already been doing all this. It just makes sense. And besides..." Tom had blushed. "His penis is pretty big..."

And now here she was, shifting forward onto the edge of the bed with Devon standing before her, cock erect, waiting for her to put the condom on. Why he couldn't do it himself, Julie didn't know. Probably because he was a lazy bastard.

Getting close, Julie could smell the sweat from Devon. It was a bitter BO mixed with deodorant. Not all together bad, but... a bit sharp to her senses. She ripped the packet open and took the condom out. She hesitated. "Um, let's turn... Tom needs to see."

"Does he?" Devon whispered. "Maybe this should just be between us, hm? Sex is supposed to be intimate, right? We could always send him down to the lobby for a while. I'm sure he'd get off on that just as much as sitting in that chair. Probably even more. Knowing we are up here together. And not knowing what I'm doing to you." His grin was wicked and seductive.

Julie was horrified that she actually considered what he said for a moment. Leaving Tom out of this? But him being here was the whole point! To watch. Get excited. And then to fuck her so well, she passed out. That couldn't happen if he was... somewhere else. But still... the temptation...

Julie glared. "I'm not doing this without Tom." She whispered.

Devon just rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Fine." He turned, so that he was standing at the end of the bed with his cock almost fully erect, allowing Tom full view of his wife. "Better?" That cocky grin made her want to give the man a punch in his hefty gut.

Flicking her gaze to Tom, Julie tried to gauge how her husband was handling this. He sat in the chair, stiff and staring at Julie, his hands gripping the armrests. The look on his face screamed terrified. But the tent in his pants told a different story. Her husband was aroused to the point of a small stain starting to show on the front of his jeans.

She bit her lip, seeing it. Seeing the way her husband was so hard for this...

Devon put a finger on her chin and directed her gaze back to him. "You have a job to do, Julie." He smiled and flexed his cock.

Swallowing back a lump in her throat, Julie reached out with the condom in hand, took the base of Devon's cock, and began to roll the lubed latex over his head. She was already so familiar with this penis. The ridges and veins. How the thick head bloomed out before it formed the ridge and continued to the shaft. It was strange, being so intimate with it and now wrapping it up.

A soft groan slipped from Tom's lips and Julie glanced over. Her husband was rubbing his crotch. Watching her put the condom on Devon's massive member. She looked at her husband and raised an eyebrow. Quietly questioning if he was really sure about this. There was no going back.

He just nodded and continued staring, rubbing.

"Good girl." Devon chuckled once the condom was completely unrolled and there was still at least a couple inches of his dick that was free. His cock bounced as he took a step closer. "Now... lay back. Let's give that man of yours a show."

Julie flushed. Her skin was tight and warm and she could feel Tom's eyes on her, but she could see Devon's. He was looking down at her with hunger. She slowly let herself slip back and lay on the bed, legs slightly parted along the corner of the mattress, half hanging off.

Devon stepped closer. "Put your hands over your head." He instructed.

This was the part that Julie didn't like. Devon giving her orders. But... they'd decided he would be in control... that he would lead. Because that's what Tom wanted to see. To see Julie submit to a cock. Allow herself to be opened. To give herself to another man. And Devon just happened to be that man. Trying to find someone else seemed far too much of a risk and hassle. Devon was a known variable. They felt like they could anticipate him, understand him.

He reached down with his rough hands, touching Julie's knee and moving upward along her stocking covered thigh and pushed. She opened her legs slowly, not exactly resisting, but not wanting this lump of a man to think she was eager to be doing this. But regardless, her thighs opened wider and exposed the gusset of her lace panties. The red threads pulled tight against her mound.

"MMMMMM." Devon rumbled, looking down between her legs, his hand still moving upward to the tops of her stockings, to the strap that held them and gave it a little snap. "You look so amazing."

Julie was panting, laying back with her hands over her head. It made her breasts lift, the bra containing them, but also pushing them to puff over the cups slightly. Her eyes darted to Tom again, and she saw her husband gooning, stroking his cock through his boxers. His pants were now unzipped, so his tented underwear was free.

The feeling of Devon's hand moving higher towards her inner hip made Julie suck in a breath. Devon had touched her dozens of times before, but this felt new. Much more intimate than when he was fingering her while she sucked him off. Or when he was thrusting his digits up inside her and licking and lapping at her clit and lips. His rough hands were caressing her. Both now on her thighs, moving up and along and inward.

Heat was flooding through Julie, washing over her in waves as if she were standing close to a furnace. Devon's hands were scratchy, thick, but with a firm grip as he moved along her thighs. His thumbs grazed over the gusset of her panties and Julie trembled. The pressure was just firm enough to part her lips and rub against the material. He pulled her a little closer, standing between her thighs and resting his cock up against her panties, the tip reaching nearly to her belly button.

Her eyes widened.

"You're going to take every inch." Devon grinned. "Hear that Tom? Every. Single. Inch." He didn't even bother looking over at Julie's husband. All of his focus was on the wife laying before him, thighs opened and willing. "Take those off." Devon ordered, lifting and letting his cock slap down against her panties and exposed stomach.

Julie gasped, stomach tightening and an electric sensation rushing through her pussy to every part of her body. She found herself complying, reaching down without hesitation to pull down her panties and expose her smooth sex to the two men in the room.

"Shit." Tom breathed.

She'd wanted to surprise him. To be perfectly smooth. Something he'd asked for on occasion, but she'd only ever shaved to stubble, never as creamy soft and hairless as she was now.

Devon grinned wider and looked appreciatively at her puffy mound, aroused and with a soft glisten between the closed valley of her vagina. "Just for me, huh?" He was laying the teasing on thick. His eyes gave Tom a quick appraising look and then back to Julie. "Pull your legs up. It'll help me fit. This looks like it's going to be tight."

Julie could hear Tom panting. Stroking. Her gaze went to him, almost desperate.

Call it off, honey. Let's just stop this. I know you like seeing it but... but I want you. Can't it just be us?

She wanted to say it. To stand up, push Devon aside. It would be the sane thing to do. But... a pit in Julie's stomach told her that she wasn't sane. Hadn't been since she'd first laid eyes on Devon's cock. It had done something to her, to be so slutty. To be less than faithful and good in the eyes of her loving husband. Arousal, emotion, rational thought, it was all a tangled mess now. She was turned on by her husband getting turned on by watching her with this slob. A ring of depravity.

Even though she was looking over at her husband desperately. She just wasn't sure if it really was the desperation of a wife and woman that wanted to end this illicit affair. Or, if it was the desperation to go through with it.

Tom was so far away. Why did he feel so far away?

Devon angled his cock head, rubbing the rubber covered tip along Julie's slit. Her head tilted back in a soft moan, hair swaying behind her in a soft honey waterfall.

"Tell me what you want, Julie." Devon breathed. It was clear he was just as entranced by Julie's body and the feel of her sex through the thin condom.

She let out a groan that made her blush. The feeling of Devon rubbing against her, circling her clit, then dragging himself down along her newly smooth slit had her shaking. "Devon..." She hesitated.

"Say it, Julie. Say it in front of your husband. Tell him what you want. What you're going to do. Look at him and say it." Devon was firm. Confident. In charge.

Julie allowed herself to look at Tom. His eyes were wide and glazed with lust. His cock was dripping and drooling pre-cum all over himself as he stroked. It made Julie's chest burn, seeing him lost in his lust watching as Devon rubbed against her. "H... honey... I want... I want Devon to fuck me. I want him to take me right in front of..."

She didn't get to finish. Devon pushed his cock into Julie's pussy. He moved slowly, but steady and continual. His cock spread her bald cunt, puffing out and slick as he entered and sheathed himself completely inside in a smooth motion that made Julie fall back on the bed. "Oh, fucking god!" she gasped, eyes wide.

His dick stretched her, his base wider and pressing firmly against her labia, balls slapping her ass.

The tension in the room twisted, pulled tight, threatening to snap. Tom groaned and came in his hand. His ejaculation shooting out all over his legs. Julie saw it through a haze of pleasure washing over her in visions of red and pink and shimmering fire orange. She'd never been so full. There were places Devon was touching that she didn't know existed. Muscles stretching, a feeling so intense it made her shake. It was like stretching after a long period of being balled up, cramped and tightly confined. Now she was opening herself up, being pulled taut by Devon's penis.

"That's right, squeeze it." Devon grunted, feeling her tighten. Pussy clenching around his girth.

Julie panted, flat stomach tight and rising up and down, breasts jiggling in her bra as she lay back, shivering with the intensity of being so fully taken. Her head lulled to the side, and she looked over at her husband, the mess he'd made just by seeing Devon slide inside her. It sent new waves of arousal through her. She wanted to reach out. To touch him. But he sat far away from her, his cock in his hand, breathing hard. He was clearly dizzy from his orgasm.

Devon pushed Julie's legs up higher, adjusting his stance between her thighs and moved himself slowly back, sliding out of her pussy. Her lips dragged over him, squeezing and gripping him lewdly and slick. "That's right, just relax." He grinned as he moved so only the head was inside and then thrust back inside, firm and sharp.

Julie arched when he rammed back inside. "HOLY FUCK!" The words slipped from her lips and her hands, over her head, gripped the bed sheets.

"That's it. Hold on tight. I'm going to show you what a real man fucks like." Devon chuckled and began a steady rhythm, moving in and out of Julie's clenching cunt.

In and out, Julie's married cunt sucked at his cock. Rubbing along the latex, making it slick and shiny with the mixture of lube and juices as she moaned, writhing beneath Devon's towering presence. He took a firm hold of Julie's hips, allowing him better leverage, thrusting into her depths.

"That's it. Take me. Fuck, you're smooth as silk." Devon had a look of utter concentrated lust in his eyes as he began the fucking a bit more firm, his thighs slapping the underside of Julie's legs against her ass.

"OH... oh fuck... fuck... ooooohhhh god...." Julie moaned. Her tits bounced and jiggled in the bra, starting to pop out over the lace trim. Each bounce from a thrust made her slide along the soft sheets of the bed. Julie shook her head from side to side as Devon kept up his pace, breathing even and deep as if it were practiced. His jaw was set, the look on his face telling Julie that she was in for more than just a few pumps and a dump into the condom.

Her eyes widened in realization. Devon was going to really fuck her. Dear Lord, what had they gotten themselves into? She tried to look over at Tom, but Devon shifted his position so he was blocking her view. Her connection with Tom severed with a simple side step. Now all she could see was Devon's heavy, sweaty, hairy body and intense stare as he fucked.

Julie let out a gasping whimper as Devon thrust harder, making her tits finally bounce free of her bra and exposing her hard nipples. She quickly forgot about Tom as thundering pleasure ripped through her. "Oh, shit!" She gasped. Devon adjusted his position, putting a knee up on the bed and pushing her legs open wider, angling his cock differently inside her, rubbing even more new spots. Julie arched, moaning shallowly with the sudden stimulation on her g-spot.

The bed creaked underneath them as Devon picked up the pace. Skin slapping skin and moaning, whimpering breaths filled the room. The pungent smell of sex permeated their small sphere of existence. Wet sloshes from Julie's pussy filled their ears as Devon continued sinking home over and over, balls smacking her fine ass.

"That's it." Devon whispered huskily. "Fuck Julie, so tight. Fucking tight."

"Oh, my god you're big," Julie whimpered, lifting her head to look down along her sweaty slick stomach to her puffing mound as Devon pressed inside. He went down to the root, pressing firmly, making her mons flatten, lips opening and a creamy white oozing out from their union. "OHHH GO... OOO... OOOD!" She hiccuped. Whimpered. Head falling back.

"That's right. Look at it. See how you stretch. Tom can't do that. Only I can." Devon growled and slowly moved back, Julie's lips sucking, gripping, trying to keep him inside. She gasped from the sudden absence and then he thrust back in.

She came. Julie bucked off the bed, spasming as pleasure crashed through her like an earthquake. "FFUUUUCK GOD DEVON OH GOD!"

That seemed like the signal Devon was waiting for. He started fucking hard. Bringing his other leg up onto the bed, he was kneeling between her thighs and power fucking her. Ramming hard and relentless. Grunting as he stared down at her, gritting his teeth as he plowed Julie into the bed. Her tits bouncing violently.

"Say my name!" He ordered with a snarl, his balls slapping her upturned ass as he lifted it off the bed.

"D... D... Devon..." she gasped as she was rocked on the bed. "Oh goooooood please..." She was awash with pleasure.

"Fucking say my name! Tell me what you want!" He reached down, putting a hand on her sternum for support, and rammed harder into her with wet, thick slaps.

"Devon oh god Devon fuck me!" She screamed. "Fuck me please, god fuck me!"

"That's fucking right!" He roared and somehow went at her harder. A piston in an overtaxed engine. Julie was helpless under him. Sweat dripped off his brow, falling onto her bouncing tits as he continued to bottom out again and again.

"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMMING!" She cried, arms reaching out to her sides and raking at the sheets.

"Fucking cum! Cum on my cock! That's right! Show me you fucking love it!"

Words became lost to Julie as her orgasm brought ringing to her ears. A rushing of blood. A pounding heart. She felt herself shaking. Devon relentlessly fucking her sore pussy. And then he was grunting and groaning and unloading into the condom. She felt it swell inside. A surprising feeling, considering when she and Tom had used them on occasion, he'd never fill the little reservoir all that much. It felt like a balloon was swelling inside her.

Julie lay on her back, groaning, everything sore and shaking. Devon on top of her, the sweaty, sticky, prickly pressure of his weight oppressive, but somehow deliciously wonderful. She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Stop the room from spinning.

Devon slipped out of her. Her lips continued to grip, sliding along the cream covered condom. A slick pop when he exited. She opened her eyes and saw the condom hanging from his tip full of cum. Swollen with cum. Holy fuck, that was a lot of cum. The man was panting, sweaty, but still hard. He pulled the condom off and tossed it aside.

In a daze, Julie watched the beast waddle back over to his clothes, pull out another condom, and as he returned to the bed, rolled it on.

"W... wait..." Julie panted.

Devon either didn't hear her whimper or didn't care. He grabbed hold of her hips and turned her over, maneuvering her so she was up on all fours and facing Tom, who was staring back at her with a mask of horror, lust, pain, and heart wrenching jealousy.

Something inside Julie burst into flame. Seeing that look on Tom's face. There was a love in his eyes she recognized, mixed and overpowered by his blazing lust, to see Julie be bad.

She stared right into his eyes as she felt Devon position himself behind her, spanking her firm ass. "Tom, go clean yourself up and get us some drinks. We need to hydrate." Devon gripped hold of Julie's ass, kneading it like dough and pulling it open to see her slick folds and puckered asshole.

"Wh... what?" Tom stammered, looking at Devon with disgust and then at Julie.

"It's... it's okay Tom. Go. Please. Devon's... right." Julie panted, shaking on her hands and knees feeling Devon rubbing his thumb along her asshole with interest.

"Julie..." Tom swallowed.

"Tom..." She looked him right in the eye. "Go." Something inside her snapped. The tension had been building. And even as she'd been getting pounded, it hadn't broken. But that simple word from her lips as Devon was behind her, rubbing his cock along her slit, was like the scissors of the Fates, severing a lifeline.

Tom got up on shaky legs and pulled up his pants, zipping himself up and stumbling towards the door. Just as he was slipping out into the hall, Devon thrust himself back into Julie and she cried out in ecstasy.

For the next hour, Devon fucked her. On all fours, pulling her hair and spanking her ass red. Making her bounce on him, riding reverse, facing her husband who was as still as a statue watching his wife get fucked. Riding him, facing the man as he pulled her hair back, making her arch and slathering her tits with his tongue. Prone, laying flat on the bed, folding her arms behind her back and ramming down hard, his stomach slapping her already burning ass.

He filled two more condoms, tossing each one at Tom's feet when he was done and needed to switch out.

They ended with Devon laying back, leaning against the headboard panting. He was covered with sweat. Julie between his legs, wiggling her ass back at her husband as she sucked his semi hard cock. Her labia was red, puffy. Ass marked with slaps and a few bruises from Devon's firm grip. She felt Tom's eyes on her ass and pussy, spreading her legs a bit more so her husband could see just how abused her cunt was.

Devon emptied his balls one last time into her mouth, making her keep it in her mouth. Pulling her off, ordering her to drool all over his dick. "Lick it back up. Drool it again. Over and over until I tell you to stop." He told her through heavy pants, holding her hair up so he could watch. She did it for several minutes until Devon's cock was soft and the dripping slurry of spit and cum was foaming and dripping. "Swallow it." He ordered.

Julie didn't even hesitate.

Less than ten minutes later, Devon left. Julie collapsed on the bed, panting. Exhausted. Unable to move without feeling aches and soreness. She turned to face Tom, sitting in his chair a few feet away. She hadn't noticed when he'd come back from getting them drinks. Devon had chugged a Gatorade sometime between sessions of stretching her out. Julie was exhausted and thirsty.

She stared at her husband across the room. So far away.

She fell asleep laying on the bed soaked in sweat and fluids. When she woke up in the morning, Tom was still in the chair and she was alone, shaking from the best sex she'd ever had and feeling like Tom was a million miles away.

...

Time lost meaning. Tom and Julie fucked. They would scream at each other...

"What am I supposed to say, Tom? That I don't like big cock?"

"And you just expect me to go without?"

"That's what you wanted!"

"I never fucking said I wanted to be shut out of intimacy with my wife!"

"But I thought it was intimate! That you were getting some sort of connection..."

"Oh please! You can't tell me it was all for me. How many times have you fucked Devon without telling me? And all the other things you've done."

"Wh... what other things?"

"Devon sent me the photos, Julie. Of you! Of you in a threesome with him and some other woman! Of you and him and some other man... double penetrating you! For God's sake Julie! What else have you done that Devon hasn't bragged about?!"

They yelled and blamed. Accused and cursed. And somehow, inevitably, it would deteriorate into grabbing each other, kissing, biting, sucking and fucking.

Julie confessed. She confessed to letting Devon talk her into other experiences. The threesome where she got double penetrated. Devon and the other man... she never got his name... or maybe she had but couldn't remember it... Daren? Daryl? It was another D name. She was mortified that Devon had secretly shown Tom the videos... she never would have been okay with that sort of teasing-torment.

And when she copped to the threesome with another woman, someone that had worked in the IT department a few months ago before transitioning jobs, Tom pushed her onto the couch and began to devour her. Her legs wrapped around his head as he licked and sucked violently.

"Did that other woman like this cheating cunt?" He growled and pulled her labia open with his thumbs, pressing his tongue inside her and making Julie grab the back of the couch for support.

"Yes!" she gasped, legs trembling. "She fucking licked every inch of me. My asshole. My cunt. She fingered me with her wedding ring finger, Tom. Fuck, it scrapped against my clit and I fucking came so hard!"

Tom thrust two fingers up into her and rubbed her g-spot hard and rough and she bucked and cried out and almost immediately began to squirt all over her husband. Spraying him in her warm, slick juices. Then he was lapping up her cunt again. Sucking her lips, pulling at them with his mouth.

"FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCKING SHIT TOM FUCK!" She writhed and twisted, holding onto the back of the couch over her head as she cried out in passion.

When that finished, Tom confessed to sleeping with Carrie the night before. When Julie called, Carrie answered. They'd been laying in bed together after fucking intense and hard.

At that admission, she'd pinned Tom into his favorite recliner and began sucking his cock. It didn't matter that earlier he'd cum inside her, fucking her on the dining room table. He was ready to go in an instant. Tom had tapped into some bottomless well of arousal. Maybe it was all the pent up rage and guilt and desperation. Maybe it was something completely different, his love for his wife and desire to keep her. Or... it was just desire. Pure and simple need.

When Tom tried to grab her hair, she slapped his hand away, gripped his balls, squeezing them painfully and swallowed his cock deep over and over, making it hit the back of her throat, no doubt bruising it. But she didn't care. She went at her husband's cock relentlessly. Sloppy. Drooling and spitting and gagging. Saliva dripped and coated Tom's balls and thighs. It stretched and dripped in strings like slime when she pulled back to catch her breath. Her eyes watering. Spitting on his cock. Licking it up again, swishing the fluid around and then dripping it all over his dick.

"Fuck! Holy fuck Julie!" He groaned. The feeling of her throat was amazing and painful. Squeezing him and sucking his cock raw, making it irritated and red as drool oozed and dribbled down all over his lap.

She would pull his cock from her mouth, taking a minute to swallow air, and stroked his cock up and down like a paint shaker. "You fucked some coworker floosy with this dick?!" she growled. "You fucking cheater. You fucking degenerate pervert. Watching me fuck wasn't enough? Hm? You went limp for your wife, but could get it up for a whore at the office?" She squeezed his base, making him cry out in pain. Cock pulsing and leaking thick beads of pre-cum.

"Yeah!" He grunted. "I fucking did. Who else was I going to get it from? Not you! You gave your cunt to that fat fucking slob!" Tom grunted back.

His cock vanished into her throat again and this time she didn't stop until Tom was jerking, spasming, and thrusting his hips up and shooting his burning cum into her throat. Julie gagged, coughed, the cum came up and splashed onto his cock, but she kept her mouth on him licking and sucking and milking him.

It was pent up rage. Anger. Pain. Disappointment. Desire. Every emotion was flowing through them and through the house.

Some portion of the argument led to Tom standing in the hall, Julie's legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. Tom had his fingers dug in deep on her ass and was lifting her, guiding her up and down on his cock. Her head was tossed back, sweaty hair swaying as she rode him in the air. "Yes... yes..." she panted loudly. "Fuck! Oh god Fuck Tom!"

Another led to a whole new position neither of them had tried before. Amazon. Tom's legs were up, knees bent. Julie was riding him, back of her thighs slapping the back of his, squatting and thrusting herself down onto his hard cock, hands on his ankles. A more dominant position for a woman. Julie's eyes were rolling up as she rode him. Tom groaned as he watched her take him in over and over, creaming, dripping down over his stomach and ass. They grunted together, slapping skin and wet smacks, all the confirmation they needed to know they were feeling good.

The day wore on and the arguments and anger bang to boil down and down until their words were soft, desperate, sweet. Whispers of wanting each other. How sorry they were. Missing each other. The sex became more tender. Still firm and urgent, but with a softer edge.

A sense of euphoria filled Julie. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe things would be okay. They could work through this. It was just a rough patch. Admittedly a very odd rough patch. How exactly did you navigate this sort of thing? There were blogs, books, videos, all sorts of things that might help them figure out how to make... something work. Julie didn't want to give up this sexual life. And she knew Tom liked it, at least at first. Maybe it was just the way they were doing it. They hadn't put down firm enough rules. Discussed things properly. And yes, Julie had gone passed whatever boundaries they'd set up, even if they were flimsy. She could own up to that. And Tom could own up not speaking his mind, standing up for himself and how he was feeling.

They could do this. It made Julie press herself harder against Tom. Bent over the dryer, she had no idea how they'd stumbled into this area of the house in their sex crazed arguments. Her breasts were pressed to the cold metal, her hips getting driven into the machine and making hit rattle and thump up against the floor and wall.

Her husband thrust over and over, sinking deep into her sore cunt. "Tom... oh god Tom, more... please more..."

He slapped her ass cheek and she hissed in pleasure. "Fuck! God Tom... I'm... mmm so happy you're... home... oh god so good..."

Tom didn't respond. He just kept thrusting firmly. Making Julie's ass bounce.

"Tom?" She looked back at him.

He slowed his thrusts, panting. Flushed and sweaty. He gripped her ass, caressed her hips. "J... Julie..."

"Tom... you're... coming home... right?" She turned, his cock slipping from her leaving a hollow feeling. "Right? I mean... we... we are going to work this out..."

Tom's eyes welled with tears. "But what if we can't? Julie... we can't... we can't assume that we are going to be able to get over this..."

"W... what do you mean? Of course we can. What other option is there..." Julie's throat closed and eyes widened..

He looked away. "Divorce..."

Divorce.

Julie heard the word and burst into tears. Tom tried to assure her he'd only done a search. That he hadn't started anything... yet. And it was that lingering 'yet' that made them stumble into the bedroom. Kissing, breathing each other in deeply. Every time Tom tried to talk more, Julie quieted him with her body.

They fell into bed. Julie on her back, hands holding Tom's arms that were planted on either side of her. Legs wrapped around him as he plunged himself into her depths that were sore, tight, and pulsing with the pounding she'd taken over the entire day. She was exhausted. Sticky with sweat and fluids. Her nails scraped Tom's skin, leaving red marks, adding to the bites and bruises she'd given him. He'd given her plenty in return from their brutal, hard, feral love making.

She stared up into her husband's eyes. Her's were red rimmed. Watching her husband's pained expression. They'd run out of words. Out of insults. Accusations. Guilt. Now they were as emotionally raw as their bodies.

He moved in and out. Slow. Steady. Their skin sensitive. But they wouldn't stop. Couldn't. Her pussy was throbbing in pain, but she wanted the pain. She wanted him inside her. Wrapping her legs tighter, pulling him just a little deeper and sucking in a sore breath.

"Julie..." Tom's voice was raw from screaming, yelling, crying.

"I want it... don't stop." She breathed, leaning up and kissing hard, deep. Their lips cracked, chapped and swollen.

Tom sank in completely. Each thrust pressing against her bruised labia, making her whimper into his mouth.

"Julie..." He whispered again between breaths as their lips parted.

She bit. She didn't want him to talk. She knew... something deep in her knew...

He groaned, moving his hips, grinding and sliding through her slick folds.

"Please... Julie..." Tom sobbed.

"Don't." She whimpered back, tears slipping down her cheeks. Kissing him again. "Don't. Just stay. Stay Tom. Here. Don't go."

Somewhere in all the shouting. The crying. The admissions of guilt and frustration and debauchery... that singular word had sent spikes and blades through them both.

Their lips pressed together, salty with the tears they were both crying. They rolled over, moving around on the bed until they were sitting, Julie on his lap, legs around him, arms around his back and sinking in her nails. "Please... p... please Tom... I'm... I'm sorry."

He bounced her up and down. The delicious pain of his cock deep inside her. It didn't matter that he couldn't stretch her or get as deep as Devon. His cock felt so good. Like it belonged. How had she been missing it for so long? Why did she think she could deny this man, the man she'd fallen in love with? Married? Built a life together?

Why had she let things crumble? All for sex.

Wet slaps splashed, mixing with their moans as they held each other tight.

"I'm... sorry... too." Tom bit her shoulder, and she felt him spasming inside again. Shooting whatever was left inside him, filling her pussy. She'd lost count how many times he'd done it. There'd been a few where she swallowed. Where he came on her chest. In her hands. But the best was when he filled her pussy, sore and sweet and slick. She wanted more. So much more.

"Then don't go." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck.

They held each other tight.

"I love you, Julie." He whispered. Kissing her neck softly.

"I love you so much." She echoed, pulling back and leaning down, kissing along her sweaty chest. "Stay. Make love to me. I'll let you do anything to me. With me. I'm yours, Tom."

He brushed back her hair, matted and sticky and tangled with sweat and cum. Tilting her face up. Looking deep into her eyes. "I... can't stay... I... we... we need to... figure this out, Julie. And... I'm not going to be selfish. You have feelings for Devon, even if it's just about the sex. It's something you want. And I just... I don't know if I want that. That sort of relationship."

Tom fell back on the bed and Julie pressed herself to him, cuddling tight, sobbing. "Then I won't do it. I'll stay with you. Only you..."

His lips on her forehead quieted her. "No, Julie. We both know that wouldn't work. I'd be restraining you. Holding you back from a life you wanted to experience. With or without Devon. And... I can't. I won't do that. I know I said..." He cleared his throat. "I said I was... looking at divorce..."

Julie whimpered, curling tighter into a ball against him.

"But... I'm not going to... to be rash. We need some time. We said a lot today. Things that needed to be said. Should have been said earlier and in less... uh, violent ways." He chuckled and rested his head on the pillow.

"Sorry I bit you." Julie laughed sadly.

"Which bite? My ass? Tongue. Or when you bit under my nut sack."

They both broke up in laughter mixed with sobs and snot filled snorts.

"All of it. But... none of it either." Julie rubbed her face against Tom's chest. "I... you're right. I know you're right, honey." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "We need... to figure this out... figure out who we are... apart and... who we want to be together... if we want to be together."

Tom nodded, his breathing beginning to even out.

"But... for tonight... please Tom... stay." Julie looked up at her husband. He was fast asleep, arm tight around her shoulders. For a few minutes she watched him, quietly observing him and taking in every facet of him. Then, she pulled the covers up from their tangled mess, covered herself and her husband, cuddled tighter against his warm chest, and fell asleep.

She wasn't sure how long she slept... but it wasn't long enough. When she woke, feeling sore and aching, she was alone. The bed was empty. Tom was gone. Again. But this time there was a note placed on the pillow.

Julie plucked it and read it through tears.

"I love you. I'm not leaving. But I can't stay."

It was so simple. Explaining nothing. But saying everything. She crumpled the letter as she pressed it to her chest and cried.