The New Tenant - Part 7

While Toby was clumsy in the beginning, despite his size, he was a quick learner. The more time he spent inside me the more my body responded to Toby’s manipulations. And by all accounts, Toby wanted to spend as much time inside me as possible. He had awakened me in the night several times, hungry for more. I had eventually gotten some sleep though.

“I thought it would be too big for my little body, but it sure fits,” I groaned.

It was the morning after our first night. I had gone to make coffee and shortly after I had the dragging of Toby’s feet down the hallway. We had done it a few times during the night. I had sort of thought in the back of my head that doing it at night like that made it an unreal dream, but getting bent over the kitchen island and fucked right there in made me relish the reality of it.

It was also now that I had noticed that his swimming and trips to the boxing gym were paying off. He wasn’t fit by any stretch but he seemed to have been stacking up power in his legs, to say the least.

“And why does it fit?” Toby taunted.

“Be-ugh- because you’ve ruined me! Ugh guh! Oh fuck! Sex with J-Josh will never be the same!” I moaned, struggling to talk as he filled me up so much. I knew the words he wanted to hear, and I coated him with them as much as I could. Hearing me talk like this seemed to spur him on even more.

I had to wonder how would it be with Josh? Josh was big too, strong, and loving. Toby was bigger in the package department, but also different in how he did stuff. He fucked for his own pleasure, and mine happened to coincide with his own. He didn’t seem to mind that I was his landlady or somebody’s wife. All he cared about was that I was pleasuring him. In fact, it seemed to spur him on even further to use me as he pleased, seeing me subdued.

Toby stared down where his fat cock was thrusting into me from behind, sending ripples across my ass each time he banged inside. He started to increase the pace as he studied how my petite ass jiggled. It didn’t take long before he made me gasp and groan through a now familiar sensation of cumming. I had never thought sex could be this good, that size really did matter to such an extent.

“Fuck yeah, Kimberly,” he groaned.

I could feel him swell inside me. I could tell he was gonna cum soon, but he didn’t let up his fast strokes. I could feel him swell and swell, dangerously pulsing inside. Concern for my well-being ceded for Toby’s need to cum. His dick exploded inside me with such force part of the first load dripped onto the kitchen floor after recoiling inside me. He pushed even deeper, where only Toby could reach, sending shockwaves through me as he stretched me deep.

I had just felt my eager little, slightly ominous tenant cum inside me again for what must have been the fourth time. Or third. Was I already losing count? I certainly wasn’t keeping it. I could certainly get used to this type of sex, even after the ‘honeymoon’ period. But he had to stop cumming in me as Josh and I had plans of conceiving either when he got back, or when I went over there. I couldn’t very well let Toby have his pick when I was off the pill.

My eyes trailed up to my face in the reflection of the microwave to see that my hair was matted and my makeup was smeared. Sweat glazed my forehead and thick locks created a framing of a wife turned slut. It was not even noon. I reached around and started awkwardly rubbing the cum. My fingers felt sticky and slimy, and mostly gross. But there was just so much. I even brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted them.

I had of course tasted Toby’s cum before, but not like this. It tasted slightly saltier, with a hint of sweetness to it. I could not deny that I enjoyed it, even if I was slightly disgusted with myself for doing so. Right out from my own pussy.

I had just let Toby cum inside me yet again. It was potentially dangerous, yet I let him do it anyway. Or maybe I knew he wouldn’t bother pulling out either way. I guess he figured I was his slut now, and maybe for the next few days, it was true. I was the bored housewife with my husband on a trip. Though the parameters were slightly different contrary to the normalcy of such circumstances. It was kinda my fault Toby was the way he was, with everything we had done leading up to this. Everything we had gotten away with doing. The only thing I could do to make up for it was to let Toby use my body whenever he wanted and plead for more.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Josh had ever cum inside me like this. From the huge amount of thick glazed cum trickling out of me to the sheer force and how it exploded within me. How Toby’s cum filled me up to the brim. Did it matter that Josh had? I was Toby’s slut for the time being, not my husband’s. At least until Josh came home from his trip. I wondered what he’d think about all the videos.

I could hear Toby shuffle down the hallway and to the shower behind the kitchen. It was all fun now, and it was good to know it was just a temporary thing, no matter how much Toby wanted me to stay a cheating slut.

*

Kimberly had finally submitted. Finally, Kimberly had taken her place as my personal fucktoy to enjoy, instead of committing to her marriage as a dutiful wife. My plan had worked up till this point. I was alone with her, with Kimberly at my disposal. For now at least. I had kept a somewhat charade with Josh, feeding him some bullshit texts about what Kimberly had been doing before I fucked his wife again, but I knew when he came back in two week time there was a good chance he would not be happy. But by then, it would be too late. I wanted to turn her over the next weeks, but make it a slow process. That was the way, to make her think this was what she wanted.

Now that I was taking Kimberly multiple times a day, the next step was to demean Josh as a mate even further. Previously I was deteriorating Kimberly’s respect for Josh as a man, now I would destroy him as a husband. I had already made Kimberly give vague promises to keep seeing me despite Josh’s return and predilections.

But I also had to put Josh in his place. As the second hand. I had to show him his wife's infidelity and make him believe it as well. The timing was necessary, and the right video. I wanted the video to look like Kimberly was unaware she was being recorded, and I wanted the timing to have Josh ask; “How long has this been going on?” and to realize there were still two weeks until he could come back and do anything about it. Have him lay in bed wondering about all the things I was doing to his wife. Have him question Kimberly with the things he’d hear her say…

And to kill two birds with one stone, I knew Kimberly was up in her bedroom getting ready for tennis later with Josh’s sister Luna. I guess Luna was waiting somewhere on the property, probably by the pool. I was gonna make Kimberly late for that. I found her with her back to me, naked except for black boxer shorts. She abruptly turned.

“Oh! You startled me,” Kimberly said as I entered her room.

I guess we had never been in her and Josh’s room at the same time. I had been in her plenty though, accumulating hours in her bed enjoying her panties.

“You heading out?” I asked, trying to sound interested in her day. Kimberly nodded, looking at me. It was obvious she was unsure what to do with me being in her and Josh’s sacred chamber.

Deciding to play it casual, she headed into the bathroom. I took this opportunity to prop up a small camera on Josh’s headstand. That’s right. I was gonna fuck his wife in their bed, then I was gonna send him the video.

I heard Kimberly exit the bathroom. She now had donned short, tight white yoga pants on top of her boxers. I quickly hit record and sat down on the end of the bed.

“We can’t do anything in here, Toby,” Kimberly said, glancing over at me and then at the camera, getting her tennis outfit ready on the bed. I would of course have to edit that away for Josh.

“Why not?” I asked, sitting up just enough to dismount my sweatpants, my gray boxers still on.

Kimberly sighed and shook her head. She was looking at me, still holding one part of the tennis outfit in hand. She was obviously annoyed, but I knew this was the moment. And the fact that she deemed her room a holy place meant I had to defile it. It was part of the process.

I reached out and put my hand on the white fabric of her yoga pants. I slowly pulled it down. She resisted at first, but then let the yoga pants drop down mid-thigh. I got up, keeping her in front of me. Her hands were still on the tennis outfit, but I guided it out of her hand and threw it away somewhere. I guided her hand to my growing erection instead.

“Not here… Luna is waiting for me besides,” Kimberly said.

I kept Kimberly in front of me as I spun her around to face the bed, and then bent her over, pushing her yoga pants all the way down her legs to the floor. Seeing Kimberly bent over like this never ceased to amaze me. Propped and ready for me to take her. Just like the camera was ready to record Kimberly’s infidelity. We would have to record some ‘real’ videos later too. But now, only her boxers were in the way.

“Toby please… Not here… Not in this bed,” Kimberly pleaded weakly, but I knew the battle was already won. She wanted it as bad as I wanted it. Worse, probably. Degrading her own stature as a princess too good for me seemed to be something right up her alley, to my major benefit.

“Why not? Josh already apparently lets me fuck you, so why not in his bed?” I challenged.

“Because… it’s supposed to be for me and Josh. The bed will never be the same again, it will be ruined–” Kimberly stopped herself as she realized that the bed was not the only thing that was broken. She gave a small smirk, knowing her choice of words was… favorable.

“And Luna is waiting out by the pool besides…” Kimberly replied, but more resigned. Like she wanted me to make her decision. I was happy to do so.

“You want to fuck and make Josh’s sister wait? Want her to sit down there and wait while I creampie her brother’s wife?” I asked, pulling my boxers off and letting my hardening cock free.

“No, we shouldn’t,” she started, raising up on her elbows.

“I think you want it,” I replied. “We shouldn’t but we’re doing it anyway.”

I pushed her face down onto the mattress and pulled her boxers off of her, sliding them past her knees to the floor. Her ass was up and ready. I grabbed her hips and slowly pushed into her. She didn’t say anything, but her breath hitched. Like she was afraid to be heard. But I didn’t care about that. I slid all the way in and started thrusting in and out. Kimberly was as silent as she could, yet couldn’t help but gasp and whimper in pleasure.

“This is so wrong,” she whispered, her smushed face pushing back and forth against the mattress in rhythm with my thrusts.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear, “But you love it.”

I pulled her upright, and she leaned against me. She didn’t struggle and I continued thrusting. With how tight Kimberly’s pussy was, it was hard to fathom she was ever capable of taking me down her throat. I felt her squeeze and roll my foreskin with each thrust, even with how wet she was. I wrapped one arm around her, putting my other hand up to grab her hair. She looked at me, our eyes locked. Her mouth was open and her breathing was ragged, her breaths blowing wind in my face as I kept thrusting. I fucked her harder, gripping her hair and her tits. I felt my orgasm building and started moving in and out faster. But I wanted to do one more position before cumming.

I shoved her onto the bed, quickly turning her sideways. I then crawled up behind her to spoon her, guiding my cock into her moist mound, entering her from behind like this. I wasn’t able to give her full penetration like this right away, but Kimberly groaned out loud as I no doubt found even new spots to stretch to new limits, further ruining Josh’s wife.

“Shit, this is so good! You-you’re so fucking big-ugh,” Kimberly moaned.

“Fuck, and you’re tight! Josh not treating you right?” I growled, reaching across her and mauling her tits, essentially pressing her back into me more. I love how she arched her back when she was being pleasured, and especially feeling her writhing against me was wonderful. Soft moans and whimpers extruded from her mouth as she closed her eyes to take in the pleasure.

“You liking this? You want more?” I needed a response from here. “Better than Josh?!”

And she shortly after obliged. She grabbed my wrists as well as she could in this position and shrieked out, “Yes! Oh fuck yeah!” If it was a response to my question, or me railing her, didn’t matter.

I reached under her to grab her hips and pull her closer, going deeper into her. She gasped as I did, and her breathing became erratic. I started pumping into her with short bursts.

“Oh god, Toby, I’m gonna cum! Keep going! You’re stretching me so gooood!” Kimberly cried out.

I put both hands on her hips and began slamming into her, the bed hitting the wall repeatedly. There was no way Luna wouldn’t hear the thumping if she went into the lounge area.

“T-Toby!” Kimberly cried out again as the orgasm took her. “Not inside! Don’t cu- OH FUCK!”

I pushed into her one last time and I too felt the orgasm hit me, grunting and shooting my load deep into her, hilting into her over and over, cutting off whatever protest she wanted to pose. We stayed like that for a few moments, recovering. I was breathing heavily, happy the camera got this part, probably catching some wonderful moments. Like “This is so wrong,” and her groaning and whimpering as I had my way with her. I knew it would break the big oaf's heart.

“Holy shit,” Kimberly said, turning to look at me as she caught her breath.

I leaned forward and kissed her, pulling back and getting up off of her. She turned to look up at me as if reality was setting. Her eyes were flitting from the ceiling to my face and back.

“This was just sex, right? This doesn’t mean anything… got it?” she asked.

Saying that told me she put sex in her own bed on a pedestal, as I suspected. It made the fruit I had just plucked even juicer.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my mind slowly trailing toward the guest in the house.

It was time to get out of here to avoid any drama. I could juggle Josh and Kimberly, Luna would be one too many. I started dragging my sweatpants back on, not even bothering to put my boxers on. She could keep them, as I had kept so many of hers.

“I mean… you know,” she replied, pausing to think. “We’re just fucking each other, right? Nothing else,” she tried to clarify. I nodded. Was she wavering? Wondering?

“Just fucking,” I confirm to reassure her, turning to the door. “Nothing else.”

“Yet.”

“See you later, Toby,” Kimberly said, letting the small promise linger.

I knew of course I would do anything to make Kimberly fully mine. Over the next two weeks, we would build on what we had started. With time I wanted her to stop responding to ‘Josh’ even. Make her think he was ignoring her, and when he never heckled her; she’d see he was fading away as well as herself. I had plenty of such tricks up my sleeve, ready to be utilized at the right moments. Maybe she felt it more than she wanted to. At least she was curious enough to make reassurances.

Soon after I edited the whole recording, snipping it down to the most necessary parts. The part where she was in front of the bed with the yoga pants around her ankles. And especially the part where I was spooning her on the bed, making her admit how much better I was. I was starting to second guess if it was smart trying to play Josh like this. He had drawn a line. But if he just saw… just saw how important it was for his wife to get fucked… I said fuck it. The big oaf had it coming. He best get started on reconciling with the notion of his wife sleeping with me rather than him. Maybe we’d make the guest room a nice cozy home for him if we didn’t toss him the fuck out.

I hit send.

*

“No videos yet?” Josh wrote. I was drying my hair after a quick shower.

Fuck. I had totally forgotten. It all had happened so fast, and now I was heading out to our tennis court to occupy myself with playing tennis with Luna. I had made the date a week prior as a Toby deterrent when I still felt I needed it. But now the appointment was more or less a distraction from sleeping with Toby even more. Toby had recorded us before when he fucked me in our room, but I didn’t know whether he had sent it.

“Ill make some, I promise. g2g” I wrote, heading down to finally play tennis with Luna

“Where were you?” Luna asked as I descended the stairs. Annoyance was written all over her voice. Had she seen Toby come down?

“Sorry… erh, wardrobe malfunction,” I chuckled.

“What’s gotten on your dress there, darling?” Luna asked, pointing at my skirt. I looked down. An obvious dried-up stain was right there on my hip. Toby had spilled his cum onto my dress!

I immediately felt my whole body heat up. How would I even–

“Yeah, I had no real solution so I tried washing it. Probably a mix of bleach and sweat,” I chuckled, trying to mask my embarrassment. Fuck. Lesson learned, no more fucking Toby with guests in the house.

“Yeah well. I wanna get sunburned, so let's go play,” Luna said, not really paying attention. But I had to wonder how much she had caught up on… I was pretty loud…

*

I was worried, to say the least. Still was. I hadn’t heard a lot from Kim in the last few days, and most of what I heard was just stuff that didn’t even sound like her at all. I knew something was amiss, and I was dying to get out of this fucking quarantine to get home as soon as possible. I was worried sick, completely in the dark of what was going on outside my hotel room up in the Alps.

Then I received a message from Toby.

I half had forgotten about him, half expected the text to be his goodbyes as he left. His tenancy was over, so no reason for any further communications.

But no.

It was a video filmed from my nightstand of Toby bending my dear wife over the bed and railing her, then a cut to her getting passionately fucked by Toby in a sideways position. I damn near threw up as I saw the video. I heard the things she said too. How he was better and all that shit? I wanted to rip Toby’s head off and scream at Kim. How the fuck did this happen?

I guess I can be part of the blame. I had accepted so much… though… I mean, I didn’t mind a bit of fooling around, but full-on sex? In our bed? Without me nor my consent? That was way too much. And it wasn’t as much that it had happened, more the way it had happened. Me on the other side of the pond with no say if or when this was gonna happen. How had Kim ever consented to this?

I went through the stages. Grief, jealousy, rage. If Toby had stood in front of me as I watched the video the first time I think there is a good chance I would’ve broken his neck right on the spot.

I tried calling Kim, but it seemed like Toby had somehow managed to block my phone or whatever. After a bit of stewing, which I had a lot of time to do, I pieced together that he must’ve fucked it up somehow when we went to Nebraska and had forgotten my phone. The bastard probably nabbed it or something. It explained why she had been acting so strange in the SMSs lately. It probably wasn’t even her. Maybe it was some program, or Toby himself fucking with me. It also made me question how much Kim knew of this. Did she know how much I was out of the loop?

Did it matter? The deed was done, damage dealt and there was no way back! Toby had been inside my wife, knew what she felt like, and had probably done it a bunch already. How could he not? If Kim was willing… any man would rail her as much as possible.

Then there were the texts.

Toby was taunting me. He had sent me several messages attached to the video about how much Kim loved his cock, how they had fucked three times in a day, and shit. How she had made promises to keep doing it behind my back even when I got home… Then there was some with extra venom.

Toby seemed pretty confident that he would be able to impregnate Kim.

“She wants me bad. She lets me hit it anytime I want,” Toby wrote. I didn’t respond. I knew that would just stoke the fire and keep him going. But Toby went on regardless.

“Kimberly doesn’t mind me cumming inside her either, she loves it. So once she’s off the pill I’ll have no trouble getting your wife pregnant,” the next text read. “Not that she’ll be your wife again. She’ll be a whore for me.”

I wanted to reply but knew I couldn’t. My hands were shaking and I was getting dizzy. I was scared that Toby was telling the truth. The fact that Kim was out there having sex with Toby and making promises to do it again, that she wouldn’t even have my permission or knowledge? It was too much. What kind of lies had Toby poisoned her with?

“I don’t think she’ll resist. Not if I tell her that you were into it,” Toby wrote in the next text.

So that was how he did it? He made her think I was in on it… It didn’t soften the blow but it sure shifted the betrayal a bit. I knew Kim so well, so I knew there was no way she would go behind my back without thinking it was okay. Toby had fucking tricked her!

But Toby didn’t stop at one video. Later the same evening, Toby sent me a POV-styled video. The camera pointed at Kim’s concentrated face while she was blowing him. It looked like they were in our TV room again, giving the horrific scene a cozy feel.

“What kinda man lets his wife do this shit, anyway?” Toby said. Clearly, the video had started mid-conversation. Kim gave a small giggle.

“Come on now, Toby–”

The video cut to later. Toby was groaning behind camera while I was treated to the sight of my wife sucking his shaft with passion. The phone then went dark and I heard a loud gasp from Kim before the wet rhythmic sounds and moans of what was probably Toby once again fucking my wife once again. He had probably thrown the phone aside, leaving me to hear the audio theatre. I turned the shit off. I didn’t even wanna watch it. I had to. I wanted to see the resistance from Kim, but it was never there. Either Toby was cutting it away, or she was too deep into thinking I was in on it somehow.

Or perhaps she was getting too comfortable with Toby fucking her. The thought was unbearable. Kim submitting and succumbing to the desires of Toby? A guy who didn’t love her, but wanted to control her? Kim surely wasn’t so superficial. I knew she wasn’t, what am I even thinking about?

Huge and powerful, filthy rich with the best cars and a hot wife. Yet I felt so helpless. I felt my heart rip to pieces. It was both for my own betrayal, but to know my wife getting manipulated into this just shredded me. My wife. She wasn’t just my wife. We had known each other and had been best friends our entire lives. Everything we had experienced together.

All of it was poisoned by Toby. There was nothing that would take it all back. It had happened and it was in the process of happening.

I tried calling Luna, but I got no answer. I tried my uncle that I knew was in town on some plumbing business. I even called Zach. I slowly realized my phone was dead to the world. Toby had probably done some shit to it so I only communicated with his phone. That was the only sense I could make of it.

My only hope was the only card I had up my sleeve. I had tried calling Kim about it earlier before I knew my phone was fucked. The quarantine rules had changed. I was coming home much earlier than Toby probably expected.

*

After Luna left, I was feeling a bit awkward. Luna didn’t really press anything, nor did she give a hint if she knew. But she was a reminder of Josh. They were pretty different in both appearance and demeanor, but she was every bit alike at the same time. Athletic both of them, to say the least, Luna schooled me at tennis. But she was sort of pulling the curtains back a bit for me.

I was always fond of sex, but I was never an overly sexual person before Toby. I liked to chill with my games and hang with my friends, then get fucked real good by my husband whenever I needed it. So I was sort of happy that this was a timed arrangement, even if Toby wanted to keep it going despite Josh being back, and even going behind his back.

Neither would ever be the case, however, and we all knew Josh would likely put his foot down.  And all I had to do was give one word to Josh and he would rip Toby to shreds if he wanted to. So I knew I was safe in any such regard if Toby decided to push. Even if Toby had started picking up jiu-jitsu and boxing, along with his swimming, in the last few months; Josh had done all kinds of martial arts his whole life. Hell, even if you just looked at the physique of the two. One was six foot six and wider than the door, the other was perhaps as heavy but both shorter and just built differently.

I had in the end managed to make Toby promise not to cum inside me so much. It was a hard feat, but he had to relent if we were gonna keep having sex… god, keep having sex. Just saying it was so wrong. It was the only other cock I had ever tried, and probably the last, so as long as Josh was cool with it, I would take advantage.

But I was coming off the pill in a few days to time it for Josh, so I couldn’t keep risking it. A sensible person might say you could just stop fucking, but this was a one-time thing and I didn’t want it to go to waste. Once Josh was back it was likely over, no matter what Toby tried to convince himself of.

I had tried to reassure him that this was just a mutual transaction. I was having some extra marital fun, while Toby got to fuck a hot latina girl. Or at least, that was how I viewed it.

Still, I found myself sitting in our lounge area playing Mario Kart with Toby one day. Like I said, I’m not the most sexual person ever, despite what one might think. I need my games, my esport, my friends and all that. So Toby reluctantly joined in.

“Nintendo is for kids,” he mumbled, slumping down to my left, sitting in the two-seater with me.

“Pff, get outta here. I play it all the time, and I’m much older than you,” I said, checking my phone.

It had been a few days and I hadn’t heard anything from Josh. I had no idea if it was the reception or what it was, but Josh was always good at keeping in touch. But now, he had been sort of absent. He had shot me a few texts, but mostly single-letter responses until even those faded. Maybe Torino was experiencing some snowstorms? I mean it’s the middle of the summer, but up there there’s still snow so you never know.

“Yeah, whatever,” Toby said, grabbing one of the controllers.

“Luna won’t be such a sour puss once she moves in,” I teased him.

Toby didn’t respond, he just looked straight ahead at the screen, probably wanting the mandatory gaming session to be over with. He hadn’t even put on anything but a pair of dirty, gray sweatpants. His big gut resting on his thighs as he leaned back next to me. My eyes trailed to his crotch, but quickly pulled my eyes away. Gaming time, not fucking. Right.

We gamed for a little bit, but I couldn’t help but stop checking my phone. I hoped Josh would write something soon, as he hadn’t yet responded to my latest texts. I checked my latest text. Yep, it had been sent. I asked him what he ate, but no response so far.

“You’re distracted,” Toby mumbled, as I drove right off another edge on Rainbow Road.

I sighed and looked at him, “I’m just worried about Josh.”

Toby didn’t respond at first, just kept gaming. But after a bit he chimed up.

“He’ll be fine.”

“Yeah… but he’s my husband. I wanna know how he’s hanging.”

“Maybe he’s napping. I’d sleep all day if I was locked up with no games or anything,” Toby said, shrugging his shoulders. I guess that would make sense. I’d go nuts myself. Still, I wanted that small update to know he was still there, you know. “A girl wants her attention,” I chuckled, playing it of as I was overtly clingy or something.

Toby paused the game and put the controller away. "If he won't pay the attention you deserve, I’ll happily step in," Toby said, leaning back into the sofa, lowering his sight across my body.

I smiled weakly, “Thanks.”

Toby didn’t say anything, so I turned to place my hand on his knees. I don’t know why. And Toby didn’t even bother gaming properly, and I was  too distracted so… why not just get truly distracted? I saw his gaze follow my hand, his mouth slightly agape as I started massaging his knee, thigh, and stomach above his crotch.

“Sooo… how much attention do I deserve?” I asked Toby coyly. Toby smirked at that.

“That idiot shouldn't have left in the first place,” he said, "If he's not gonna give you what you need, then I will.”

“Mmm, I’d like that,” I said, turning to him. “But… remember, don’t cum inside me,” I added, knowing full well where this was leading.

“I’ll pull out,” he said, pulling me closer to him, his hand finding its way down my pants and into my crotch.

“Mmm, good,” I purred, as his fat fingers started massaging my clit.

“Good,” Toby echoed, his fingers now dipping lower and slipping into my folds.

I looked up at him, seeing the hungry determination in his eyes as he began pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy. This guy who had been my admirer since he walked into our house had now found himself knuckle deep into his prize. He had taken Josh’s place for the time being, being my sole lover until he came back. And Toby was getting so good. My toes curled as I felt him get into a rhythm, his thick digits hitting just the right spots. I just loved the mental image of me on my couch with some dude’s hand shoved into my panties, fingering me.

Toby didn’t really speak. Instead, he pulled me into a kiss, his tongue finding its way into my mouth as he fingered me. I couldn’t really recall if we had made out before, or done anything so intimate. I wasn’t sure what Toby thought, or if he had any hidden meaning behind it, but I chose to relish it, getting dominated by this creepy little fucker. I quickly darted my hand into his sweats and started stroking his cock.

“You’re so horny,” Toby panted against my lips, his hips bucking slightly to meed my hand.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned, throwing my head back, “I’m so fucking horny. I want you to fuck me,” I said.

“Say it again,” Toby said, thrusting his fingers into me with loud rhythmic slick noises.

“Fuck me,” I purred, barely moving my lips. Soon after his fingers slipped out of me and Toby shovedmy pants down, me quickly helping them off the rest of the way.

He grabbed my hips and lifted me into his lap, my legs on either side of his wide frame. I reached down and pulled my underwear aside, just enough to let his cock find its way into my pussy.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I flet his cock slip into me. I let out a loud gasp, feeling him bottoming out. I then grabbed his shoulders and started grinding on him for everything I was worth, feeling his cock throb inside my pussy.

“God, you’re so big, Toby,” I purred.

Toby just smirked. “Fuck your pussy feels so good. How’s Josh not hitting this every day?” he grunted, grabbing my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. Toby was so infatuated with me, I saw his eyes practically bulge as he squeezed my form.

“It’s ugh, not his fault… He’s not h-here!” I panted.

“Exactly, but I am!” Toby grunted. I just put a hand over his mouth and started working him hard in peace.

I rode him like that for a good while, taking my time with his cock, feeling him pushing my inner walls apart so good. Only Toby were able to go that deep, and I relished it. I leaned forward and kissed him, biting his lips and sucking on them. I felt his eagerness soon after as his finger found my tits, squeezing them and pulling lightly at my nipples.

“You’re flawless,” Toby groaned against my mouth. “I can’t believe Josh is ignoring you,” he added.

“Mmm, just shut uo and fuck me,” I said, sitting back up so I could ride him harder. My tits were soon bouncing in Toby’s face, which led to him taking a nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking it as he grabbed and played with the other.

“Maybe that bitch can’t take someone else fucking you better than he can,” Toby mumbled, his mouth stuffed with my right tit.

I moaned, biting my lips. I could feel my orgasm getting closer. I looked down at Toby and grabbed his hair. His hurtful words stung, and yet at the same time, they made me even hornier. But I could play along, if nothing else than to please Toby.

“Is that how you see it?” I asked, grinding his cock. “That I need a man?”

“Well, you’re married to one who doesn’t give you what you need, doesn’t respect you enough to let you sleep around, and is now busy on vacation,” Toby groaned, flicking his tongue around my nipple and areola, licking my tits thoroughly causing me to moan.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my pussy clenching around his cock as his words sunk in. Yes, it was out of Josh’s hand and I knew it was irrational, but deep down I did hold a little bit of a grudge for being left alone and now left in the dark. It made this infidelity all the more deserving, at least in the moment. I deserved to get laid, to get screwed, if Josh chose the silent treatment. If he didn’t like it, he shouldn’t have asked for it. I felt terrible for thinking like this, but also it gave me all the more reason to take my frustration out on Toby. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” I panted, my fingers digging into Toby's hair as he started moving his hips, thrusting his cock into me.

"Do it," Toby groaned, his own hips moving up into me. "Cum all over my cock. Show me you need this," he groaned, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me down on his cock.

I moaned loudly and started riding him harder, Toby meeting me halfway with each thrust, pushing deep inside me so hard his fat balls almost slapped up against my ass. My mind was a bit blank, but my body was reacting for me, the pleasure washing over as I felt myself orgasm.

“Ooooooh fuuuuuck!” I cried, my back arching, my fingers digging into Toby’s skull. “Oh god, fuck,” I moaned, my legs shaking as I felt him hold me steady and fuck me through as I came.

I panted as he lifted me off of him, flipping me around so I was on all fours.

“You’re my woman now, isn’t that right?” Toby grunted behind me, his cock pushing inside my pussy.

“Ooooh fuck yes!” I moaned, feeling him start fucking me harder.

“You want this cock to replace that idiot’s, right?” Toby asked through gritted teeth, railing me even harder.

“YES,” I shrieked. “Fuck yes!”

Toby started going even faster, his big balls fully slapping against my clit each time he slammed into me. I knew he was getting close, his grunts getting more and more urgent.

“Fuck,” Toby groaned, his thrusts getting more and more irregular. “Fuuuuuck.” His cock was ominously pulsating in me as he struggled to maintain a steady rhythm. My eyes shot wide as I understood what he’d do. Of course, he’d never pull out on his own.

“Don’t cum in me,” I panted.

“I-it’s fine, just a little-”

“I said don’t cum in me!” I barked.

Toby pulled out of me and I flipped around on the couch, seeing his cock throbbing before him, a few pearly strands of his cum spurting out onto my belly. I quickly wrapped my hands around his girth, pumping him and trying to get him to cum all over my chest. Toby groaned and threw his head back, his cum spurting all over my tits and stomach, some of it landing on my face. His cock still throbbing, I let him keep cumming, feeling his sperm coat my tits and stomach, pooling on the sofa.

“Shit,” Toby grunted, looking down at me, his cock still erect.

“See? Just like old times,” I purred, reminding us both of the times he solely came on me.

Toby smirked at that, running a hand through his matted, sweaty hair. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

I smiled up at him, running a finger through some of his cum.

“Mmm,” I purred, holding up my finger to Toby, showing him a bit of his cum. “Messyyy,” I said, licking it off.

Toby gave a smug grunt at that and smirked. “I’ll give you something messy,” he promised.

“Mmm, can’t wait,” I said sweetly, pulling him down on  top of me.

We started kissing, Toby pushing me down into the sofa. I could feel his cum on my stomach and tits, sliding into and staining the cushions. We didn’t care, we were too busy making out, his tongue finding its way into my mouth, dominating me at home court. We kept going at it for a bit, Toby’s hands roaming my body, yet careful not to touch any of his own goo. I was still worried about Josh, but Toby was being so good to me. I loved his big fat cock, I really did. So I let myself enjoy this a little more.

While I was definitely enjoying him, there was no chance I’d ever get hooked like some crazed slut, no matter how much Toby thought so or insisted. It was just the lack of recent closeness to Josh in conjunction with the hall pass that perhaps enhanced the eagerness to fuck Toby.

Eventually, I turned away from the kiss, checking my phone.

“Dang it,” I said. “Josh hasn’t even written me back yet. Do you think I should… y’know, call him?” I asked.

“No. I mean no, the reception would just make the call all messed up. If you even get through, which I doubt. I read somewhere up there it is hard get through,” Toby said with some urgency. “He’s fine. Just got stuck doing something, right? I mean, maybe he got a Switch and is gaming his brains out and hasn’t pulled back yet. I mean, cooped up like that and suddenly you get some entertainment? Or he’s sleeping to make time go faster. If nothing else, we’ll keep entertaining him with our videos. They seem to get through, don’t they?”

I looked at Toby. Maybe he was right. Or maybe I wanted him to be right. At least, his words were reassuring. Yeah, maybe Josh finally got around to getting some entertainment devices or whatever. As a hardcore gamer, I could relate.

“Or maybe… he can’t deal with it all. I mean, us. He’s letting his wife fuck another man while he’s gone. Maybe it’s sinking in,” Toby suggested.

I didn’t like the sound of that. Is Josh having second thoughts? I mean, what the hell, he asked me to! And it wasn’t like I could take any of it back. Toby had fucked me, he knew how what I felt like through and through. Why would Josh second guess this if he was so into it?

“And until he’s back, I’ll keep fucking you. Then we can deal with why he’s ditching you then,” Toby finalized.

“I don’t think he’s ditching me. I just think he’s a bit absent-minded. I guess I’m a bit irrational, he can’t help his situation… I just feel a little… neglected,” I answered.

“It’ll be fine,” Toby said, rolling onto his side next to me on the couch. “You have me. If Josh is too busy, I’ll give you the attention you deserve.”

I smiled at him and leaned my head against him. “Thanks… again, I guess,” I said in a low voice.

While the sentiment was sweet, Toby wasn’t Josh. I loved Josh more than anything. That is why I was why I wanted his attention, and for him to wanna give me his attention. And while Toby was trying to reassure me, I was now worried for Josh. He was alone over there dealing with a fantasy he perhaps regretted.

“Of course,” Toby said, awkwardly placing his hand on my head, playing with my hair a bit.

We both just sort of lay there, Toby stroking my hair as we both caught our breaths. “I need to get rinsed off…” I said after a bit, getting off the couch.

“See ya later alligator.”

Kim considers how every time they hang it ends in fucking. At least with Josh they could have fun without it always ending the same way. Maybe end the part on this?

*

I didn’t expect Kimberly to immediately put up such a facade when I tried cutting out Josh. All she would talk about was how he didn’t respond, how he was ignoring her. So I was slowly hatching a plan to a) introduce him in some smaller detail again, and b) how to mark Kimberly truly as mine. But for the latter to work, I had to maneuver the former in some way.

I wrote down in my notes that Kimberly needed some affirmation of Josh’s existence. And I needed to feign Josh’s enthusiasm for this next part of my journey. In the end, everything was coming together as planned, but I just had this bump in the road.

Talking about bumps… heh heh.

But I knew this would get me there. It was a two-fold plan, and I had to execute both parts well. First, the most logical part. I had to make sure ‘Josh’ was apologetic, but he wanted Kimberly to still play around with me. Maybe even more. Most likely way more.  Then I could perhaps double down on the whole ‘Josh ignoring her’ thing. For the next part, that would in fact be even more effective, especially now that I knew how she’d react to being ignored.

So I had to convince Kimberly that Josh wasn’t ditching her, that he in fact had just been a little busy, or whatever the fuck, and forgot. Forgot being a keyword, as girls hated being ‘forgotten’. Create a small redemption, but also give that little sting that he in fact had been ignoring her.

*

As if on cue, I finally got word from Josh. I was sitting in my bed, drying my hair finally corresponding with Josh. I didn’t even care anymore he had went dark for a bit, it was just relieving to know he was alright.

I read over the latest texts of me and Josh, happy that I could at least know he was still by my side.

Josh: Sorry, babe. Im not mad or anything. Just had to figure out the whole... thing. It's weird being stuck in here. Its just... been a bit of a trip.

Me: aw, hun. I'm sorry youre so lonely, I wish you were home

Josh: Itss fine. Youre being so good. How are things going over there?

Me: Well, Toby is doing his part……….

Josh: Mmhmmmmm…. How is he doing?

Me: Great! He’s gotten… quite… assertive lets say

Josh: Oh yeah? What has he done?

Me: The usual

Josh: The usual?

Me: Oh yeah

Josh: I bet ur loving being his rn

Me: Oh yeah. Yes I am.

Me: So Im good? We’re good?

Josh: Of course, hun. Its just that its weird being in over here.

Me: ur not…. Jealous or natyhgin????

Me: *anything

Josh: Nope.

Josh: Listen, sorry again about not responding and shit. I just got this new Switch. And I fell head over heels finally having some to do. I kinda forgot about the world for a sec

Me: Forgetting about me?

It was a tease, but I kinda wanted to punish ole Josh a little bit. Something that struck me as odd, though, was the lack of curse words and smilies. Josh was a smilie aficionado. He was probably typing fast, and sensing his own ‘fuck up’ for lack of a better term.

Josh: No no! Not at all! Just distracted is all

Me: Oh ok. Its ok.

Me: so im allowed to still be w toby, right?

Josh: Yes ofc, honey! I love the videos, keep ‘em coming.

Me: Cool. Please dont ignore me like that tho. But Ill let you get back to your games, I can only imagine how bored you are.

Josh: Heh heh, yeah. You know me, once I get stuck, its hard pulling me away.

Me: Yeye. Well, im glad ur okay.

Josh: Sure thing, hun.

I closed the messages feeling much better. He was still okay. He just got distracted by his Switch, like Toby had said, and probably the whole ordeal of being locked up. It still irked me that he wasn’t being the same, but I would of course forgive him. And maybe I was being a bit silly, I didn’t even know what kind of mental state he was in, being stuck in a hotel room. Quarantine is a bithc.

Still, it was relieving that he was fine.

I looked around the bedroom. I had a newfound energy after chatting with Josh, and it was a good feeling. Now I needed a distraction, a release, and since Josh was preoccupied, I knew exactly what to do.

I made my way to Toby’s lair, opening his door and walking in. He was sitting at his desk, his back towards me, working on some game he had briefly talked about. He heard me enter, however, and turned to look.

“Kimberly,” he greeted me, his face smirking deviously. “What’s up?”

I smiled and walked over to him. “I’m good… but I was thinking… I haven’t sent a video to Josh recently. You wanna help me make one I can send?”

Toby’s grin grew wider and he nodded.

“Sure,” he replied.

*