The New Tenant - Part 08

Thanks for the patience. I will make part 8 available for the King Penguins in a weeks time or so. Lit, idk. A month after the Penguins get at the least.

*

I just wanted to get the fuck outta this quarantine bullshit. The hotel staff had been nice prior to the lockdown, but during it, they were not helpful at all. I tried numerous times to get help in contacting home, in contacting Kim, but they either didn’t understand or didn’t want to. I called bullshit on all of it, as I impatiently paced my room.

The whole thing had me stressed. I wasn't the type to pace, but I was so sick of being cooped up in here. My thoughts went back and forth between the lockdown and Kim currently getting defiled by Toby. One part of me, deep down as I was stuck in my own hell, worried he'd succeed in stealing her. I had seen the videos.

“He hasn’t called yet? No response?” Toby would say after they’d fucked again.

“No,” Kim responded. Toby had made it so she thought I had broken off contact, ignoring her... it broke my heart seeing her think the worst of me. It filled me with rage as much as I wallowed in pain of seeing my wife in such a state.

“Maybe he can’t handle you getting something better,” Toby purred in Kim’s ears.

“But, why wouldn’t he tell me?” Kim’s voice sounded broken. It was hard to watch.

“Perhaps he has found someone else… get his own side thing…” Toby would mutter.

“No! No, he wouldn’t do that! Not like this!”

Toby would tell any lie, prod in any direction, to keep Kim second-guessing me. He told little lies while giving her obviously better treatment in the bedroom, skewing Kim’s perspective one whisper and thrust at a time. While I had the card of me getting home earlier, Toby used the time he thought he had utterly to his advantage.

From the first notice of what Toby was doing, I tried to find my laptop, as my phone was fucked anyway. The problem was, I soon realized I had left it down in Venezia as this was supposed to be a three-day non-work trip to the mountains. I spent too much time trying to convince the staff to get it shipped up to me but to no avail.

So the next thing I tried was to use my phone to create dummy email accounts, or accounts on any means of social media I knew Kim had. So that would’ve worked a few years ago, but as Kim had her broadcasting job as an e-sport analyst, she had some pretty intense filtering on all that stuff. I tried still, but I knew all of that went straight to the ether. The same went for her other socials, like Instagram, Discord, and whatnot, but again, Kim wasn’t about to accept DMs from some strange account.

I had tried my own account, but Kim’ didn’t have open DMs with me on any services anymore. Didn’t she notice that herself? Or perhaps she was too preoccupied… And as I tried all these things, the signal wasn’t the best up here so everything I tried went at a snail’s pace. It didn’t help that I had such a hard time focusing. The stress was pounding my head like never before, the anger and hurt clouded my brain with a pulsing fog that didn’t fully let up even in my clearest moments. It was hard to even make a coherent thought.

All this time, Toby kept trying to steal Kim’s affection. He told me how he would make her breakfast, give her foot massages, and whisper sweet nothing into her ear. I can’t explain it, but somehow I got erect whenever I saw those videos of him and my dear Kim. I didn’t like it, I hated it in fact, yet I felt myself getting aroused watching him and her over and over. After, shame and anger came with a vengeance, and I was left in a cycle. A cycle of desperately trying to contact Kim, watching the love of my life get fucked by Toby on video, followed by a fit or rage and despair.

After a moment of clarity, I tried contacting other people I knew in Courtington, but again, bad internet or cell service made it a slow and tedious torment. Pure SMS or calling seemed to be blocked on my phone, except with Toby, so I had to try socials with them as well. Luna had left my messages unread, as she rarely checked her socials anyway. And just as I almost resorted to contacting Zach or Amanda, I was free. The lockdown was over.

My Italian colleague saw the stress once we met in the lobby. I gave him a quick rundown that something was wrong at home and I needed to get there as soon as possible. He let me borrow his phone, and I called Kim.

*

“Oh shit, oh shit!” Kimberly groaned as I gave her my most dedicated thrusts.

“F-fuck, your pussy is amazing!” I said, slamming away. I didn’t know what made it better; the fact that it was Josh’s wife, or that it was the hottest Latina slut I’d ever seen.

“Ah, ah ngah!” Kimberly moaned.

"Yes, that's it! That's the face! You're so hot when you cum," I groaned in reply.

"Oh god! I'm cumming, Toby!" Kimberly whimpered.

I could feel her tighten around me as I continued my pace. It was exhilarating, the feeling of having such an intense sexual partner. Her legs locked behind my back, and she pulled me down, wanting me to be as deep as possible. I loved how she'd pull me down with her, and it made me feel so close to her.

"M-more! Faster!"

I could feel my own orgasm approaching as my balls began slapping against her ass. We were both covered in sweat, our bodies rubbing against each other. She had one hand gripping my ass, and the other was pulling my head closer, and she was kissing me. I could feel her tongue against mine, and the intensity of the kiss was mind-blowing. I felt her walls tighten even more, and with one final push, I erupted inside of her.

We laid there, in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. Kimberly was laying her head on my chest, and we were both trying to catch our breath. The sex had been so intense, so passionate, that I felt like my heart was going to explode.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice breathy and light.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed.

"I could go for another round," she said, a teasing tone in her voice.

"I don't think you could take it," I chuckled.

"You sure about that?" She asked, moving her hand down towards my semi-erect member.

"Kimberly, if you keep touching me, I'm not going to be able to resist."

"Good," she said, a mischievous grin on her face.

She began stroking my cock, and I could feel it hardening in her hand. Her touch was electric, and I could feel the pleasure building within me. She was looking up at me, her eyes filled with lust. She moved her head down and took my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. I moaned as she took my length, her mouth hot and wet.

"Jesus, Kimberly, you're so good at this," I groaned.

"Mmmm," she hummed, her mouth full of my cock.

"Keep doing that, and I'm not going to last long," I warned her.

She pulled away from me, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my cock.

"Well then, you'd better fuck me hard and fast, so we both get to cum again," she said, her voice low and sultry.

I flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, my cock sliding into her pussy. She gasped as I entered her, and I began pounding into her, my pace furious.

"Oh, god, yes! Fuck me, Toby!"

I smacked her ass, and she cried out in pleasure. I could feel her tighten around my cock as she reached another orgasm. I continued fucking her, my balls slapping against her clit.

"Tell me what I wanna hear!" I groaned.

"Oh god, yes! Yes, I'm your fucking slut! Your little whore!" Kimberly whined.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Toby! You!"

“We gonna fuck again?”

“Fuck yeah!”

"Good girl," I said, my cock throbbing. "I'm gonna cum again."

"Cum in me! Fill me with your seed!"

I thrust a few more times before erupting inside of her. My body was shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. We collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty mess of limbs.

"Holy shit," Kimberly said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"That was amazing. Again."

"I told you that you couldn't take it," I chuckled.

"Don't act so smug," she said, playfully slapping my chest, before bolting out of our bed. "I'm heading for a shower."

I gave her a nod, watching her petite naked ass dance across the room and out of view. Just as she disappeared into the bathroom, I heard a sound of a phone buzzing. I saw Kimberly's phone on her nightstand and it was vibrating with a call.

"Kimberly!" I shouted towards the shower, "You got a call."

"Who is it?" she shouted back, her voice muffled by the sound of water running.

I picked it up and saw some foreign call. My heart sank and dread washed over me. I didn't know, but I had quite a suspicion who that might be. Had Josh gotten hold of some other phone in his quarantine? I couldn't be sure, but I wasn't taking chances.

"Uh, I'm not sure," I replied and immediately dismissed the call, "but whoever it was, they hung up."

I went into settings and blocked any calls from foreign numbers. To be sure I also deleted the call from the log. Kimberly was a smart girl, and she could always re-enable the option, but hopefully, she would never even think of doing that for a while.

"Okay, thanks," her voice echoed from the bathroom.

I blocked Josh on Discord, and then just to be sure I uninstalled it. The same went for Facebook, Twitter, and the likes. When it was done, I felt a rush of relief wash over me. As I pulled up Instagram, I saw a message from Luna asking if everything was alright. Had Josh contacted her? I uninstalled Instagram. I guess I had to do something about Kimberly's phone so she wouldn't get suspicious. I could probably swipe her phone to install my little virus that would disable her ability to receive any incoming calls or messages from anyone but me. It was a stretch, but it would have to work.

As I thought all of this through, Kimberly emerged from the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her body, her hair still damp from the shower.

"So, what's the plan for the day?" she asked, a smile on her face.

"Hey, how about we go for a road trip? I was thinking perhaps we could roleplay the cheating wife sneaking off to a motel with devious intentions. Might be fitting, don't you think?" I suggested, cringing at the idea of something so corny.

"Really? Feeling adventurous?" Kimberly said with a wicked smile.

Really, no. I thought roleplaying was fucking weak, but I was scrambling to get us outta the house in case Luna stopped by. Or anyone else. I guess Josh getting through put the spook in me. I just needed time away from the house while I sorted this shit out.

"Yeah, come on. Get dressed, and get going. We can't be seen getting there at the same time," I said, giving her a convincing enough smile.

"Okay, okay," she replied and went through her closet.

"Oh, and one more thing, we should probably not check into a motel or anything under our own names. It would look fishy," I added.

"Good idea!" Kimberly said, eagerly. "Should we record it for Josh?"

"Yeah, that is a good idea," I said, stuffing the phone into my sweatpants, and dragging them on. "Find something secluded at least an hour away or more, then text me the address."

"Alright, I'll just find a nice inconspicuous attire," she said.

I didn't reply. I headed downstairs with her phone, installed the malware, and placed it so she would find the phone easily. It was a short-term solution but I thought it bought me time if we had a few days away from the house. Soon I heard Kimberly come downstairs, putting her purse on the counter.

"I'm ready to head out. Remember to call an Uber so not two of our cars are out there, then," Kimberly said with a playful smile.

"Good call," I replied.

Kimberly blew me a kiss and headed out the door. I watched her sexy little ass walk towards her car, the engine soon after roared, and she drove off. I then headed for the kitchen, where my phone was. It was a bit premature, but the next phases of my plan had to be initiated.

*

I never knew Toby would be this adventurous, but here I was, pulling up at a motel to play the cheating slut wife for him. I guess I wasn’t exactly playing it, though I didn’t consider it cheating. After all, I had my husband’s trust and consent… though it did bother me how he was ghosting me as of late. I knew guilt and shame perhaps could become overwhelming at part, but Josh had been so insistent on going through with the whole ordeal. The distraction of this excursion was much welcomed.

Speak of the devil. As I sprawled on the motel bed, dicking around on my phone, I actually got a text from Josh!

“Hey babe. Sorry Ive been a bit out of it. ‘Prison’ is rough out here,” he wrote.

“Finally! ive missed u. hope ur well. Totally understand,” I responded eagerly, desperate to communicate with my dear husband again. “Just glad ur okay.”

“Again, sorry. Just distracted. How is it with you and Toby?” Josh wrote.

I scuffed a bit at that. Was Josh’s brain immediately going there? Days without a word and that was what he wanted to know? And what was with the static, generic messages? It was like he responded out of duty. I shoved it all aside. I knew Josh wasn’t having the greatest of times being locked in some hotel room.

“He’s alright. Cant wait until ur home tho,” I wrote, deciding to soften the blow a bit.

“Knocked up yet?” Josh wrote almost before I had hit send.

While Josh had been acting strange over text lately, this was just up the playful tune I’d see from him. I think. His text made me smirk, and I guess the implication was sort of making me horny too. God damn it, Josh. He knew how to push his ole lady.

After thinking a bit about what to write, I replied, “u really want that, huh, u naughty man.” It was sort of to dismiss the idea, but I guess a horny part of my brain told me to play naughty a bit too.

Josh replied. “Doesnt hurt to try.” I had to chuckle at that and wrote back, “certainly doesnt.”

So he didn't mind me and Toby sleeping together. Good to know. Also, it was nice to see he was able to joke around with it. It was our one time acting out, and I had some plans on how Josh would get back at me, so I was glad he was fully onboard.

I didn’t really get a response after that, though, so I started scrolling treehouse building videos on YouTube instead, catching up on my bushcraft rabbit hole I had dipped my toe in a while back. But then my phone pinged again.

“gonna do it?” he wrote, avoiding the specifics of ‘it’.

I rolled my eyes, not really buying it. Was Josh really pushing this? Or was he just playing with me so I would go fuck Toby again so he could get himself another video? I best put a stop to this before any of us got any ideas. Or started playing with something we would regret. This was way too big after all.

“There is no way. I’m not gonna go off the pill, and if i was im not gonna let him cum inside, and that’s it,” I wrote, hoping that was the end of it.

I guess that wasn’t the case, because the phone pinged with another message, “But ur okay without protection then? Ive heard its supposed to be even better.”

That was just a shit argument from my point of view. So my reply was immediate. “Not funny.” Though I had to release a small pent up sigh. Josh pushing me into a corner started to get me going here as I sat waiting for my ‘lover’. The timing of Josh’s lusting texts couldn’t have come at a better time. Or worse, depending on how you saw it.

“Its not a joke. Im serious.”

My heart was pounding by now. A small burn was searing through as I read and re-read Josh’s reply. I didn’t think I read it right the first time. The fact that he was so serious about this was just blowing my mind. Was he just fucking with me? But why would he joke about a thing like that, knowing what Toby and I had been doing?

“Ur being stupid,” I wrote finally, slightly trembling as I wrote.

I wanted him to be joking, but some buried part of me wanted it too. Feel Toby empty himself inside me while unprotected… there was something so primal about to be taken like that. The danger only made it so more devious.

“Im serious. He fucked you raw already.”

“...”

“And youre okay with him fucking you raw? And off the pill? I bet it would be really good.”

Damn, Josh was really pushing hard for this. He was really insistent.

“Whats the harm in letting him cum inside you? I know you like his big cock. I bet it would feel good to feel him cum inside you again, feel his warmth deep inside you, to feel his cum squirt inside you.”

“So which one is it then? Is he cumming in me or am I off the pill?” I teased back. Josh had to understand it was one or the other.

“why not both?” Josh wrote back.

“Ur joking,” I replied. I knew Josh was just trying to rile me up, and he would never actually let me take that chance. “Aren’t we rushing a few things here?”

“Whats fun if not some irresponsible, unhinged sex?”

“Dont tempt me, Josh,” I replied, hoping it came across as stern… probably not if Josh was thinking with the wrong head…

There was no way this was going down, so I decided to call his bluff, “gonna flush the pills out in 15 minutes unless u say something. Then Im gonna find Toby and let him spend the next few nights inside me. As much as he wants.”

That should seal the deal. I even looked at the clock and set a timer and tried to go back to scrolling. I was too distracted, however. I kept checking the timer and my phone. No reply ever came from Josh. I even waited past the initial fifteen minutes. Finally, I had to relent. I looked at the phone and texted Josh, “Well? Im waiting…”

I didn’t get a reply from Josh. After five more minutes, I stood up. I hadn’t taken the pill today, so by tomorrow or the day after it would be really dangerous. Was Josh truly letting this happen? Was I? Would I really let Toby do this? Cum in me while I was off the pill? Not that I thought Toby would pull out anyway, but to fuck him off the pill… I guess I had heard the same, and I was curious enough to find out. And the danger of getting fucked by someone I knew was not likely to pull out… The thrill of doing something even more pleasurable was exciting alone, but the danger of it added a small extra spice. And Josh seemed to want it badly too. It was such a primal urge.

I was both nervous and excited at the prospect of going to Toby with the purpose of getting knocked up. Or maybe that wasn’t the sole purpose, but it was certainly a dangerous possibility within the next few days.

I made my way down to the motel bathroom where I had my pills. Microgynon. Small, but so important. Would I really flush them?

My hand trembled slightly, as I held the small container in my hands. Did I dare? But if Josh was so willing, it wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it? To experience a new thrill, with a lover and my husband's blessing. And it would be a real one too, not just a false scare. Plus, Josh and I were gonna try anyway, so I was getting off of 'em soon anyway.

But no. Not yet. Not at all. One of us had to be rational here. I didn’t want it to be something Josh pushed for over text, and certainly not while he was no doubt jerking off. He’d have to have a clear mind talking about such serious matters. So I shoved the pills in my bag, unconvinced to flush ‘em.

*

I was pacing back and forth in my hotel room. I was so fucking impatient to get a hold of Kim, or anyone really. The time zones made it difficult. I had tried calling Kim several times, but it never got through. As I landed in New York, I finally got through again, but it was dismissed.

"What the fuck!" I muttered frustrated as I speed-walked to the gate.

Then I saw my phone buzz up. I was getting a call. On the display, I saw the name Toby. Not what I expected. What the fuck did he want? My heart sunk at the thought of him pushing her even farther, of talking with this fuck, but I took the phone regardless. Maybe I could fish for information or something. Hearing him would let me know where his state of mind was.

"Hello, Toby." I couldn't hide the venom dripping in my voice.

"Well well if it isn't good ole Josh. How is the wonderful land of Italy?"

"Hah, wouldn't you like to know?" I played it cool. He hadn't realized I was back in the US yet. I still had the advantage.

"So, what is with the call? I gotta say it was rather surprising," I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I just wanted to let you know that you've reached a dead end," Toby chuckled on the other end. "Stop contacting Kimberly, or any other. You need to stay clear and let Kimberly fall for me."

"The fuck I will," I said through gritted teeth as my anger overcame me for an instant. I moved away from the other people at the gate, not that there were that many anyway.

"The fuck you won't," Toby retorted, the humor gone from his tone. "Don't make me post the videos I have of your loving wife fucking my fat cock, and giving herself for me to use. I’ll show the whole world how the hot little latina wife enjoys cheating on her big shot business man husband. It’ll be a banger, I’m sure."

"You wouldn't dare!" I said through clenched teeth.

"Watch me," Toby threatened. I wanted to hit back, but I just listened to what he would say. He sounded much more confident in himself, and I guess it was fucking justified.

"She's going to love me, and forget you. There is nothing you can do about it. You have been found absent, and I, on the other hand, will step up and make her happier than you will ever do."

"Fuck you, Toby. The truth will always come out," I responded, determined.

Dread sank over me like an anvil dropped to the depths. I knew he had the upper hand. Of course, he had all those videos, and I doubted it was beneath that fucking psycho to post them if it came to that. So now he had control over my wife and her reputation, but I also knew I had a trump card. His upper hand was just temporary.

I almost wanted to snark a witty comeback, but I knew if he posted the videos, Kim's life would be shattered, if not mine too. Not only her naked body, but her fucking another man? The shame and humiliation would ruin us both. Our families, our business… we’d never live it down.

"Stay the fuck away from my wife," I said coldly instead. I had little else.

"I don't think so, Josh. She's mine. I won. Don't make a bigger fool of yourself than you already did," Toby said. The self-important tone and the smugness seeped through, as he clearly enjoyed the moment. "I make her feel good, something you obviously couldn't."

"I won't let you-"

"You don't have a say in the matter, Josh. Don't contact her, and don't contact me. Just fade away and let me have her. Better just forget the bitch even existed. I’m scrambling your phone after I’ve-"

Then, he just ended the call. I stood there, the phone in my hand. I was seething in rage and shock, my blood boiling. I hadn't thought of the consequences before in such a grand scale. Now he had Kim and he was mocking me on the fucking phone. And said phone seemed to be even further fucked as my screen locked and wouldn’t open again.

"Gate seven for flight eight fifty-five." An announcement ripped me from the stupor. "Please get ready for boarding."

"Fuck," I uttered as I saw the time. That was my flight and I still had some check-in. This fucking fuck! Why was I standing here, acting like a damn puppet on his string?

I marched to the gate, determined to use the only card I had left. I hadn't wanted to go this far, and for a second, the fear that had started the whole ball rolling rose to the forefront. I had feared her defiling, had feared the fact that she seemed to prefer someone else. I just hoped that telling the truth and showing the evidence would be enough. It was hard to gauge Kim's state of mind, as I only had seen her through videos where she slept with Toby and texts. But I knew once the pretense was rectified, it would be over for Toby’s little game.

*

“What’s up?” Toby asked, slightly flustered, as he came through the door.

I was already on the bed ready for him in nothing but a lacy bra and a red thong when he finally stepped into the small motel room I had booked on the second floor, facing away from the main parking lot.

His eyes immediately darted down my body. He always looked at me like that, as if he wanted to devour me. I fluttered inside knowing how much he desired to be inside my body. Always ready to give his lady a good dicking.

“Oh, I just got an interesting text from Josh,” I told him.

“Oh yeah?” Toby said, collecting himself.

I nodded, “yeah, apparently, he thinks I should let you cum inside me and get me pregnant.”

Toby raised an eyebrow, “he does?”

“Yeah, he does. So what do you think about that? Wanna pump momma full of sticky cum?” I asked, not believing the words coming out of my mouth. “Not that you wouldn’t anyway.”

Toby once again trailed his dark eyes up and down my body. Inspecting everything about my curves. I could see the hunger in his eyes and it made my own lust increase, feeling my body warm up under his hungry stare.

“You know my answer,” Toby said, slowly.

I made a sharp breath in nervous excitement. Even through his pants, I could see he was fully erect. I bit my lip in anticipation as he started to make his way towards the bed.

“I’m so fucking horny, Toby. I need you so bad,” I said, almost trembling.

Why was I so much hornier now than before? I couldn’t help but be enthralled by this big dicked dude who should be way below what status most people gave me. This guy, Toby, the fat dork who was getting kicked out of our annex with a slight crush on his landlady was getting all he ever wanted. Maybe that is why I had the constant urge to reiterate to him that this was just sex.

“Good,” Toby answered, keeping it short and effective.

“C’mere and fuck me. Help me cheat on my husband,” I whispered, already having set up my own phone to record.

He came up to me, and I lay back on the bed, spreading my willing legs, exposing my clothed pussy for him. He stepped to the floor right between my splayed legs and pulled down his pants. His huge, throbbing cock sprung free. He was so hard, his cock was pulsing and dripping with precum already, and his balls were so heavy they were almost swaying. He was always so ready for me.

“Pff, what kinda man lets his wife sleep with another man like this?” Toby said, looking down at my panties, before meeting my eyes, “Right?”

I nodded. Not in agreement, but for him to go ahead, “I’m your horny momma who needs to get fucked, please.”

“What about daddy?” Toby asked.

“Don’t worry about that. I just need you. Just me and you, Toby.”

I saw his cock throb even harder when I said his name. He liked being upped as the big man, didn’t he?

“Okay. Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to pull your panties aside and then I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to cum with my big cock inside you, better than you’ve ever with Josh, and then I’m gonna cum in you again. After, you’ll clean my cock so we can finally make one of those videos for your husband with you role-playing as the cheating slut you are. But now I need you for myself. Is that clear?”

I nodded eagerly, dying for Toby to get to work, “Yes, sir.” His commanding nature made me throb for him. I needed to be dominated badly.

“Good.”

Toby then hooked a thumb on the inside of my panties and shoved them aside while he settled himself between my legs. He positioned his cock at my entrance. Still standing on the floor he would have such easy leverage to pump me full.

I felt the big head of his cock at my entrance. I was waiting for him to fuck me, but he held firm. What was he doing? Why all the teasing? We had already teased for months, so no need for it now.

“Beg me to fuck you,” Toby demanded.

“Please fuck me with your big cock, Toby,” I pleaded.

“Fuck what?” Toby asked.

“Your big, fat cock, please fuck me with it. Please put your big fat cock in my little pussy, please! Teach this slut who’s the man in the house!”

Toby slid the tip of his cock inside me, and I sharply moaned out loud. My mind exploded with pleasure. His cock just felt so good. It filled me up like nothing else and stretched me out every time. But Toby still wouldn’t fuck, he just slid himself in and held there. My body screamed to get fucked.

“More, fuck me more with your big cock, please! Wreck me! Rip me apart!”

Toby thrust his cock into me with one single push, and I could finally moan satisfyingly. Toby then started slowly massaging my insides with hog, making my body sing and my mind see stars. I wanted him to pound me, but Toby kept teasing me with slow, precise thrusts. I moaned in pained pleasure, but the fire within me was undeniable.

“You’re so wet. You’re gonna cum already,” Toby said. And it was true. My body sang to his tunes with such ease.

“I can’t help it, you feel so good!” I whimpered.

“Yeah?”

“Oh fuck, yeah! I love the way your cock feels in me! I’m so full. I’ve never been fucked so good!” I continued.

Toby began fucking me with an increased steady rhythm. I could hear and feel his balls slap against my ass with every thrust. I felt myself gush around his girth with each thrust. Fuck I even heard it! I was so wet! Toby had me so wet it was unbelievable.

“You’re so fucking big, Toby,” I moaned.

“Bigger than Josh?” Toby loved the affirmation, and I was happy to give it to him.

“Yes! I’m sorry, but I just love how big your cock is,” I chanted for my bastard lover.

“You love it?” Toby asked, starting to pump me with earnestness. “Bigger and better?”

“Yes, I love it! I love the way it feels in my pussy, and I love the way it feels when I suck you off!”

“You want me to continue fucking you with it, don’t you?” Toby gasped.

“Yes! Forever and ever! YES YES! Right the-there UGH! Fuck my slutty pussy! Take it, take it! Ruin me! OH FUCK!”

Toby smirked as he continued his assault on my body. He never relented as he fucked me through my orgasm. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pounding cock inside me.

“I like the way you beg. Now, I’m going to cum in you and start the process of making you my pregnant little slut. No more talk.”

Toby bent down and locked his lips on me, pushing me hard, and shoving me further up the bed. Soon he was fully on top of me, repeatedly pushing his fat hog into my very depths. My hands went to his waist and I pulled him closer and deeper, trying to make him cum faster. I wanted a second round as soon as possible.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Toby groaned into my mouth.

“Do it. Please. Cum inside me, Toby. Cum inside my pussy.”

“H-how far in?” Toby panted.

“All the way. I wanna feel it in me!”

Toby pushed himself deeper inside me until I felt his balls pressed hard against my ass. He gave one short final thrust, and I felt his cock expand to an even bigger size. With one giant pulse, he started releasing his load. With small thrusts, he ensured as much as possible went as deep as possible within me. I could feel his cock throb as his cum spurted deep inside me. His warmth spread through me, and another orgasm ripped through me.

“Fuck, you’re still cumming,” I moaned.

“Yeah, i-it’s gonna take a minute. You’re draining me, Kimberly,” Toby said, filling his clenching fist with one of my breasts and the sheets in his other.

I could still feel Toby’s wild pulses within me. I couldn’t help but think what it would be like when the effects of the pills weren’t there anymore. I couldn’t help but become even more aroused, and I had to wonder what would happen when I got off. I had to wonder if my little talk earlier made Toby think I was unprotected already? But that was just dirty talk. Still, Toby came so much and so deep I knew my little body stood no chance.

“You feel so good. I love how your cock feels inside me,” I moaned.

“Oh yeah? It feels better than Josh’s? Even, ugh, even post-orgasm?” Toby asked, wanting his ego stroked further.

“Uh-huh,” I admitted.

“You like it better?” Toby asked again.

“So much better,” I replied.

“Good,” Toby grunted.

I felt Toby’s cock started to soften a bit, but even now he was still filling me up. Toby slowly pulled out, and I immediately felt his cum spill out of me. I was still so horny, enhanced by feeling wet trickle down to my ass. I was dripping with his cum. Toby rolled off of me and collapsed on the bed beside me. I immediately got up on my knees and started licking his cock, cleaning his cock like a dutiful wife. I want it nice and wet for more.

In the corner of my eyes, I could see Toby grab his phone, and as promised he pointed the camera directly at my face and hit record. He let the camera roll for a moment before speaking up.

“What did we just do?” Toby asked.

I hesitated for a moment. Did I really want to say it on camera? I mean… well fuck it. We were now entering the roleplay part of our excursion, though I had already played it up for my own camera. I don’t know, maybe we could splice the footage later for a real nice video with multiple angles.

“We just fucked. It was so good, and then you came in me so deep,” I admitted.

“Do you like cheating on your husband with this big dick?”

I didn’t really consider me cheating, but I did like to get fucked by Toby without question. So the answer was, “Yes.”

“Did we just sneak off to a motel so you could fuck me instead of your husband, little cheating slut?” Toby asked.

“Yes!”

“You gonna be an obedient wife and lap up and service this cock?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good slut. Now clean my cock. I need some rest after. I have a cheating wife I need to teach a lesson for sneaking off on her husband,” Toby teased, causing me to smirk up at him before I continued to service him.

And that was just the start. Over the next coming day, Toby and I would do it in so many ways, and with little else to do we spent most of our time at that motel wrapped up in each other. On the carpet, in the shower, in our bed of course. Everywhere. It was fucking amazing. It was amazing just how good sex could be with just a bit bigger size and girth. Or a lot, in Toby's case. And he was so virile, able to go again and again.

Toby would occasionally say stuff to me about Josh, but I tried to not jump on that train too much. Sometimes I'd say shit just to get Toby off, though, and he especially loved it on camera. Toby could just fuck the living daylights out of me, so I was kinda just falling into his pace.

It also came with a particular element of taboo. I was supposed to be loyal to my husband, and here I was cheating on him with our tenant at some sleazy motel, a guy who shouldn't be anywhere near me by society's norms. I loved Josh, but my pussy sure enjoyed the shit out of Toby's cock.

But in the end, we had to get back to the house already the next day. Something was fucked about my phone and I probably had to get a new one.

“It’s just some update, probably,” Toby said as I drove us home. “I could take a look at it if you want.”

“Nah, it’s been shit for a while, but lately, it’s like, what the fuck. I’ll probably just get a new one,” I chuckled in reply.

*

It was like the walls were closing in. Josh had breached out from the iron curtain so it was a matter of time until he got a hold of some other means of contacting Kimberly. I had to make my time as splendid as possible, as I had done in the motel room. She seemed delighted to find her sexual being at my behest, and I was sure for each load I dropped inside her that my mission was closer to succeeding.

By my calculations, there was still some time until Josh was back, so if I managed to keep Kimberly away from any social devices I would be good… The whole situation felt like I was defusing a bomb. Any friction, any sudden wrong moves, and it all would come crumbling down. I was almost surprised what Kimberly was willing to accept, though. How easy of a prey was she? Though I guess I couldn’t fault her, as she had no reason to suspect anything was amiss.

Maybe she wanted to believe more than she wanted to know. Josh had always been there to help her make the faithful decisions, but with that nonsense out of the way the true ambitions of Kimberly came out. Essentially, I was winning her over against Josh’s wishes, and there was nothing he could do about it. Her true nature was in full fruition.  The thought of stealing his prized wife, him being powerless to stop me, was something I relished. So what if the walls were closing in? As far as I saw it, with the last phase in motion, I had already won.

If the damage hadn’t already been done already, it would surely fester within the next few days, especially as I didn’t plan on Kimberly hearing anymore from Josh throughout. Close him out, and wrap her in.

*

It is weird how dependent on phones we are in the modern age. Or perhaps it is not weird at all, and it just goes to show how helpless we were without it. I couldn’t get a single uber flagged down, even the few that I found didn’t seem willing to take me on. In the end one guy drove me to a rental, as it was closeby anyway. I handed him way too much money for his trouble. Luckily the nearest rental was a guy I knew, and my credit cards still worked.

Maybe I could’ve been more careful. As soon as I drove off I sped away twice the legal speed limit. I didn’t even get out of Indianapolis before I was pulled over and booked. I nodded and was quite impatient, causing the cop to land my ass in jail just for the fuck of it. The moment I rolled down the window I should’ve known where it was going. The already bored look on his face was a tell-tale sign I was about to get fucked with.

I paced the cell all night, doing push ups, being a general nuisance to my jailmates, but I didn’t give a fuck. If any of them wanted to relieve me of my pent-up rage? Be my guest, I’d have plenty in store for Toby regardless.

The next morning I picked up my shit, immediately taking out my phone to see if Toby had sent anything. The first thing I saw was a text from that little fucker. “Have fun in Italy. Ill have fun in your wife.” The phone worked again, though. Did the little fuck turn on and off my phones functionalities at his own leisure as some part of a sick joke?

I received a small gallery of pictures. The fucker had probably put his phone on a timer or something, with how the pics came from the same angle. He probably took a bunch and hand-picked the best ones to humiliate me. It was from the tv table in the lounge area, facing the two of them, each with a Switch controller. Kim seemed to have a great time, while Toby was more focused. Then I saw Toby turn and say something in one of the pictures.

In the very next picture, Kim was on her knees with her head in Toby’s lap. A few more pictures showed Kim's head going up and down before the pictures changed the angle to Toby's POV. She was staring at the camera one moment, tongue out on Toby's cock, the very next she had her eyes closed with her face completely covered with his thick glaze-like cum. He had truly given her a big warm shower with his cum. She looked so filthy yet so happy. I saw her smile beneath the white, gooey mess. If only this was as far as it went…

There were two final pictures demonstrating her swallowing the rest of his cum, one showing Toby’s load in her mouth, then the next showing her holding her mouth open to show how there was nothing left.

I had seen her act like this before, but with the betrayal looming it just hit me differently to see Kim like this. It felt like a kick to the gut. I opened the video he had sent too. I guess I shouldn’t, as I had more than enough fuel, but some depraved part of me just had to see for myself.

The camera appeared to be on the nightstand, filming the two of them at an angle. I got a view I had seen way too many times by now, Toby on top of Kim, thrusting down into her. His face was close to hers, but the angle didn't let me see what was going on. The sounds were enough, as I could hear them kiss and moan. She was making soft moans, which he stifled with his kisses. He suddenly leaned up and lifted her legs up, pushing into her from a new angle.

The view changed and now I could see her more. Toby had probably moved the camera to the bed. Her hands were wrapped around his head, pulling him to her in a desperate, needful kiss. He pulled back and pushed into her faster. She arched her back, digging her nails into his shoulders. She made another moan as she arched her back, holding onto him as she orgasmed. He thrust a few more times before he slowed down to smaller thrusts.

“You haven’t heard from him yet?” Toby asked softly. Yeah, the bastard knew when to pick his timing. Fucking piece of shit. I damn near punched the wall as I heard him even ask that question.

“No, it’s -ugh, it’s weird. I’m starting to worry he’s having second thoughts again,” Kim said, looking up at Toby in a slight worry.

Toby in response started to push into her harder, making her squeal as he hit just the right spot. She pulled him into another kiss and they went at it again.

“But you are not?” Toby asked.

“Agh, no… Ugh,” Kim moaned. “Not right now.”

“Bigger man wins?” Toby asked.

“F-fuck yeah keep fucking me, Toby!” Kim said, moaning louder, gripping the sheets under her. Toby stopped, however, emanating annoyed groans from Kim.

Toby flipped her over into doggy-style, entered her, and started to hump into her from behind. Kim was moaning again, pushing her hips back at him, as if trying to get him to go faster. I was breathing hard. The whole situation was driving me crazy with rage. Hearing how she moaned his name and moaned in pleasure as he fucked her. On the video, I could see her head was turned, her face looking up at the camera as she smiled, panting, with her eyes closed. She was in utter delight, loving what was happening, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it. Too deep into Toby’s manipulation to see what was truly going on.

"You're-fucking-me-so-hard!" Kim groaned in unison with Toby's endless thrusts.

The video ended and I had to sit down. I was shaking. I was so furious and so hurt that I almost snapped my phone in half. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing, even if I had plenty of evidence of Kim’s defiling.

“Mission accomplished. See you next week,” was all that he wrote in his text. That little shit was getting way too confident. I sat in a new rental after a night in jail. Stalled, but not stopped.

The drive to Courtington was one hour or so for anyone in a sane state of mind. I wasn’t though, undeterred by having already been caught speeding. I knew all that had happened couldn’t be taken back, but I wanted to rush down there fast still. I needed to tell Kim everything that was going on. She had to know this was all a ploy to steal her away from me.

I pulled up into our mansion, and waited for the gate to open. About 30 seconds later I was slamming the breaks before our door and another 30 seconds and I was inside heading down the hallway. I stopped to hear where they were. Nothing. Not a peep. I walked into the kitchen. It was an utter mess, dishes and shit everywhere, but no Kim, no Toby.

I bolted up the stairs checking every room, finding no one. The office, the guest rooms, and Kim and I’s room. When I looked at our bed, the sheets an utter mess, I couldn’t help but get flashes of all the nasty debauchery that had taken place right there. Fucking Toby. Tricking his way into my marital bed. It was as if I could hear the echoes of Kim screaming his name against the walls.

I guess in some way it should have been a given. I was thinking back to that scenario on the couch before I left, everything that had happened prior. It was obvious that Kim wanted it, and the only thing that had held her back was me, and her dedication to me. Thinking that was up in the air with the mix of a ‘green card’ made her more susceptible to believe a scenario that would lead to Toby inside of her.

I stood out by the pool, staring blankly at the water when I heard the front door creak open, some low voices. I turned in time to see Kim ascend the stairs, Toby making his way towards the kitchen. He didn’t look any different, perhaps a bit tired. I slowly went to the door as I saw the fat fuck find two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine of such quality well above what he was worth.

As he turned to no doubt join Kim in our bedroom he saw me. Silhouette against the night sky stood the six foot six, two hundred and fifteen pounds of angry husband whose wife he had slept with. I had never seen a man grow pale so fast. The sound of shattering glasses broke the silence as Toby dropped everything he had in his hands.

“Hey there, Toby,” I said coldly. It was probably the last comprehensive words I’d utter this evening as I felt my pulse grow wilder with each passing second.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Toby started, but I could hear the utter fear in his voice. Whatever he had planned, this was not part of it. I saw him scramble for some clever words to manipulate the situation even further.

I took one step towards him and Toby nearly shat himself. He sharply drew his breath. I enjoyed that. Seeing him realize just who he had been fucking with. Who he just had double-crossed. I took one more step, Toby backing away into the kitchen aisle. He held out his hand defensively.

“Wait, you don’t wanna do this!” Toby hissed, as if he didn’t want Kim to hear.

“I don’t?” I laughed, circling to Toby’s left, blocking his escape.

“I- I-” Toby stuttered. “I have it all on v-video!”

I stopped. Of course he did, he had sent me all of it. It didn’t matter, not in the context of what I was about to do to Toby.

“Don’t you think I know?!” I said through gritted teeth.

“I- I have created… I made it so it gets sent to everyone… if I don’t do a login,” Toby continued, backing away from the aisle and toward the fridge. I drew my hand back and slapped Toby so hard he stumbled right back into said fridge.

“Deactivate it,” I said. “I’ll break your fucking neck if you don’t.”

“I- I re-refuse,” Toby said. I grabbed his collar, reeled back, ready to give him my full closed fist. “DON’T slap me again,” he then warned. I hesitated.

“Think what it will mean… To you, your company… to Kimberly,” Toby said. I saw he was scrambling, but he was right. I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Deactivate it,” I said again, trying to sound calmer. I saw my own revenge slipping through my fingers.

He scoffed, "Oh yeah? Why should I?" He regained his confidence for a split moment and used my shock to try and twist the situation to his advantage once again.

"Do it… Don’t post the… the stuff" I said, but even I heard how unconvincing I was.

All the texts, the videos... everything that was said. I couldn't risk it all going public. I was sure he was bluffing, but how sure could I really be? He had no way of knowing I’d be here so soon, so I was certain he was bluffing about the logging in stuff… right?

"Toby?" Kim called from the top of the stairs. "You coming?"

Toby looked at me, as Kim hadn't noticed me yet. As much as I hated it, Toby was right. He knew he had me now, at least for the time being.

"Get out," Toby said. "I'll fuck her tonight. You can come tomorrow and say you were early or whatever, but for now, get the fuck out of here. Before she sees you."

"You really gonna-"

"What I want. Because I can have what you think is yours," Toby added, closing the distance between us. It was Toby who was now seething, while I stood trembling, red-faced and fists balled, unable to do a single thing. This is not how this was supposed to go.

I stood staring at him like an idiot as Toby turned his head and called out, "Coming, Kim. Just spilled some wine," he said. He then nodded to the broken bottle and glasses. "Clean that shit up on your way out."

And just like that, Toby turned away and headed up the stairs. I stood fuming. Angry by my own ability, and by the time I found the broom and some towels I could clearly hear the headboard of our bed bang against the wall with Kim screaming in pleasure. Right above my head.

I didn't know if he put extra effort in it to taunt me, but Kim's reaction made it obvious. She loved every second of it, her moans growing ever louder. I wanted nothing more to break everything I found as I heard Toby finally cum, and my beautiful, loyal wife scream in her climax. Toby wasn't supposed to be the victor here, and now I had let myself be tricked and manipulated to a point where there wasn't shit I could do without losing everything.

I swore once I got my bearings I'd figure out that fucking 'send to all' shit. I thought it was a bluff, but with Toby you had no way of knowing. You couldn't trust anything he said. But he wasn’t the only one with a computer science background. So instead of going away, I slipped into the annex where his computer was, locking the door behind me.

*

Thanks for reading. Hope it was enjoyable enough. I am gonna take an extended break from this series I think, maybe I’ll rewrite this or something if necessary. I am sorta losing scope on why I found it fun to write, so I’m hitting the breaks for a little bit. Not to worry, I’m posting the first part of the next series tomorrow for the Emperor Penguins.