Cuckold Consequences - Ch 8

Chapter 8

Hotel room coffee wasn’t great, but not the worst I’d ever had. I remember working at Wal-mart when I was young and drinking the sludge that passed for coffee that was made in the breakroom. Compared to that, hotel room coffee was gourmet. It was still bland, but it did the job.

I nursed my cup as I sat at the little desk in the room, staring at my computer. Most of the morning, since I’d gotten back from my… Julie’s… house, had been spent going through all the legal jargon and mambo jumbo regarding divorce. It hurt to think about it. But it seemed like the only real route.

Yesterday had been… wild. Julie and I hadn’t been that passionate… probably ever. Free and uninhibited. Mean. Lustful. Greedy. I’d cum so much. Her orgasms had absolutely been real. Sometimes I wondered if she actually came with me. Now I knew for sure she could, and did. We’d poured ourselves out and hadn’t killed each other. But there just… wasn’t an easy way out of the hole we’d dug.

Julie wanted Devon. Not the man himself, but the sex. She loved me, but she didn’t want to give up this new side of herself. The new adventures and feelings.

If that had been all it was, the desire for amazing sex, maybe I could forgive easier. But she’d lied. Gone behind my back. And any sorry that she gave me was… hollow. She’d enjoyed what she did. She didn’t regret it. What she regretted was that she’d been caught, or at least regretted how she’d gone about it. And she didn’t want to give any of it up. She may love me… but it just didn’t seem like that was enough.

That was what hurt the most. Sex… honestly, I could get over it. Past it. But it was the betrayal, the fact that love for each other just wasn’t enough.

And I really didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. I started this. I pushed it. Blaming Julie for enjoying it was unfair. I could be mad about the lies, but I couldn’t be mad that my wife had found out she loved sex. Kinky, dirty, exploratory. It was ‌part of her. And I loved her too much to try to suppress that. I wasn’t going to be some misogynistic asshole who tried to control a woman’s sexuality. If that’s what she wanted, then she could have it. I wouldn’t stop her.

But I wasn’t going to sit around, knowing my wife didn’t feel like I was enough, or worth the effort and respect it would take for her to be honest.

It had taken my leaving. Us shouting and her demeaning and mocking me for us to finally pull down the walls we’d built and reveal all the truths. And that wasn’t healthy. It was toxic. It was dangerous. And the very last thing I wanted… was to hate my wife. To hate the woman I loved.

It was best to end it now, while I still loved her. Could still love her. While we could part ways and still be able to rebuild our lives.

The bathroom door opened suddenly, steam billowing out in misty clouds. “I seriously thought you were going to join me.” Carrie came out of the mist as if she were a creature of it, pale, white hair damp as she was drying it with a fluffy towel. Her curves moved fluidly and luscious as she stepped into the room with a playful grin.

“I… uh…” Geez how could I still feel awkward about Carrie walking around naked when I’d had sex with her multiple times already. For whatever reason, Carrie had still been at the hotel when I’d come back this morning. I’d been gone all day yesterday and really hadn’t expected the girls to stay. They had lives. Gwen had a son at home. Work. But when I’d gotten back this morning, she was laying in bed, stretching and just waking up. Gwen had left because she needed to check in with her babysitter and then go into the office.

For my part, I’d decided to take the rest of the week off.

Carrie chuckled, breasts bouncing. “It’s fine Tommy boy. You’ve got a lot on your mind.” The look she flashed me was sympathetic. “Would it cheer you up at all to see this?” She sat down on the bed, bouncing and then spread her legs. Her pussy was smooth. No more little landing strip. Pale and soft and with pink lips peeking out.

I sucked in a breath.

“Knew it! You’re a bald man! Love that taboo smoothness, huh?” She laughed and reached down, gliding her fingers along her labia and peeling the lips open to show off her pink.

My pulse quickened. My cock hardened. And my chest burned. My heart clenched. I shut my eyes and leaned forward, face in my hands as I put my elbows on the desk.

“Hey… you okay?” Carrie got up and came over, a soft hand on my shoulder before she noticed what was on my computer screen. “Oh…” Her voice was soft. She squeezed my shoulder. “Do I need to go? Do you need some time…”

I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close, my face against her waist as I started to sob.

Carrie gently tangled her fingers in my hair. “It’s okay… hey… it’s okay, Tom.” It didn’t seem to bother her that I was crying and holding her while she was naked and she’d just flashed me her bald slit. All that sexual tension had vanished for the moment.

I don’t know how long I remained like that. Holding her. Just holding on to someone, something. At some point I stopped crying and just pushed my face against her soft skin. I could hear her heartbeat and the soft gurgling of her stomach.

“Are you hungry?” I chuckled when I finally came back to myself.

Carrie snorted and stepped back, hands on my shoulders. “I could eat.”

…

“Take all your dates to hotel continental breakfasts?” Carrie asked as she took a bite of her bagel. It was slathered in cream cheese, some of it getting on her upper lip. She ran a finger along her lip and licked off the topping. It wasn’t ‌overtly sexual, but it made my stomach do a flip. Especially since I knew how skillful she was with those lips.

“Uh… Date? No… I…” Her comment threw me off even more than that little lip motion.

“Don’t worry. I’m a simple girl. Besides, you've already gotten in my pants. No need to dispense with the big flashy nights out. This is nice.” She winked at me.

“Carrie…” I blushed, looking down at my bowl of dry cereal and cup of slightly better coffee than what I’d had up in the room.

“Tom…” She reached over and put a hand on mine. “Chill. I’m sorry. I’m just teasing.” There was genuine care in her voice and touch.

“Sorry.” I muttered. “I’m just… messed up.”

She nodded. “Yeah. That’s pretty obvious. And, like, I know me and Gwen sort of… tried to help the other day… not sure if we helped or if we made it worse or more confusing. Sex is complicated. Twist that with emotions and love and commitment and… well, it’s a pretty foul sort of soup.”

I chuckled. “Okay. Sure.”

Smiling, she patted my hand. “Listen. You’re going through something right now… there’s no manual for it. Not even really right or wrong. There’s just what you need to do. To be happy. Comfortable. Whole. If that’s divorce… well, that sucks. If it’s trying to work it out… that’s gonna have its own sucky moments too. Or, if maybe, you want to figure out this whole… cuckolding, hotwifing… whatever, then yeah it’s gonna take you through the ringer for sure. But you need to know that you’re not alone in this. Sex aside. Gwen and I are here for you.”

Her eyes lingered on mine. A comfortable silence. I nodded. I could feel her sincerity. It was comforting in a way. Hard to swallow, of course. My private problems, messy and devilish, were exposed. And for someone to acknowledge them and not judge or even criticize, was almost too much to hope for. But Carrie was doing just that. So was Gwen.

“I… don’t know what to do.” I muttered, taking my hand from hers and picking up my coffee. “I love her. I know that sounds stupid. She’s cheated. This whole thing. It’s blown up in our faces. Or in my face. I don’t know. She likes it. Can I really fault her for that? And if I tell her to stop, it’s like pulling out the rug I laid out for her. It’s unfair.”

“It’s also unfair that instead of being in it with you, she pushed you to the side and went out on her own without your consent. Whatever dynamic you guys had, she didn’t respect it, Tom. You can be in this sort of lifestyle and have respect and honesty. That’s what it’s supposed to be. Trust. Full and complete. She broke that. It doesn’t matter if she likes it. That’s not what you’re upset about. Not really. It’s that you aren’t a part of it anymore. Cuckolding is supposed to involve all parties in some way. But if one is just, cast aside, then it’s cheating. Nothing more.” Carrie’s voice was firm and fierce. It almost felt like she had a personal stake in my marriage.

“I could have spoken up…”

“Yeah. You could have. And you didn’t. You chickened out,t Tom. That’s the truth. You didn’t man up. You hid instead of confronting things when they started falling apart. No one is saying Julie is the sole guilty party here. And I’m not gonna coddle you. You fucked up.” She crunched ‌another bite of her bagel. “But that doesn’t mean your feelings are invalid or what she did is somehow negated.”

What she said was making sense. But it was still hard to grasp. Probably because emotions made things slippery. What should have been easy to understand and take hold of became like a greased up pig, bucking and squealing, hard to grab or even keep a grip on.

Carrie sat back, dusting off her hands as she finished her bagel. “Tom… you deserve better. Your kink isn’t wrong. And if it’s not something you want to entertain anymore, then you have every right to ask to stop. If that’s a nonnegotiable for Julie, well… then I think you have your answer.”

I cringed. She was right. Fuck. Why did Scary Carrie have to be sensible? In all the conversations yesterday between sessions of fucking, Julie never once said she was willing to give it all up. To go back to our monogamous marriage. But I hadn’t asked her to either. Because… Well, I didn't want to either. Julie had discovered something about herself when we started things with Devon. But now… now I’d discovered something too. Carrie and Gwen had shown me.

Maybe I did like being a cuckold… sometimes. I couldn’t deny watching Julie get fucked wasn’t amazingly hot. I still remember plenty of times that it was erotic and fun and amazing. But it was tainted too. But maybe that wasn’t because of the lifestyle, but because of the person we’d chosen to include.

Devon. He was the problem.

At first, he’d just been a willing participant. But he’d changed things. Pushed us. Taken us to places we weren’t ready for… or maybe we didn’t even want to go. We just didn’t know how to tell him no. We’d been too wrapped up in our own arousal and excitement to notice that we were going down a road that didn’t lead to a destination we wanted to arrive at.

But I couldn’t blame Devon completely. I’d gone along. Julie had too. We hadn’t been forced. We’d chosen. So, everyone was guilty. All three corners of the pyramid we’d created were flawed, and now the cracks had become too wide, too many, and everything was falling apart.

I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, trying to dispel the anger and fatigue I felt. Carrie was right. It was over. My marriage was over. Maybe I did want to salvage it, but the way things were now… we couldn’t just start to rebuild on the rubble of what had collapsed. That wasn’t a solid foundation. I still believed in hope. But… things really were over.

We had to clear away the rubble. And divorce was the bulldozer that would push it all away. Maybe it would clear the path for something new. Maybe Julie and I could rebuild. But… we would never know until we ended the thing that was crumbling. Some things just couldn’t be repaired.

I whipped away a tear from my cheek. Carrie watched me quietly. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I asked awkwardly, wanting to change the subject away from my failed marriage.

Carrie gave a blushing grin. “Uh. I took the day off. Figured you might need a friend.”

I chuckled. “Thanks Carrie.”

She shrugged and looked away, cheeks red. “Don’t mention it. Besides, that project was driving me a little crazy. Sometimes you just gotta step away and clear your head, ya know?”

We sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping our coffee. I munched my cereal absently. The small breakfast area buzzed with activity. People coming in, yawning and grabbing what meager breakfast foods the hotel offered. Kids were loud and bouncing around asking for cereal and waffles. The television aired some nonsense news that no one listened to.

As things calmed down within me, still a twisting storm but much more distant now that I knew what I needed to do, I was struck with a crazy and somewhat… odd idea.

“Carrie?” I asked, bringing my gaze back to her.

“Hm?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Would you actually… wanna go out on a date?”

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks went beat red.

“Oh…” She muttered, and then… slowly… a smile formed on her lips.

…

Julie stood in the CVS aisle, eyes still red-rimmed from crying most of the morning when she’d woken up alone. She couldn’t blame Tom. Even after connecting yesterday, they hadn’t resolved anything. Not really. And he was hurt. She’d done that. They were both to blame, but she was the one who had relegated her husband to a voyeur in his own marriage. She’d cheated. Broken trust. Explored without consent or approval.

They were supposed to be in this together, and she’d left him at the first opportunity.

She was a bitch…

God, I’m a bitch… literally…

The shelf in front of her was lined with almost a dozen different pregnancy tests. Some that took an hour. Some less. They all boasted how accurate they were. The quality. The ease of use. A bunch of technical jargon and medical speak that she didn’t understand or really care about.

She already knew the answer. But she needed to be sure. One hundred percent sure. At least about this one portion of the situation. The next would be much more complicated.

Grabbing the cheapest test… and then grabbing another more expensive one, Julie turned and marched down the aisle back to the front of the store. She tossed the tests onto the counter and pulled out her phone, tapping the machine to pay as the cashier, a pimply faced teen girl who didn’t seem to be paying any attention, scanned her items and tossed them into a bag.

Julie took the bag and left, driving home as quickly as she could and immediately went to the bathroom, ripping open the boxes, reading the instructions, and steeling herself for the results.

…

Gwen sat at her desk, sifting through various project updates and emails, itching to leave. The past couple of days had been strange. And that was putting it mildly. Finding out about Tom’s situation. Falling into bed with him. And not just him, but Carrie too.

Thankfully, her son didn’t suspect anything. He just figured she was working late. And… in a way she was. She was out with coworkers after all. They just weren’t working on a company project. Somehow Gwen had roped herself into trying to help Tom navigate a very complicated situation.

What was going on with him far exceeded the things she’d gone through. Her husband had just cheated. Straight adultery. Julie… Well, she had cheated, that was clear. But the whole thing had been started consensually. It had just morphed and grew and like cancer, took on a shape of its own that was toxic. As much as Gwen wanted Tom to find a way to navigate and come out on the other side with a healthy marriage…

She leaned back, shutting her email and letting out a heavy sigh. Tom was going to get a divorce. The question wasn’t if, but when. Unless something drastically changed for Julie, and it didn’t seem like it was going to, according to what Tom had told her and Carrie, then this was just a train headed for a cliff. Simple as that.

And Tom was such a sweet guy… it was unfair. Just because he’d come across a kink, something that aroused him, shouldn’t mean his marriage should suffer and end. But… if Ivy and Club Sway had taught her anything, kinks and fetishes that were allowed to run wild before they were properly understood and regulated… often ended in tragedy.

Case in point.

A flutter rushed through Gwen as she thought about Tom. It really was surprising that Julie would sideline him. He was so good in bed! And Carrie was right, his cock was art. It was sort of laughable to think about honestly, but if there was a sort of stereotypical ‘perfect penis’ Tom had it.

She chuckled and shook her head. It didn’t help that she’d had a crush on Tom the moment he’d joined her team. It had been innocent, of course. He was good looking. Great at his job. And honestly, his marriage was a selling point for him too. He was clearly a good husband. And after what Gwen had been through, seeing a man treat a woman well was a huge green flag in her book. And that’s why she wanted to help him. He was her friend. And he was a good man. He deserved…

“Hm.” Gwen sat up straighter and smiled. Tom deserved something special. Something to pull him out of his misery and his spiral. And Gwen knew just what to do.

Grabbing her phone, she pulled up Ivy’s phone number.

“Well! Been a while since I’ve gotten a call from you, my little Spider.” Ivy’s voice was clear and sweet.

Gwen snorted a laugh. “Please. No need for nicknames, Ivy. This is more a professional call than a… uh, spicy one.”

Ivy’s chuckle was clear as a bell. “Fair enough, Gwen. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I have a situation I think you might be able to help with.” Over the next few minutes, Gwen laid out the situation with Tom, though she left his name out of it. She wanted this to be purely objective, and since she was speaking about someone else's marital issues, it wouldn’t be right to name him and possibly out him. Though if secrets were safe with anyone, they were safe with Ivy. She was like a Swiss bank. No one was getting in.

“Well… that does sound heartbreaking. Cuckolding isn’t for the weak willed…” Ivy mused.

“Tom’s not weak.” Gwen blurted and then blushed, biting her lip. Shit, she’d said his name. She hadn’t meant to do that. Too late now. “Sorry. I… I just mean that Tom isn’t weak. He just went into something he didn’t fully understand with someone that… wasn’t respectful of boundaries. I think all three of them jumped into this lifestyle without properly preparing themselves. They didn’t do the paperwork.”

She didn’t mean literal paperwork, of course. But in her time with Ivy, it was how she’d come to think about the layout of rules, boundaries, desires and restrictions for a certain sort of sexual dynamic. At Sway, it was paramount that rules be discussed, kept, and enforced. Breaking them meant swift punishment. At the very least, you’d be thrown out of the club. At worst… well, Gwen had heard stories.

“Mmmm.” Ivy was quiet for a moment. “Well. I think we can help your friend… Tom, was it? We can definitely help him. If you’re looking to bring him in, we can organize something special for him. In fact, I’ll be his Guide the whole night, unless that will bother you?”

Gwen cleared her throat. “Why would that bother me?”

Ivy chuckled knowingly. “Oh, my dear little Spider. You should know by now, you can’t hide from me. The way you jumped to Tom’s defence… you have an interest in him. I suspect you’ve even fucked him? Am I right?”

Gwen let out a sigh. “Yeah…”

“Well… sounds like he left an impression. I’ll be eager to Guide him through the night. But if it’s going to cause you discomfort or the wrong sort of jealousy, then we can arrange something else.”

“No. I think… I think you would be better than someone else. But… would I be able to accompany him too?”

“Hmm.” Gwen could almost picture Ivy tapping her soft red lips. “Two Guides? Or would you be his Pet? Oh, don’t even try to start dear. I know you’re not into Pet play. I was just teasing. Now. I think both of us by his side would be an acceptable treat.”

“Thank you.” Gwen muttered sincerely. “When were you thinking we could arrange the visit?”

“This Saturday would work well. I know it’s short notice. But we have several things going on, some prospective new members. So, your friend coming along would fit well with our planned activities.”

Gwen was nodding, thinking. “I’ll see if I can convince him. Since I already talked to him about it, I think he will be curious enough. Though he’s in a fragile state…”

“Don’t worry, dear. Trust me. I will treat him with silk gloves. We will take good care of him.”

“I really appreciate it.” Gwen stood up, shutting down her computer and grabbing her things as she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder.

“Don’t mention it, dear. It’ll be good to see you again. I’ll have a special outfit arranged for you when you arrive. You’ll need to get me Tom’s measurements as well, or at least send me a picture so I can make an educated guess.”

“I’ll do that.” She was shuffling a few things, sliding her laptop into her bag as she was moving around her desk, eager to leave for the day.

“Oh… and dear?”

“Yeah?”

“I suggest you go and fuck that man well so he can be prepared for what’s coming.” Ivy’s laughter was both wicked and warm as she hung up, leaving Gwen’s cheeks burning red as she put away her phone and marched out the door.

…

It had been a while… years really… since I’d been on a date. Obviously the last real ‘date’ I’d been on had been with Julie the night I asked her to marry me. After that we were engaged. Dating didn’t seem like a thing anymore. Of course, I’d read some blogs and books that said you should never stop dating your spouse.

Maybe that was part of my problem. I’d stopped dating Julie. Stopped fully appreciating her. And then I’d wanted something new to spice things up and chose something utterly ruinous and toxic. But at the time… at the time I’d just wanted to see her. To see her pleasured. It was one thing to have the POV of sex with her, but to sit on the outside and watch… It was a whole new realm of erotic.

But now it had rusted. Rotted. I didn’t want that life anymore. At least… not the way we had cultivated it. I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted. But I knew I didn’t want what me and Julie had. Not what it had turned into.

All the events over the past few days had proved that. And today was just another one of those events. A simple, no strings, casual date with Carrie.

It had definitely seemed odd for me, a married man (marriage falling apart or not I was still wed to Julie by law) asking out a woman. A coworker, no less. But Carrie didn’t seem bothered by it at all. It probably helped that she knew my situation. And even though she knew it all… she wasn’t at all concerned.

After our mediocre breakfast at the hotel. We went out and simply strolled around downtown. We went into a few shops. Bought nothing. Got lunch at a dive burger place. Went to the nearby park and sat, talking. Mostly about nothing.

It was simple. Light. No expectations. No attempts to impress. We were just… with each other.

And yet it had still led us back to the hotel. Where now I was laid back, a sheen of sweat on my bare chest, hands lightly on Carrie’s hips as she slowly moved against me. Her pussy swallowed every inch of me. Her hips swirled, the feel of her inside was blazing and perfect. Hands in her hair, breasts out bouncing as she moved, she had the widest smile on her face.

“Fuuuuuck.” She breathed.

I chuckled. I wasn’t sure why. Nothing was funny. But I just felt… good.

Carrie looked down at me with a smirk, hands going to her tits, holding them and jiggling them slightly. “Something funny about being balls deep inside me?” She raised an eyebrow.

I started laughing, still holding onto her. Carrie’s resolve broke, and she fell forward onto me, breasts pressing and nipples dragging against mine as she laughed too.

Our laughter didn’t stop our movements. She kept grinding her hips against me, and I would periodically thrust up my hips, my balls slapping her ass.

“God, you’re good at that.” She laughed, biting my shoulder as she smiled. It was like we were high on laughing gas.

“You’re fucking tight.” I huffed and gave her ass a spank.

“Maybe you’re just big?” She chuckled and licked along my neck.

“Fuuuck Carrie, squeeze me like that again… shit it’s gonna make me cum.”

“Do it.” She whispered playfully, nipping at my ear. “Fucking fill your coworker with your thick cum, Tommy boy. Be bad.”

I started humping up into her, our mouths stretched in smiles. Breaths heavy with chuckles and pants as we fucked. Her ass bounced, my balls slapped her cheeks, her newly bald slit swallowed me over and over, and she clawed at my chest and bit at my throat like she was a vampire trying to drink me dry.

“Yeah, yeah! Like that. Fuck me… oh god Tom fucking shoot inside me. Do it. You deserve to cum in me. Do it!” She was gasping now. “Give your date your semen. Come on, dirty boy. Do it!”

I groaned louder, thrusting harder. Hands on her ass holding her still so I could pound up into her tight little cunt.

“Yes! Yes! OH fucking god YES TOMMY FUCKING DO IT!” Carried screamed, arching up, tits swaying in my face.

“Oh shit! Shit! Take it. Fuck, oh god I’m cumming, Carrie… I’m fucking cumming!” I grunted out as I kept ramming in deep, my load shooting into her depths just as the hotel door opened.

Gwen slipped inside quickly, shutting the door like she was running from a serial killer. “Geez, you guys! I could practically hear you from down the hall!” She scolded, putting down her bag and staring at us like she was a mother scolding her children.

Carried groaned, arching, her pussy spasming around me in orgasm as I kept shooting my last couple ropes of cum inside her. “Fu…fuck off, Gweny. Tom’s pounding the shit out of me, and I’m gonna scream if I want to.” She smiled and laughed wickedly.

I lay back, hands still on Carrie’s ass, my cock spasming, the feeling of my cum dripping out of her and along my exposed shaft and balls.

Gwen let out a sigh. “You’re ridiculous.” She muttered, slipping off her heels and walking over to us, unbuttoning her blouse.

I watched confused for a second, seeing her slip her satin green blouse off, revealing a completely sheer purple bra, her nipples standing out erect already.

“Uh…what…” I muttered for a minute.

“What? Are you a one woman man now? Are you exclusive with Carrie or something?” Gwen asked with a smirk, unzipping her black skirt, letting it fall to expose the matching sheer g-string she was wearing, stepping out of the skirt.

“Wh… no…I just… uh…” I was at a loss. This day was… strange. Divorce research. A date. Casual sex. And now my boss just… coming by to… to fuck? What was my life?

“Carrie, mind giving me and Tom some time? I need to talk to him about something.” Gwen cocked her hip, hand resting there and smiling politely, but with clear authority. She was asking, but she expected Carrie to go along with it.

Carrie shrugged, rolling off of me with a sigh and then sliding off the bed and stretching. “I’ll go on a coffee run. That should give you the time you need, right?” She didn’t look to Gwen for an answer as she walked over to her clothes and picked up her panties, quickly slipping on the blue, high hipped briefs, encasing my cum inside her. She didn’t even seem to care that her panties were instantly stained.

“That’ll work. Get me a Sugar Cookie latte.” Gwen said.

“Sugar’s gonna go to your ass.” Carrie chuckled as she slipped on her shorts and grabbed her shirt off the chair, pulling it on.

“Bitch,” Gwen quipped with a grin.

“Whore.” Carrie laughed and then was out the door.

I stared after her for a minute. She was just so confident walking out, panties stained with cum. My cum. Why was that so arousing?

Gwen climbed onto the bed, coming over to me and straddling my lap. My cock was limp and it was going to be a minute before I could get hard again. It didn’t matter that Gwen was… undoubtedly sexy looking, and now that she was straddling me, her pussy lips pressing through the thin material of her panties against the soft, messy underside of my cock, it was enough to make any man erect. I needed time to recover.

She settled down, gentle. Her hands touched my chest, soft and warm. With slow, steady movements, Gwen began to rub herself along my flaccid length. She shut her eyes and let herself get lost in the feel of me against her. The warmth of me and the softness of her panties.

“So good.” She whispered.

My hands moved to her thighs, rubbing up and down along her creamy skin. “Gwen…” I whispered back.

She grinned. “Tom… have a good day?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Uh…y…yeah…” I stammered.

“Good. You deserve it. But just so you know, I expect you back in the office next week. We really do need to get going on this project, and you’re essential.” She let out a breathy sigh even as she talked about work. Pressing herself a little more firmly against me.

“O…oh…okay…” I groaned, laying back and just slowly let her glide along me, my hands rubbing against her.

“Tom… this is weird, isn’t it?” Gwen looked down at me with smokey, sizzling eyes.

I nodded. My voice getting lost in the feel of her heat pouring through her panties.

“Think the universe is giving you some luck after all the shit you’ve been through?” She asked, moving her hips slowly and rhythmically, wet material of her panties rubbing along my shaft.

I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Well… maybe… but… I don’t know if this… makes up for all the emotional baggage I’m going to have.” 

Gwen smiled at him sympathetically. “I know Tom. I’m sorry. Have you… made a decision?” She never stopped moving like a sensuous snake, my cock slowly regaining its rigidity as she stimulated it with her mound.

“I… don’t know.” I admitted, hands still holding her gently. “I… I don’t think we are going to make it.” It came out as a husky whisper.

Her hips stopped, and she leaned down, hands on either side of my head, looking me in the eye. “I’m sorry. So sorry, Tom. I really wanted to help you. I thought…” She looked away suddenly, looking guilty.

“Hey, hey you did.” I smiled as best I could. “This is all so crazy. It’s… it’s fucked up in every way imaginable, honestly. Nothing about this is normal. But… I dug my grave. And I was probably going to wallow in it. But you and Carrie, you’ve pulled me out of it. I’m still aching. Hurt. And I don’t know how this is all going to work out. But, in your own weird ways, you’ve helped me get back some of my dignity.”

Gwen grinned. “Nothing like fucking two pretty women to make a man feel good, right?”

I slapped her ass. “I wouldn’t have worded it that way but, yeah.”

We laughed. Even as they relaxed, Gwen continued rubbing herself against me. Wordlessly bringing my cock back to life for another round. These women really had inspired me to up my game. Not that I really felt I had any. Before, with Julie, we might have been able to go twice in a night if we were wound up enough. Gwen and Carrie seemed to have pulled something out of me. Or maybe it was just because of how sexually frustrated I’d become over the course of Julie and I’s cuckolding gone wrong.

A month without sex could really mess someone up. Though that was sort of unfair too. It wasn’t as if this was a use it or lose it sort of proposition. In a way, it was like riding a bike or tying your shoes. You just didn’t forget it. You might be rusty at first… or you might hop right back on, do a wheelie, and make everyone gasp.

Or… maybe I just needed the right partners.

That thought made me cringe. Made guilt well up in the pit of my stomach even as Gwen pushed her mound against me, the thin material like tissue paper threatening to rip when I glanced down, witnessed her labia puffing out around the edges of her panties. It was beyond erotic.

I’d always had terrific sex with Julie. Yesterday had only reconfirmed that. We could still come together. Could fuck like rabbits or horny grunting cave people. There was still love there. Passion. And… maybe it was too hopeful, maybe naïve, but I felt a hint of that commitment, those vows and promises we’d made. Our love was still there… somewhere. But our reckless desires and curiosities had broken and overshadowed it. We had driven fast and furiously onto a road we didn’t have a map for and found ourselves flying over a cliff.

We might survive. Or… like in so many movies, crash, burn, and explode into a spectacular spectacle of pyrotechnics.

“Earth to Tom.” Gwen smiled. “I’m rubbing my cunt against you, and you look like you’re off in space. Something more interesting in that head of yours than my pussy?” her chuckle was warm and friendly.

“S…sorry, I just…”

Gwen rolled off me, laying on her side next to me and reaching down, tracing a finger lightly along my semi-hard penis. “It’s okay, Tom. You’ve got a lot on your mind and… as much as I’m trying to help, I know this can also be a distraction.” Even as she was playing with my cock, she was calm and sincere. “You’ve been pent up. You’ve been pushed down. You’re trying to rebuild yourself, and that’s not going to happen overnight. It’s not going to happen just by fucking me and Carrie. It may help build that confidence back, but it’s not gonna magically solve your problems.”

“Are you saying you don’t have a magic pussy?” I asked with a grin.

Gwen’s eyes narrowed playfully. She tented her leg, opening her thighs to show the plastered thin panties against her slit. “You mean this?” Her hand moved and caressed ‌the smooth mound, peeling away the panties. “This pussy that you filled with cum the other day? You don’t think it’s magic?”

“I don’t know… it’s definitely special.”

She lay back, moving her finger between her slick folds with a sigh. “I like to think it’s pretty enchanting.” With two fingers, she opened her lips.

I sat up, looking between her legs as she played with herself. My heart pounding and cock getting harder by the second.

“Mmmm, it’s warm and sweet. Maybe I’m that wicked witch with the house made of sweets. Tempting you to come inside, only for you to be shoved into a burning oven. Blazing hot and needy, wanting to devour you.” She looked at me with a frightening passion that finally made me erect to the point of oozing slick pre-cum.

“I’m pretty sure I’d run right inside without a second thought.” I muttered, starting to stroke myself.

“Mmmm, then this wicked witch would gobble you up, Tom. Whole. Everything.” She sank a finger inside herself, moaning softly. “Fuck, you are way too good at tempting me, Tom.” Gwen chuckled, gently fingering herself as she looked back at me seriously, but with a sultry edge. “I came here to talk with you about something…”

“Could have fooled me.” I said, stroking my length, watching her whole body begin to flush and redden as she stimulated her depths.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah… that’s my fault. I heard you and Carrie and… just needed to feel you again for a minute before…” Her finger slipped out of her pussy and she casually brought it to her lips and licked it clean before moving back onto her side, chin in her hand and looked at me fully and seriously. “Before I asked you about something.”

I let go of my cock and settled back onto the bed. “Ask me what?” I’d already unburdened myself about far more than I’d probably ever have confessed to a therapist. What more could she want to ask me? What more could she want to know?

Gwen leaned in slightly and spoke with a curious grin. “Would you have any interest in accompanying me to Club Sway?”

…

Julie’s world had changed in just a few minutes. A few hours. She sat at the dining table, fingers tracing along the surface absently, remembering that just a short time ago her husband had fucked her hard against it. Had fucked her all over the house. Like they were newlyweds. It had been some of the best sex she’d had in a long time.

Devon did wonders in bed. But with Tom… it had been so raw. Angry. Passionate in a way that bordered on insane. She’d forgotten. Forgotten how good her husband felt. The tenderness of his touch, how it sent fire through her veins and electricity all through her skin. He had a way of making her feel alive.

But sex with Devon was like slipping into a drug den. Letting herself succumb to the delicious feeling of something addictive and dangerous. It was taboo. Different. Strange. And yes… ultimately it was ‘better’. But she was starting to think that those sorts of terms and ways of thinking were reductive. Binary. 

Emotions. Feelings. Sensations. They all varied from person to person and situation to situation.

What she’d said to Tom had been true. But maybe it was only a surface-like truth. That the details were deeper, and she just hadn’t been able to move past the shimmering reflection in the waters of her sexual exploration.

And because she’d been shallow… only watching the surface and not paying attention to what was underneath, she’d ruined her marriage. Maybe even her life. Was sex with Devon really worth it? To have lost so much. To be losing so much?

Julie didn’t need anyone to tell her that Tom was on the edge. Divorce was the clearest option. And though he loved her, and she desperately loved him, they’d broken the bond and the vows they’d had. She doubted that there was any way to fix it. He would always suspect that she was lying to him, that she was secretly pining for Devon, or at least yearning for someone with a bigger cock or who was more dominant in bed. And she’d probably always wonder if he would be happier sitting in the corner, or if she was doing enough to make him feel wanted.

There was too much baggage. Too many mistakes. And now all Julie was left with was an empty bed… her hand went to her stomach and she let out a soft sob. What was she going to tell Tom? Should she? And what about Devon… oh god she didn’t want to have that conversation with Devon. Because she knew, unlike Tom, that Devon wouldn’t care. Tom would be devastated and furious. But he’d care.

You could have him back. He’d come back to you because of it.

Julie’s stomach curdled at the thought. She’d rather die than manipulate Tom like that. No… she had to figure something else out.

Her phone buzzed. The notification was from Devon. ‘Be ready by seven on Saturday.’

“Ugh.” Julie groaned, ignoring the message. She’d almost forgotten about promising Devon she’d go to some weird sex club on Saturday. Honestly, she didn’t want to go. For the first time… she didn’t want anything to do with Devon. Great sex or not, he’d become a cancer. The best way to cure cancer was to cut it out. She needed to excise Devon from her life. Which would be difficult considering they worked in the same building.

Maybe she should quit.

Just the thought somehow made the burden on her shoulders feel lighter. She should quit. Move on. Cut things off with Devon and crawl back to Tom. Try to salvage something of her marriage.

Easier said than done, of course. But it was the right thing… or at least the best thing.

But first…

Julie picked up her phone and quickly dialed the number for her doctor.

…

Gwen stared at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. She was borrowing Tom’s brush and paste since she obviously hadn’t brought any of her own. This wasn’t an overnight visit. She had to get back home to her son. Being away from him this week had cost her a good deal in overtime for her babysitter.

Her lingerie was discarded on the floor behind her at the foot of the bed, and she could still feel Tom’s semen dripping along her thigh. She really needed to clean up and get going, but the feeling of hot cum inside her, dripping, was just one of those things she missed about having regular sex and wanted to make it last as long as possible.

Pulling back her hair and leaning down, she spit and washed out her mouth. She cleaned the toothbrush and put it back in Tom’s toiletry bag. The sound of Tom splashing in the shower brought her eyes to his silhouette behind the frosted curtain. She was tempted to jump in with him. There were brief glimpses of his cock flopping as he washed himself, and the desire to suck it was spine-tingling.

But the clock on the nightstand, glowing red with the time seven thirty, told her she needed to go. There would be other opportunities for sex. Gwen was sure about that.

She picked up her underwear and slipped them back on, though they were so thin it hardly mattered if she wore them or not. Carrie was lounging back on the bed, a coffee cup in hand and naked as the day she was born, scrolling absently through her phone.

“You headed out? Don’t wanna stick around for another round?” Carrie smiled as she sipped from the to-go lid.

“We’ve got work tomorrow. And I have a kid at home. We can’t all just be free spirits like you.” Gwen rolled her eyes, putting her skirt back on.

“Why is he even showering? I’m going to get him dirty again.” Carrie snorted, her tits bouncing with mirth.

“Maybe because I squirted all over him? Got sticky. Maybe he doesn’t wanna fuck you when he’s drenched.” Gwen winked at her friend.

“What do I care if he’s covered in your squirt? He should have just let me lick it off.”

“God, you’re a degenerate.” Gwen shook her head, pulling on her blouse and buttoning it back up.

“You’re sleeping with him too, Gweny. So what’s that make you?” Carrie turned, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting her phone down, eyeing Gwen with a grin.

“It makes me a sexually frustrated single mom who sees an opportunity for some fun.” Gwen went to the mirror and straightened her skirt, smoothed down her blouse, and fixed her hair as best she could.

“Well, I’m a single lady who hasn’t been getting regular dick, and I just found probably the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna milk that thing for all it’s worth as long as he’s gonna let me.” Carrie laughed.

“Sure, sure. Just don’t take advantage of him too much, okay? Seriously. He’s got it rough.” Gwen looked back at Carrie in the mirror.

Carrie raised an eyebrow. “I’m a bitch, not a monster. I’ll take care of him, Gwen.”

A flush reached Gwen’s cheeks and chest. Something about Carrie’s words… They sounded really sincere.

She watched her friend for a minute as she sipped her coffee and sat on the bed, one knee propped up with a thoughtful look on her face.

Maybe she should talk with Carrie. This week was… odd. A rollercoaster. Anyone could get lost in the shuffle of sex and drama. She wasn’t sure what Carrie was thinking or how casual she really felt about sex, but if Gwen was to learn anything from Tom’s situation, it was that staying quiet was the last thing she should do.

There would be time for that. Maybe tomorrow at work she’d pull her aside. Go to lunch. Girl talk.

Already making plans, Gwen turned from the mirror and went to pick up her bag when she was struck with a sudden, intrusive thought.

Did I take my pill? Yesterday? This morning?

She stood at the door, holding her bag and staring at the floor trying to remember. But she couldn’t find the answer. Had she?

“Are you leaving?” Tom’s voice broke her concentration, and the worry and thought slipped away. He was stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and still glistening with water, as he grabbed another towel to dry off his hair.

“Yeah. Can’t leave Dustin alone again. He might forget he has a mother.” Gwen smiled.

“Oh, right. Sorry. You know you don’t have to come over or… uh… I guess I really don’t know what to say here.” Tom scratched ‌his wet hair.

Gwen laughed. “Yeah. Not sure how we define this. But don’t worry, Tom. I’m a big girl. I’ve been doing this single-mom thing a while and, believe it or not, you’re not the first booty call I’ve gone out to and left him home with a sitter. A woman has needs.” She gave him a wink. “Are you still okay with Saturday?”

Tom scrubbed a towel over his hair. “Uh… yeah, sure. We can… uh, are you gonna pick me up, I guess?”

Gwen nodded. “I’ll be here at six. Dress nice.” With a quick blown kiss, Gwen turned and opened the door, slipping out of the room.

Before the door closed, she glimpsed Carrie slipping off the bed, her bouncing nude ass shaking as she walked up to Tom, yanked off the towel around his waist and gave him a playful shove so his back hit the wall.

A quick thrill of jealousy ran through her, but she quieted it down and left to get home and make her son dinner.