A Young Couple's Journey Part 9.5 (TNT 18.5)

I decided to call this half a chapter, as it isn’t really a full one but meant to bridge the existing and the coming arch together.

I hope you enjoy reading regardless. As I haven’t written Toby in almost a year, it would also be really awesome to hear some constructive feedback as to what I need to improve on and such.

Also, title suggestions are very much welcomed.

This is a work of fiction that describes explicit mature content between 18+ adults. Viewer discretion is advised.

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Josh had humiliated me. Right in front of Kimberly. Right in the moment of victory. I thought I had subdued them both, that I would have my way and have Kimberly as my own, but alas no. Josh was in the way. He had drawn a line in the sand so long ago, and when I crossed it, even when Kimberly helped me ease him into watching me take her in front of him, he got a baseball bat and beat me up.

I hadn’t seen it coming. I thought I had that oaf figured out, that he was just going to meekly follow along. Perhaps he had been pushed too far. His instincts to fight or flight were triggered and he chose the former.

The nurses at the hospital took pity on me, luckily for me, but I knew I couldn't press charges. Josh had all the evidence of how I had tricked and coerced Kimberly, and as much as I hated to admit it, he had the upper hand. At all costs did I want to avoid that man. I had no illusions, not this time, that I was any match for him. I hated myself for being such a wimp, but when it came to my own survival, I learned about myself, that I don’t take any chances.

That was my mentality for the longest. I even joined a gym that had MMA and boxing classes and licked my wounds for months. Even the idea of revenge was too painful, and I was left in a constant state of shame and humiliation. It was so clear to me who the 'alpha' was.

Something that didn’t make any sense to me. I had been the one who taught Kimberly how to be a slut, opened her eyes to her real mate. Kimberly was made to carry my seed and I knew she was more compatible with me than Josh. Our chemistry when I fucked her made that clear. I sat in the dark, but I was pretty certain that Kimberly wasn’t enjoying fucking anyone else near as much as she had with me.

I went out there to see how they were doing pretty early on after my beatdown, but just seeing them happy together was too much for me to handle. Kimberly seemed happy without me, and that did something to my ego that I didn’t like. But, as I sat in the treeline and watched them hang around the pool, I kept telling myself that it was all fake. Only I knew the real Kimberly, and only I could be her match. She knew it, I knew it. This thing she had with Josh was just a facade. But for now, it seemed unfeasible.

In the meantime, I did something utterly stupid. I guess some of my hubris was not fully tarnished, as I decided to go to a club. To get over Kimberly, of course.

So, there I was. Dancing and flirting, trying to find some easy girl to fuck, and yet feeling absolutely nothing. No arousal, no lust, no fun. And the looks I got told me everything I needed to know. I wasn't welcome. They didn't find me attractive. These superficial sluts would never give me the chance, and they'd never learn how well they belonged with their legs spread and wrapped around my waist as I filled them with my genes.

That's when Amanda suddenly stood before me. In a black party dress that showed plenty of leg and plenty of cleavage. She looked at me, not saying anything. We sort of stared at each other for a while, and I knew she was judging me.

"You look pathetic," she said, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not shouting.

"Shut up," I said.

"Are you here to try and prove something?" Amanda asked, leaning forward to make sure I heard her. "Because this place is full of girls that are not into you. Despite what you got going on down there," she said, whispering the last part in my ear.

I felt my anger boiling inside of me, and I wanted to strike back at Amanda. But instead, she eyed me up and down for a moment.

"What are you doing here? Out of your little den?" Amanda asked.

"Josh tossed me out of their house," I said, not wanting to get into the grimy details of what had happened.

"And you came here?" Amanda asked, shaking her head.

"I need to move on," I said. "Why do you care?"

"I don't," Amanda said simply. "Come on, let me get you a drink."

I followed Amanda over to the bar, and she ordered us both a drink. I watched her ass as we walked through the crowd. I could tell she was aware of my gaze, and she swayed her hips more than necessary, just to show me what I couldn't have.

First, she asked what was up. I told her, avoiding 99% percent of the details. I kept it short, simply telling her I felt inadequate compared to Josh. That was the painful truth. I didn't go into the details of how I had coerced Kimberly into sex, tricking her into almost second-guessing her relationship with Josh. How I had stolen her from him. And how he beat me up because of it.

Amanda was a good listener. She listened without judgment, and she seemed to understand. She didn't interrupt or try to fix it. She just sat there, listening. After I was done talking, we just sat there in silence for a few minutes. I sipped my drink and looked around, feeling the urge to run away from Amanda.

"We all have our vices," Amanda had said. It was hard to look her in the eyes with that gigantic cleavage she had on display. She knew I was checking her out and didn't seem to care.

"I guess," I said. "Though I don't think it's enough to change how I feel about myself. I've always been like this. Weak and... just not enough."

"You shouldn't be," Amanda said, putting her hands on my shoulders. "You've got qualities. And perhaps comparing yourself to Josh isn't the smartest thing to do. I mean, if anyone is the perfect man, he's close to being it."

I couldn't stop myself from wincing.

"What?" Amanda asked.

"Nothing," I muttered. There was no way I'd indulge in any kind of conversation about how good a man Josh really was.

"Okay," she said, clearly sensing that there was more to the story than what I told her. "I'm sorry you've had a rough time though." She was polite, but I could tell by her frown that she regretted inviting this whiny boy for a drink.

"Sorry," I said.

"No, don't worry. Just... well, let me cheer you up, hm?" Amanda suggested. She leaned forward, putting her lips right by my ear. Her hand came up, gently caressing the back of my neck, and I could feel her hot breath against my skin. "How about you come home with me? I've missed that big hog I got to fondle in that broom closet. Do you remember that?"

I was a bit surprised to say the least, but I wasn't going to say no. Her tits were too tempting, and the way her fingers caressed my skin sent shivers down my spine. "Yes," I replied.

"Good," she said. "Finish your drink, then let's get out of here."

I downed the rest of my drink and stood up from the barstool. Amanda took my hand and led me through the crowd. We stopped by the coat room, where Amanda grabbed her coat. Then we left the club and walked to her apartment.

It was a short walk, and we didn't say much. I could hardly wait. I wasn't sure if it was because Amanda was attractive or because of the anticipation of getting revenge on Josh for beating me up. Either way, I was excited. If anything I'd finally to take out my frustration on her.

Amanda's apartment wasn't far from the club, and it was a nice place. As soon as we got inside, however, I wasn't able to take the room in as she pushed me against the wall and kissed me. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I could taste the alcohol on her breath. She kissed me hard and deep, her hands roaming over my body.

Then suddenly, Amanda broke off the kiss and stepped back. "So," she said with a smirk. "Wanna fuck?"

"H-have you slept with Josh?" I asked.

"No? Not yet, anyway," Amanda said, raising an eyebrow. "Why? Does that turn you on?"

"No," I lied.

"Good," she said, pushing me hard so I fell on my ass on the couch. "Because I don't want to talk about him. I want to talk about you. And how I'm going to make you feel better."

She pressed her body against mine, her breasts pushing against my chest.

"What about Zach?" I asked,

"Fuck him. Literally, if you want. I dumped him," Amanda smiled, rolling her eyes as she did. She put her hand on my crotch, feeling my hardness through my pants. "That's more like it."

I stared at her, unable to believe my luck. Slowly I stood up, watching her dress fall from her shoulders, away from her tits, revealing a tight strapless bra. I latched a finger into her bra, and with a small yank I let her enormous breasts fall into view.

"Someone has grown more assertive," Amanda smiled. I just grinned at her and groped her breasts, drawing a deep moan.

Amanda pushed me back a bit, and then kneeled before me. With a few tugs, my sweatpants were pulled down. "Aaaahhh! Someone is happy to see me!" Amanda grinned. "Long time no see, hm?"

She took my cock in her hand, stroking me slowly. I moaned as she licked my tip, tasting my precum. Amanda smiled at me and winked, going down the sides of my shaft.

"Toby," I corrected, which Amanda ignored. I grabbed her head and pressed her face toward the tip of my erection.

"Yeah? Gonna make me take it then, big shot?" Amanda smiled as she played the submissive little harlot. It turned me on immensely.

"Shut up," I demanded as I pressed forward, forcing her mouth around my tip. Her tongue, wet and warm, rubbed against my cock head and drove me crazy. "Dumb whore," I mumbled, forcing another couple of inches into her mouth. She gagged and sputtered.

As a reflex, her throat tried to push the intruder out. When that proved futile she breathed harshly through her nose, while I still kept my grip tight on her head and pushed the remaining couple of inches in. When her nose rested on my pelvis and my balls on her chin, Amanda closed her eyes for a moment to process the invasion of her mouth and throat.

With a sigh, I tugged her head up and let go of her so she could get some air.

"Wheew!" Amanda exhaled as she looked down on my rock-hard cock. Her hand went to feel up my thighs and reached for the dick to caress it. "Big, bad boy. Where was this when I beat your meat in that broom closet?"

I slapped her cheek lightly with my cock. "Shut up, slut," I said. I wanted to feel powerful, to be in control, and I knew that the best way to do that was to humiliate her.

Amanda laughed and opened her mouth again, allowing me to thrust into her. I began fucking her face, enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. As I pushed deeper into her throat, her moans vibrated through me. I held her head in place while I slowly fucked her mouth. Amanda's eyes were watering from the roughness of my throat penetration, but she didn't resist.

She opened her throat and allowed me to push all the way to the very bottom, her nose pressed into my pubes.

"Unnnghh," I grunted as the pleasure increased and her mouth contracted around my hardness. "You like this? Huh? You like getting your throat fucked?"

Amanda moaned her response. The feel of her hot throat around my cock was incredible. I pulled out and shoved into her roughly a few times, until I felt it was time to move to the next phase.

"Get on the bed," I commanded, getting a smirk from Amanda. She was telling me I couldn't boss her around with that smirk, but that she'd indulge me just for fun. It was both infuriating and exciting. She was in no position to question my command. She got up and stretched. Her bra dropped to the floor, but she didn't mind and didn't bend down to pick it up. Her titties swung around with each step towards the bed.

"How do you want it?" she asked with a sexy voice and a knowing grin, laying on her back with her legs parted. I quickly follower, looming above her as I looked up and down her very breedable body.

She had a beautiful figure, and her large breasts sat proud and round upon her torso. Her slim waist flowed into nicely rounded hips. I loved the curve of her waist and her firm, soft thighs and buttocks. She had a way of remaining fit, but thick at the same time. And all this was for me.

"You coming? Or staring at me?" Amanda grinned.

"I'm enjoying the sight," I said.

"Yeah? And what do you want to do with me?" she asked a hint of mockery in her tone.

"I'm going to fuck you," I said, as if stating the obvious.

Amanda giggled. "That's cute."

I stared at her for a moment longer and then began undressing. It was a short process, as I only had a shirt on. My sweatpants were already half way off, together with my underwear.

"That's right, get naked for me," Amanda encouraged, reaching a hand to her panties, slowly rubbing herself over the fabric.

I stepped out of my pants and boxers and moved on top of her, feeling her hands on my body guiding me over her. When I pressed myself against her, I felt her warmth against my cock.

"Mhm, I love it," Amanda moaned, stroking my shoulders and arms. "I've always wondered how that big piece would feel inside me."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah," Amanda smiled, reaching between us to grip my hard dick. "Such a fat cock, I can't wait to have it inside me. I bet you'll make me cum really hard."

I chuckled and pushed myself into her tight panties. They were soaked, and when I looked down I could see her pussy glistening with wetness. "Looks like you're enjoying this already," I said, running my thumb along the edge of her panties where they met her skin.

"Mhm," Amanda moaned, her head falling back. "You know how to tease a girl, huh?"

"Take 'em off," I grunted, wanting to get started.

Amanda smiled and nodded, reaching for the sides of her panties and pushing them down. Once they were off she tossed them aside. Then she spread her legs wide and wrapped them around my hips.

"What are you waiting for? I'm ready for you," Amanda teased. "Fuck me hard, big boy!"

Her hand on my backside pushed me forward, and the tip of my cock brushed her slick entrance.

"You want this, huh?" I asked as I leaned into her more, pressing more insistently against her wet hole.

"Mmm-hhmm," Amanda whimpered as she felt me pushing further, slowly splitting her tight pussy with my thick cock. "Mm-yeah."

"Yeah?" I pressed on, stretching her further, pushing fluidly until I had half of me inside of her. She was a tight one, gripping my cock firmly. "Look at you. Taking my cock. You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," she gasped, "been wanting this since that party."

"You're getting it now," I grunted and gave her another hard thrust. "Taking this fat cock deep in your pussy," I grunted, making her gasp and moan. "And taking it well too. Feeling good, babe? Tell me."

"Uh huh!" Amanda nodded her head quickly. Then her blue eyes went wide as I pushed all the way inside of her. "Fuhhhhhuuuuuckkk!"

My hips began rocking back and forth in quick hard movements. My weight pressing down on her as my cock slid deeper and faster inside of her. Kimberly, I wanted to win. This bitch I just wanted to fuck. Hard. No need to impress or show off. She would know my might, my power, and realize just who the alpha was. She would remember my cock, even if she ever fucked Josh in the future. That was the most important part.

Amanda screamed as I hammered into her relentlessly. I held onto her waist, keeping her still as she flailed beneath me, bucking wildly, thrashing wildly, unable to cope with my frenzied pounding, my cock moving like a blur as it pounded in and out of her.

"Oh god! Toby, Toby, Tobyyyyy!" she squealed.

"That's it! Take it! Fucking take it, whore!" I growled.

She arched her back, trying to move against me, but I pinned her wrists to the mattress with both hands, leaving no chance for her to escape. I slammed into her over and over again, taking my time fucking her how I wanted. I knew there would come a day when I would take Kimberly again and have her all for myself, but for now Amanda would do.

"Gonna cum," I muttered, grinding my teeth.

"Unghhh, me too!" she gasped. Her tight pussy squeezing and milking me, almost urging me to erupt inside her. "Not inside, though. I, ugh, quit the pill a while ago!"

I chuckled and smirked down at her, slowing my thrusting slightly. "Now, why wouldn't I enjoy marking my territory by leaving my load inside of you, Amanda?"

She stared up at me, propping herself up on her elbows, her lips quivering slightly as she panted heavily. "Because I will cut your fucking balls off," Amanda said, breaking the spell for a mere moment.

"Fair enough," I said, forcing a chuckle out so it sounded like I played it off. Something Josh often did.

"Good," Amanda smiled, leaning back down again, pulling my weight onto her. "Because I want that big load all over these huge titties. How about that?"

I looked down at her perfect mounds as they heaved in time with each hard thrust. The way the top curves of her boobs swelled with her deep breaths was hypnotic. As much as I hated to admit it, Amanda was making a solid argument. I hated pulling out, but coating those huge things with my sperm was something that was nearly impossible to deny. Especially with each slam forward her huge orbs wobbled enticingly.

With a low grunt, I pushed forward hard and bottomed out inside of her. One last thrust and I grunted as the pleasure began surging through me, overpowering my senses as a powerful climax crashed through my body. I bucked wildly, almost uncontrollably, but as I felt my cock spasming I managed to yank myself free before the first eruption of semen could empty into her depths.

"Yes. Cover me! Cover me in your cum!" she moaned, cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly, making sure her soft flesh was in my line of fire. "Cover your fuckin' slut with your jizz, Tubby!"

A huge spurt of white messiness flew upward from my tip. The initial strands covered Amanda's breasts and belly with thick layers of sticky sperm. Each further spurt splattering against her breasts in big wet globules. The milky ropes clinging to her warm flesh like glue.

"Good. Very good," Amanda purred and licked her lips as I stroked my still-spurting cock, emptying every single last drop onto her curvaceous chest, painting her ample flesh.

With my eyes locked on my white seed glazing Amanda's amazing assets I was breathless and exhausted, even though the rush was intoxicating and a huge aphrodisiac. Looking up I saw Amanda gazing at the mess I had made, and then looking at her reflection in the mirror opposite the bed. She saw the carnage that my exploding cock had caused.

"Now that was hot," Amanda said and grabbed the head of my softening shaft and guiding me forward, her tongue darting out and licking away a few droplets of seed from the head. "God, I'm glad none of that went inside of me," Amanda teased.

"Shut up, Amanda," I said and slapped my cock across her pretty face, leaving a goopy glob of jizz smeared on her cheek.

"Fuck you, Tubby," Amanda retorted, glaring at me as I backed off of the bed. "I know you'd love for all that cum to be buried deep inside me," Amanda grinned, stroking a hand down her soiled chest and belly.

I started gathering my clothes and left soon after, with not much said. That was the last time I saw Amanda. I tried to contact her later, but apparently she wanted nothing to do with me. Not even in a teasing way. The last thing she ever wrote me was 'fuck you'. I wasn't sure what gave, but I was glad I got to fuck her at least once. Though, in retrospect, I should've bred her.

*

The months after my encounter with Amanda were blurring together. I didn't do much other than continue my college degree and stalk Kimberly, Josh, and Luna. Apparently, Luna had moved in. And not long after, after a lot of reconstruction of the annex, I saw that Linda was also joining the household. Josh was surrounding himself with women, which made me jealous. I knew how women loved to flaunt over Josh's good looks and successful career, how he seemed to be everyone's friend. Yet, I was the one who got his wife behaving like a slut for me.

I couldn't confirm it, and while my self-esteem had taken a hit, I knew Kimberly would never be satisfied again until I was the one fucking her little brains out again. No matter how good Josh was, I was better. She knew it. And she wouldn't be satisfied with second best.

The mere thought of pumping Kimberly full of my cum and claim her as my own made me feel alive and invincible. Even though I had no idea how to make it happen yet. The main obstacle was getting rid of Josh. I was ashamed to admit it to even myself, but I knew for my own well-being that I had to stay clear of him.

Even sneaking up to their house, I had never felt as nervous. I had been lumbering around in the shadows with my binoculars for a while. At least until I saw they had a big dog suddenly, and a fence was slowly erecting itself around part of their property. My paranoia sky rocketed when that happened as I feared he knew I was here.

So, I just stood in the shadows, trying to keep an eye on things through the windows. And in my time in the bushes, I kept envisioning myself plowing Kimberly over and over, and her tight warm married pussy acted as a carrot. Not only her. With time, Luna became a fixation as well, and even Linda. Something about conquering every woman in Josh's life appealed to me. It seemed to be the perfect revenge.

But it would be difficult. I couldn't simply sneak in and fuck them of course. I needed a plan. I needed to be smart about it. And I needed to get one of them to help me. I thought that Luna would be the easiest, seeing as she seemed to be more of the whore than Amanda was. How did I know that? Well, I had found her OnlyFans.

It wasn't the riskiest of pages, mostly teasing shots of her cosplaying, a paid Instagram if you will. Some softcore stuff... nothing too crazy. I was quite surprised to see Kimberly among the photos, but perhaps I shouldn't be. Josh had no spine and no control over his wife, so either she was doing it on her own without his knowledge, or he accepted it just because... well, just because. Who knew with that guy?

I tried to message Luna, feigning being a fan, hoping for some anonymity. I wasn't sure what she knew of the situation between Kimberly, Josh and I, but if there was one lesson Josh had told me, it was caution. Unfortunately, Luna never responded. I tried Kimberly too, on Instagram, but she too never responded. Both of them had substantial followings, Luna more so of course, so I expected that to go nowhere.

Living in complete darkness of what was going on in the Calhoun household was torturous. I knew something was going on. The evidence was right in front of me, yet I had no idea what it was.

But radio silence. For months. It got to a point where I couldn't even find any interesting pics of Luna or Kimberly on their respective social media pages. No updates, nothing. Nothing new to jerk to. And Josh had deleted all the footage I had before, kept my computer where I had all my logins, and went on a scorched earth policy.

I wanted to make a push for something to happen, and perhaps there were plenty of opportunities with Josh traveling so much, but I didn't dare take any chances. I didn't want to get my ass handed to me again. Or worse. As far as I knew, Josh held to upperhand for now. The only card I held, was the assumption that Kimberly would not be satisfied with him for long.

I just had to wait.

*

During my time stalking their household, I got pretty frustrated. Fucking Amanda became a more and more distant memory, and the urge to actually have sex became overwhelming. As well as the urge to get even with Josh. When the pressure became unbearable, I did something I never envisioned myself doing. That's where Sarah came in.

Online dating always seemed like something I should hold my self better than, but at this point I was desperate. I needed to get some relief, and I needed to feel some kind of power over someone. Someone that would bend to my will, for me to gain some sort of control and to make someone else feel small. To regain my sense of self.

Sarah was just what I needed. She was a short girl, just barely hitting 5'3", with an average build and long, brown hair. She was cute, but nothing special.  She was a shy girl, but had some daddy issues, it seemed. Call it a streak of submissiveness, but I could tell Sarah was the type of girl who simply needed a firm hand, and I was more than happy to give that to her.

I met her at a local coffee shop, and she seemed excited to meet me. We sat and talked for a bit, getting to know each other. It didn't take long for me to realize that Sarah was more submissive than I had originally thought. After our initial meeting, we went back to her place, and we barely made it through the door before I pushed her up against the wall and mounted her.

I was rough with her, but she enjoyed it. I fucked her from behind, pushing her face into the wall, and holding her wrists tightly as I thrust deep inside her. I filled her with my seed, and then fucked her again when I was hard again. I took her on the floor, and I took her in the shower.

When I left, I thought that would be it, but apparently, she wanted to see me again. I didn't particularly care, but it meant that we had sex relatively often which was nice. So, she became a great distraction from Kimberly, though not a permanent one of course. If anything, I got to practice my flirting and romantic side, as that was something Josh was quite good at. I suspected Kimberly would like that sort of thing, so I'd learn to deal with it. At least until I had broken her.

Another great thing about having a girlfriend was that she already had an apartment where she let me stay as much as I wanted. I could tell she sometimes thought I hung around a bit too much perhaps, but as she didn't say anything, neither would I. In fact, I took the opportunity to move in with her fully, saving the extra bucks on rent. I picked up a few bills for her, but as little as possible.

So, after some months of dating, I moved in with Sarah. It felt like a new chapter in my life, and it was nice to have a roof over my head. It wasn't like I had made any friends while I was stalking the Calhoun household. 

And sex with Sarah was always something, and moving in with her meant more of it. It was great fun watching her writhe under me with my big frame and big cock. Sarah's eyes would widen in shock every time I'd mount her. She'd scream my name, digging her nails into my back. My heavy body would slam down on her, crushing her into the mattress as I pumped my seed deep inside of her. We almost had a mishap too, but she took care of that.

But still, I needed Kimberly. I craved her, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I needed to feel her, to hear her, to taste her again. The last time we were together, it was magical, and I could still remember how her tight little body felt wrapped around mine, how her eyes fluttered closed when she came, how she moaned my name as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. The way she kissed me, the way she touched me, the way she looked at me. I needed her, and I wouldn't rest until I had her again.

I couldn't quite decide what was best, fucking her while Josh heard it and knew of it, or behind his back... though, for the future, I wasn't sure I had the patience to break him down. I had tried to break him over half a year or so, and that didn't work at all. Even if I broke him down, there was no guarantee he wouldn't turn on me and beat me down again. I knew he could get physical, and I didn't want to be hurt again.

The only way I could distract myself from obsessing over what I had lost was to focus on the only thing I could control: my own body. I stood on the scale one morning and it read 298.8 lbs. And that was with clothes. Progress. I had breached into the 200s. A fleeting moment I remembered the sensation of myself flying through the air as Josh had tossed me. I shook my head…

"Woah!" Sarah squealed, as I was more or less living in her apartment. It was quite convenient than having my own place, besides much cheaper. "Congrats! All that work in the gym is paying off!"

"Thanks," I muttered. She had just walked into the bathroom where I stood naked looking at myself in the mirror.

I still had a big gut, my posture was terrible, but I'm not sure I cared even now. I only worked out as a self-defense mechanism. Judo and MMA training, plus weights. I knew Josh had years and years of experience, height, and strength, but I had a real eye-opener when it came to how defenseless I had been.

"You look hot," Sarah said and walked up behind me, her arms wrapping around my torso, hands on my big belly.

"Thanks," I said again, watching her in the mirror.

"What are you looking at?" Sarah asked, turning her head to look up at me.

I turned around and tried to smile at her. I could feel it not really reaching my eyes, but Sarah seemed to take the smile as genuine enough. I then put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her down to her knees, making her giggle.

"I think I deserve a little reward, don't you?" I said.

"You sure do," Sarah said, nodding excitedly. "But I have classes soon, so please don't keep me for long," she added with a pout. "I also just put on makeup, so don't ruin that. And my hair."

"We'll see," I said, gripping my half-hard cock.

Sarah leaned forward and kissed the tip. Her eyes closed, enjoying the kiss. I gripped her hair and forced her down, making her gag slightly before pulling back.

"Easy," she mumbled, wiping her mouth.

I ignored her and pushed her mouth onto my cock again. With a sigh, I closed my eyes. In my mind, it was Kimberly. I hadn't seen her in months, but it was hard not to imagine those sexy Latina lips wrapped around my cock. My grip on Sarah's hair tightened, and I fucked her mouth a bit harder.

"Mmhmm," Sarah whimpered, her tongue pressing against my shaft as I slid in and out of her.

She wasn't the best cocksucker, but she did a decent job. Her tongue swirled around the tip every time I pulled back. Her lips were nice and soft. And she liked to do this, which was an obvious plus.

When I glanced down I could see her hair was fucked and that her makeup was pouring down her face. Sarah's mascara ran down her cheeks like tears. I felt my cock harden even more at the sight. It was a familiar image that brought me great pleasure. I loved watching women get messy and cum all over their faces. It was such a satisfying visual.

I fucked her face for a while longer before I finally pushed her off. I needed to finish.

"I'm gonna cum," I grunted. "Get ready."

"Yeah? Gonna give me a big load?" Sarah said, stroking my shaft. "I really wish you could be a bit more g-gentle– oh my god!"

Instead of unloading in her mouth and on her lips, I took aim at her forehead. The first few thick strands shot out, coating her hair, while the remainder landed across her face, ruining her makeup. A glob of cum had hit her right on the nose. She gasped and pulled back, wiping the warm semen out of her eyes.

"Oh, gosh," she muttered, but I was already on my way out of the bathroom. "Toby, are you serious? I told you not to ruin my makeup!"

I didn't say anything, just grabbed my phone to see if anything was new. Luna had gone radio silent on her OF and eventually deleted it, and by all accounts, it seemed like the whole bunch of the Calhoun household weren't even in the state over the holidays.

However, with the new year, new possibilities.

I quickly found Kimberly's own OnlyFans account. I was honestly quite surprised to find out that she had one, especially since the big oaf didn't seem too keen on letting Kimberly be the slut she was born to be. Maybe they were easing up again?

That was neither here nor there, I had no idea if Josh knew or not, and it didn't really matter, but it was a significant development as far as I knew. It was the luck I needed, perhaps. She didn't post her face or anything, and neither did she promote it on any of her social media, but when I tried to sign up using her email, there was already an account. It wasn't fool-proof evidence, but checking her birthmarks and moles from the few pictures I had of her, and from Luna's old OnlyFans page, I was fairly sure it was her.

So I naturally made a burner account with a new email, just to be sure, and subscribed to her page. It was again a lot of softcore bullshit, but there was some content that was definitely worth paying for.

I started leaving comments under the photos and videos, trying to get her attention. Also because she looked too good in some of them. Especially when she showed her entire online audience her bare ass. She probably thought she was being smart in leaving her face out of it, but I had enough references to know what I was looking at.

"I'm going out with some folks from the study group," Sarah announced, having fixed her makeup in the bathroom. I grunted my disapproval. While our relationship was built on convenience for me, I didn't like her out and about where I didn't know what she was up to. "I'll see you tonight."

"Fine," I said and went back to watching my phone.

There were a lot of other things she could do instead of going out, but I wasn't about to lecture her on that. Instead, I activated the GPS tracker to make sure I knew where she went. Sarah never did anything special, but I liked the sensation of being in complete control of her.

With Sarah gone I had all the time in the world to jerk off to Kimberly's teasing pictures. Her round ass, her perky tits, her sexy eyes, her dark hair, everything about her turned me on. If I closed my eyes, I could see her eyes furrow and arch as I pounded into her from behind. I could feel her soft skin against mine, and I could hear her moan as I fucked her hard. It was a beautiful sight, and I couldn't wait until I could experience it again.

But this morning, I was quite surprised. Even more than I had been when I initially found her OF. A video. And not just a video. There was a teaser video of Kimberly blowing someone. And not just someone. Someone who wasn't Josh. Her face was blurred, but that didn't matter. I knew better. It was Kimberly. She was sucking some random dude's cock.

My heart raced. There was so much wrong with the situation. But also so much right. So many questions. Who was this guy? No, that didn't matter. What mattered was that she was doing something outside her marriage again. It was luck, yes, but my luck, and I had to capitilize. I rarely ever got excited, but I almost rushed out the door.

My heart raced as I had laid dormant for so long. And it was almost fitting. It had almost been a year since I first moved into their place. A plan was starting to form. She didn't ever reply to my comments or my DMs on the OnlyFans page, and she had blocked me on Instagram(which is how I was hesitant to send her anything from a new account. Creating new burners is a hassle.), but I could probably arrange for us to coincidentally bump into one another. The timing would be perfect, if it was so that her inner slut had caved in her inhibitions.

And lo and behold, the teaser video was linked to a longer PPV video.

"Yeah, get me hard and wet so I can plow your married pussy. That's it, keep going," the guy behind the camera grunted, using his hand to guide Kimberly's head to bob the way he wanted. The idiot had no idea what he was doing. It was almost insulting to watch, as even Josh was more capable than the guy behind the camera. Why had Kimberly settled for this dude?

The video in some ways confirmed that this was behind Josh's back. Josh had drawn a clear line in the sand, that Kimberly were at no point going to get fucked by another guy. So when I bought the PPV video and saw this douchebag clumsily plow her, I knew Josh had no idea.

"Give me all that big cock!" Kimberly cried.

"Such a tight little pussy," the guy said. "Your husband never fucks you?"

"Not like this! Ugh, yeah! Like that!" Kimberly groaned.

I could only imagine how Josh would feel if he ever found out about this. But then again, there was a chance that he would actually like it. He had been surprisingly easy on Kimberly. It was me who took the beating. All I ever did was benefit to his fetishes... and perhaps a bit more than just that.

Kimberly screamed and arched her back, signaling her orgasm. But the guy didn't seem to know how to deal with it, as he pulled out and grabbed her hair.

"Wh–" Kimberly mumbled, but she didn't have time to react as the guy shoved his cock into her mouth and started face-fucking her.

He didn't last very long before he erupted all over her face, making sure to spray all over her pretty face and roughly shoving it back in her mouth. When he pulled out, Kimberly's face was covered in white, and coughing out the rest of his load.

"Jesus fucking Christ, asshole," she muttered and pushed him away.

"Hey! You said you liked it rough! You're such a fucking slut, Kimberly!" the guy yelled, grabbing her throat. And there the video ended.

With a frustrated grunt, I simply flipped over to her Instagram page, trying to take in the details of which gym she went to, which wasn't terribly difficult considering she had even tagged it. Had she learned nothing?

Apparently not.

A plan was forming in my mind as how to broach a meeting with her. I had to be subtle, and I had to make it seem like it was an accident. The only issue was that I didn't want Josh to find out. I didn't want him to hurt me again, and I didn't want to fuck up my chances with Kimberly. She had to think that this was her decision. Not mine.

Secondly, I had to gauge whether I needed to seem like I had changed. I knew that once I got between her legs I'd have her hook, line, and sinker, but before that I had to be more than just a good lay. I had to be everything that Josh wasn't. I had to be dominant, I had to be assertive, and I had to be able to provide something that he couldn't. I knew what she wanted, so it was up to me to give it to her.

I watched the PPV video a few more times, figuring I could do at least better than that idiot who filmed himself fucking Kimberly.

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