The New Tenant - Part 6 (Patreon)

Author note:

Thanks to Joko (Joko44 on Lit) for his magnificent help, especially as he wrote most of the second.... scene. You'll know.

Also to neegan for his!

*

It was the very next evening. I was sitting in bed, Kim laid beside me. We had, at her suggestion, come to an agreement. No more fooling around with Toby the last few weeks he stayed at our house. I knew Kim was very much curious about Toby, so it was just as well to call it quits before anyone did anything stupid. She probably felt like that too, as curiosity can be a killer for anyone. Especially with me leaving soon. On Monday a week from now I would go to Italy and on the Friday it was planned for Kim to come over and join me, then we’d ‘tour’ Italy while popping buns in Kim’s oven.

So now we were back to our normal. I was reading some novel about an unruly knight who had begrudgingly picked up a squire, and Kim was watching some European CS:GO tournament on her phone. I kinda wondered if she had any urges to go down to Toby at first, but as she was enthralled by Natus Vincere versus some Danish team, I concluded that Kim was perfectly fine with not playing around. Maybe she too didn’t like how far it had almost come last night. She had said as much, and from how she acted I had to guess it was true. Not that I think Kim would ever lie, but your body can sometimes betray your logical interpretation.

“Maybe we should get a flat screen up here, too,” I joked, turning off the lights at my headstand.

Kim grunted impatiently, trying to mostly focus on the match.

“G‘Night,” I yawned and turned to sleep.

I slept deeply that night, and woke up suddenly as if I had just fallen asleep. I realized I had had a dream about being thrown into prison. The horrible truth is that in the dream I had never done anything bad, but the fact that I was in jail made me feel guilty nonetheless. After shaking my head I realized that I wasn’t actually in said prison. I was still in bed, Kim was sleeping beside me. So why couldn’t I shake this feeling? Fucking dreams, man.

“Shit,” I thought, and rolled outta bed. “I must’ve been really tired.”

I went down to the kitchen and started making coffee, finding two mugs. When I came back into the bedroom with each our mug, Kim was already awake, looking at me with a sleepy smile.

“Morning, handsome,” she said.

I looked over my shoulder then back at her and we shared a chuckle.

“Me? Good morning yourself, then,” I replied.

We lay in bed together for a bit, listening to each other breathe. Just soaking in the warm early summer morning, looking out at the scenic yard we had. Maybe we one day could get a gardener to something else than a giant lawn, but the green grass looked pretty good too. The smell of cut grass in the late spring, early summer was something I had come to love while moving to Indiana, contrary to our growing up in the trailer suburbs outside of Detroit.

After a while, Kim spoke.

“How are you, mister?” she asked.

“Fine,” I said, and she nodded. “And you?”

“Me too,” Kim answered, sipping her coffee. She reached over to me and squeezed my hand.

“Do you know what I woke up thinking about today?” she asked.

“What did you think about, babe?” I asked.

“The trip to Italy,” she answered, still smiling.

I chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ll have so much fun together over there!”

“Yes, we will,” she said determinedly, squeezing my hand again.

“I wonder if we could spend the whole day at the beach…” I said.

Kim giggled. “Oh yeah, that sounds great! I could lay in the sun all day long! And all the quality pizza and pasta right at our fingertips! Josh, we’re gonna get fucking fat over there.”

I chuckled again. “And you’ll love it,” I said.

After that I got dressed and went downstairs. I poured us each a new cup of coffee. Turning, I was greeted by Kim descending the stairs, wearing a pair of white shorts and a tight white tank top. She looked like she was already ready for the Italian riviera. Kim gave me a kiss and a hug.

“Are we ready to set sail?” I joked.

“Yes, mate,” she said with a smile. “We’re ready to go.”

*

Kimberly was avoiding me. That much was clear to me. Maybe I should have expected it after what happened. But I knew Kimberly wanted it. I had entered her for two seconds, but I could tell how wet she was for me. How easily she would receive me. I knew Kimberly was curious. But again, now she was more or less ignoring me. Not even her nightly visits resumed.

Two can play that game, though. I can play hard to get too. I knew she stole glances when she didn’t pay attention to her actions, when she thought no one was paying attention. While she was avoiding me, we still had some moments where we met each other alone. Monday morning she was doing laundry. I took the opportunity to pretend to check if my clothes were done washing. I saw it in Kimberly’s look. Lingering hunger. She looked like she half expected something to happen, but I just ignored her without even looking at her. I simply checked the washer and left.

Something similar happened later that day, though way less tame. Kimberly was bent over in the kitchen, and of course I was staring. That ass was a magnet for an ass aficionado’s eyes. She was fucking around in a drawer looking for something. When she bent up again and turned, she saw me standing looking, startling a bit. We met eyes, but when she might’ve expected me to do something I turned and left again. It was like she wanted me to do something. But no.

Tuesday until Friday I made sure to not even interact with Kimberly at all. I stayed in my room as I had work to do. Not work as in a 9-5, but as in developing a small mobile app. It would be the final brick in a wall I had been building for a while now. A wall with me and Kimberly on one side, Josh alone and clueless on the other. Basically, I got myself a second phone which would mirror Josh's. When they were in Nebraska, I borrowed his phone to hook it up. So when the opportunity presented itself, I would activate the app and Kimberly’s messages would be relayed to my second phone instead. I had also made several commands that I could activate with codewords from my regular phone which would prompt different messages I had prewritten. Dedicated work gives sweet fruit, and I was plucking the sweetest of all the fruits.

On Saturday Kimberly was alone in the house with me for the first time in a while. Josh had muay thai and other activities, so I made a point of getting out to swim in my trunks when I saw Kimberly mow the lawn. She was wearing nothing but a tied up red shirt stained with sweat, and denim shorts reaching mid-thigh. When I say she was mowing the lawn, their lawn was so big they used one of those mini tractors. I could hear it approach every now and then as I swam.

I came out of the water after a few laps, to find Kimberly still working away. I walked towards her, and she stopped the tractor almost to get out before remembering herself. “Oh,” she said, realizing I was staring at her.

“How is it?” I asked, nodding towards the lawn half mowed.

She looked out and then turned to face me again, smiling. “It’s okay. My arms are aching pretty badly though. I think I’ll take a break.”

We both stood there for a moment. Her eyes were fixed on me, her body tensing up. The anticipation building. I knew she thought about what we’d be doing if this was a week ago. I’d have her on her back on the hood of the small tractor with her hips wrapped around my shoulders while I gave her a world of pleasure, fulfilling her needs way better than Josh would be able to. I liked that. Seeing her almost squirm in thought of what we could be doing right now. A part of her wanted me to. And just before she thought I would, I turned and headed back inside for a shower.

But just to be sure, I headed to the shower behind the kitchen. The one where I had fucked my hands while staring at Kim’s naked perky tits for the first time. I knew she was used to using it after doing yard work, and if the luck was good today, she’d stop by today as well. I’d give her a good peek, but nothing more. As much as I would feel like pushing for more, it was important not to. I wanted us both to be built up for tomorrow.

So while I soaped myself, I made sure to give myself a raging hard on. It wasn’t too hard, all I had to do was think about that hot wife out there all sweaty in her shirt and denim shorts. “Oh, Kimberly… I’ll have you moan my name in no time,” I thought as I tried to envision her face as she would cum on my cock. Sooner rather than later. Time was running out.

Then the door cracked open. Just in time. Or rather, I was ready from the get go, all the soaping was done ages ago. I heard Kimberly enter the bathroom, so I stepped out in all my glory. I heard her gasp before I saw her. But when I saw her I almost went over and fucked her right then and there, damned the consequences. She had already taken off her shirt, and had no bra underneath. So for the first time in a while I saw her raw naked tits in front of me. My cock was pulsing in desperation for some Kimberly induced release.

Kimberly couldn’t even break eye contact with my hard cock. She was so used to playing with it daily, now she hasn't since the weekend. Oh the horny slut was yearning for it.

I did my best to keep a straight face. “Well, hello,” I said, trying to sound casual.

Her tongue must’ve gotten stuck in her mouth. She stared at my dick for a full 10 seconds before finally saying anything, “Oh… hi.”

“What’s up? Need a shower?” I asked, moving aside as if to let her pass. But she stood still. Like she didn’t dare approach me.

“Just working on the grass, so I got a bit dirty, you know,” she replied, still mesmerized by my throbbing member.

“Looks like you’re having fun,” I teased, giving my cock a small flex. “Cutting grass on the tractor.”

“Yeah, it’s a lot of work, but someone has to do it,” Kimberly chuckled, her eyes barely able to separate from my boner for a second as she looked up at me. I could see lust in her eyes.

But that was enough for me. I took a step towards her. She caught her breath, her eyes shooting up to meet mine. I took another, dragging the moment. Then I walked right past her, opened the door without another word, and headed to my room.

I have no idea where I mustered that type of mental strength, but it was necessary. But not for long. I was getting her right where I wanted her.  Kimberly was ready. I could see it in her eyes. Soon it was Toby’s turn to play king of the castle.

*

Josh and I really spent much time together that last week before we were getting separated. We biked, we played golf (which we both were horrible at) and we just enjoyed the warmer climate as summer had replaced May on the calendar. We didn’t even see much of Toby, except in the mornings sometimes, or when he was out swimming. Maybe he too was easing off the whole ordeal. I can’t lie, his lack of persistence was a bit off putting, though.

We had several encounters where I swear to God he was going to try something, but yet he didn’t. I was glad he didn’t. I was so horny when Josh wasn’t here, and especially when Toby was in the bathroom. His cock standing out, lathered in warm water. Pulsing and raging. Like a massive muscle ready to be used.

The sight mixed with the lack of playing around with my favorite tool made my pussy flood with liquid desire. Some part of me wanted Toby to push for something, but my sensible brain knew that could never happen. Surviving the five days alone with him would be a feat. I found myself constantly yearning for Toby’s tongue, and to worship his cock with my mouth. To show him how well I could please him, how much I could make him cum.

Maybe getting tossed by Josh had set him straight.

That was until Saturday.

I lay across a sun lounger when a shadow suddenly loomed over me. I opened my eyes and there stood Toby, his crotch bulging ragefully.

“You’re blocking the sun, Toby,” I chuckled, glancing down and back up at him.

“Take it out,” Toby demanded.

“Listen, I don’t think we’re gonna do anything. Not anymore. Besides, Josh is going to kick your ass.”

“He just left. For some errands, he said,” Toby said.

My heart sank. All week I had been away from Toby, and kept busy and distracted. Now I was all alone with him. Toby moved closer, sensing his opportunity.

“We can’t,” I said. “No more of this fooling around stuff.”

Ignoring my protest, Toby guided one of my hands to his big bulge. Fuck. It was warm even from outside his sweatpants. He was already half erect. I couldn’t help myself, it was almost like a force of habit; I began stroking his dick through the material of his sweatpants.

“You know what happened the last time we did this? You got your ass tossed! Remember?” I chuckled, not wanting to sound mean or anything, but still managing to pull my hand back.

Maybe I was a bit too playful though. Toby took this as an invitation to sit his ass down in the lounger next to mine, facing me while resting his elbow on the armrest behind him. Toby then guided my hand back on his bulge. His dick hardened more and pressed against my hand.

“You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? About how good it felt?” Toby said, meeting my eyes with his beady stare. “You know what I mean.”

I did. Last time, Toby teased me about a bridge too far. Letting me feel a small pretaste of how it would feel if he were to shove his cock inside me. My hand shot away from his crotch as if it scolded me.

“That’s why you’ve been so distracting yourself lately? Scared what will happen once we’re alone together? A bigger dick than your husband is a bit too intriguing, isn’t it?” Toby pushed further. “But now we’re here. Both of us, and no Josh around.”

I felt my heart rate increase with Toby’s implication. I knew I should stop him, but I lay paralyzed listening to his words against better judgment. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding, knowing full well where Toby was taking this. He had made his intentions clear last time.

“I mean, I’m leaving soon anyway so…” Toby said, trailing off. “Don’t play coy. You know exactly what you want. You’ve been wet and excited every time we’ve seen each other. You want my cock. You know I’m bigger, and you’re wondering what else I might be. How it would differ…”

I couldn’t answer. Toby’s words were like poison to me. They caused a fire in my belly. I knew deep down I had in fact been distracting myself, and I had been thinking about it. Toby took my hand for a third time and guided it to the front of his pants. He was fully hard now. Without thinking I grabbed his dick hard through his sweatpants, jerking his swollen shaft slowly.

Then without another word, Toby rose from his lounger and took his sweatpants all the way off. I felt his hardness against my hand, but only for a moment as he moved to the end of the lounger I was sprawled back on. He then lowered himself, planting his knees between my knees. I wasn’t fighting him. I was just looking at him as he guided himself into position, feeling my labored breath and my pulse banging in my head. It was like I wasn’t present at all. I was so out of it.

I looked down and saw Toby put his giant cock head at my red bikini covering my pussy and push. It was happening before I knew it. I should have stopped him, and Josh was just away for an hour or so, but my body betrayed me. Toby’s want was relentless, and the way we had been playing into the fantasy of ‘helping’ Toby had my mind in turmoil. My head and rationale said ‘no’ but my body and curiosity screamed ‘let it happen’. My head jolted back and I fell back on the lounger with a groan.

“He’s too large,” I thought. “So fucking big…”

“You’d like that, Kimberly?” Toby snickered, full of himself. I squirmed at the use of my name. “Look how close I am. My much bigger dick is right outside of you, inches away.”

Toby was right; I wanted what he could give me. I could feel his huge cock stretching me as it pressed against my pussy, the small bikini fabric shielding my fidelity. If he slid that aside and pushed… It would be so easy for Toby to slide his cock inside of me. Instead, he was sliding his cock up and down my slit, back and forth along my clit. Toby groaned as he teased me completely. I guess, I was groaning too, it was almost painful how his cock affected me in that moment.

“Fuck that feels good,” Toby moaned, continuously giving me small thrusts. He was stoking a fire deep inside me, adding more to it each time he rubbed me up and down, occasionally pressing at me.

“God, you’d be so tight,” Toby groaned, leaning in closer, breathing deeply. “Imagine it inside of you, Kimberly. Stretching you… I know Josh isn’t this big…”

“No… we can’t,” I gasped, but not really stopping him either. Toby had a big fucking cock, and as tempting as it was, it was just not something I could do.

The two of us were locked in our own world, me with his throbbing cock buried against me, and him with his eyes closed, panting. I tried to wrap my arms around his girth, but Toby stopped me, pushing my hands above my head and onto the lounger, still gliding his thick shaft and head along my labia and clit. Both of us wanted it bad.

“No, let- ugh- let me have you,” Toby demanded, slowing his pace. I looked up at him as he guided his other hand to the back of my neck, pulling me up.

Without thinking I met his lips and kissed him, letting his tongue explore my mouth while still humping his cock against me. His foreskin gliding with each slide. Toby then took his hand from my neck and guided my legs around his waist and bucked harder and faster. He was grunting and moaning. I clenched my eyes shut to focus on the turmoil of emotions Toby wrecked me with. Pleasure, guilt all mixing together. I couldn’t believe how we both would cum from not even fucking. Just plain dry humping!

“Fuck, you’re so fucking big,” I groaned in between his lips, feeling him hump me, causing my breath to get caught with my words. He couldn’t even reply.

“So much bigger than Josh,” I blurted out. I had no idea where it came from, I just said it as if just stating a simple fact. More to myself rather than anything. A reminder.

Suddenly, I felt Toby pull away. I opened my eyes and saw him holding his throbbing cock at the base. I didn’t understand at first in my dazed mind, but I realized I had almost made him cum.

Then after a small breather, Toby leaned in and slid back onto me. I moaned louder this time, fully welcoming the pleasure his shaft would bring me. Toby sat back up and started thrusting hard and fast, pressing his shaft against me. He grabbed me with his free hand forcing me to look at him.

“Look at me,” Toby commanded.

I nodded my head and focused on his eyes. Lustful and desperate. He was so pent up from almost fucking me, he was savoring me fully. Toby bucked harder and faster. I could feel him throbbing against me. Part of me yearned to feel the same feeling, but inside.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to fuck you hard, right?” Toby groaned.

I didn’t reply. I was too focused on his throbbing dangerously cock. And besides, I couldn’t admit to that. I had been thinking about it ever since he put that thing in my face, even if I had come to terms with it being nothing but a girl's imagination.

“Tell me,” Toby demanded.

“Yes, I…” I started, just able to stop myself.

“Say it!” Toby almost yelled. “Say you want to fuck me!”

“I-I- I can’t!” I whimpered, my voice quivering. “God, you’re so fucking big.”

Toby smiled an evil smirk, probably taking in how close I was to relenting.

“Tell me,” Toby demanded again, rapidly sawing my slit and clit with his fat hog. “Tell me who is bigger!”

“You’re so much bigger, Toby, Jesus, ngh, fuck,” I groaned without even thinking.

Toby grinned his evil, smug knowing grin. He slowed his thrusts, then let out a long, drawn-out groan. I felt him throb and twitch. I had been such easy pickings for Toby and now I was practically begging for him to fuck me. To slide my bikini aside and fulfill his week-long teasing-conquest.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Toby said with a strained voice.

And just when I thought he meant he was finally going to fuck me, I felt his presence disappear. I opened my eyes and saw Toby hike his pants back up and disappear down towards the house. Neither of us had cum, so where the fuck was he heading? Was he really leaving me in such a wreck!? What the fuck! Where the fuck did he learn such self control anyway!?

I couldn’t believe how close I had been to letting that happen. I was so fucking close to cheating on Josh! By some miracle was I able to stop him… but did I truly? Toby was the one who pulled away. It almost made me question whether he really wanted me in that way or not. Had he come out with the purpose of teasing me? Or did he simply lose patience and interest? And more importantly, why did I care?

If it was for the purpose of teasing me, he fucking did the job alright.Just before Josh left for Italy? It was almost like a power move to move in on me before Josh even had flown across the ocean. And I felt almost powerless to stop him. I felt manipulated and a little hurt, honestly. My body was so close to betraying both me and my husband. It was like the ignoring and the temptations of the last week had me so pent up I was almost paralyzed to stop any advance.

I would have to be way more determined when we were alone. Probably utilize the same tactics as before, stay away as much as possible. I couldn’t stand how much I wanted it. But it would be a mistake that could never happen. Truly, I barely felt I was present for any of it, to be honest.

*

It was finally time to leave. Kim drove me up to Indianapolis in our new black F150. I say ‘new’, but it was from 1995, but it was freshly bought through the car company we had bought into.

“Remember to buy magnets and vineyards, then,” Kim joked, as I was checking in.

“And you remember to water the flowers,” I joked. I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, and even felt a small flick of the tongue. I pulled back and said, “Okay enough of that, or I’ll get hard as a rock before taking off.”

“Well, if there is a sexy toll guard that needs to frisk you, I guess you’ll find some release,” Kim whispered. “Flog you in the bathroom, eh?”

“Where’s this coming from?” I said, perplexed. Maybe our last airplane escapade gave Kim some ideas. I didn’t mind those ideas, though.

“Oh nothing. Just keep your ass in line while you’re over there,” Kim said, smiling wickedly.

“Am I getting punished if I don’t?” I teased back. “What was it? Flogging?” Kim smiled, turned me at my shoulders and shoved me to move along.

“Miss you too, babe,” I joked as I let myself get guided towards security.

“Jokes aside, I’m gonna miss you, Josh,” Kim said as we reached our destination.

“It’ll only be five days, babe,” I said, pulling her into a hug, feeling her head rest at my chest. I sunk my nose into her hair and drew in her scent, wanting to remember it for as long as possible for the next few days without her.

“See ya later,” Kim said, leaning up for a kiss.

“Alligator,” I replied, turned and walked over to the security line.

*

Finding myself back at home again, the house was quiet. Maybe it was just magnified by the lack of Josh gallivanting around. Sure he was not always in the house, but we hadn’t been separated a whole lot since we started officially dating in high school, except for a few days here and there. Five days apart would probably be a record, though. But it would make our reunification so much better.

Honestly, I was dying to get over there even now. Butterflies galore. Part of me wanted to join him, but lumbering around waiting for him to do his business stuff was not something I liked the prospect of. Though, of all the places I wanted to go in the world, Italy was one of them. I don’t know who loved pasta more between Josh and I, but getting it straight from the source was something I really looked forward to.

The first thing I did that night, which is something I never had done before. I locked the door to my bedroom when I went to sleep. I didn’t think Toby would creep up on me like that, but it was more like an act of symbolism. Like, locking myself away from him. Then I laid out some plans of how to keep myself busy tomorrow. First I’d go for a run, take a shower up here in our bedroom and then head out for errands. What errands? I’d have to make some up. I didn’t want any more mistakes to happen while waiting to join my husband.

The next morning I woke up to a text from Josh. He had arrived at the hotel and everything was great. The hotel was pretty standard, but alright enough for now. Can’t complain. When in Rome, heh heh. Though he was closer to Venezia. We had agreed on keeping to texts as much as possible and rather call over the phone when Josh had settled for the night. The reception wasn’t always the best either, so best save the conversation for when it was stable.

So it was way past noon when I talked to Josh. We mostly chit chatted about Entrendy, until Josh got beat. It was late over there and he had a long flight and had to get up in the morning. Apparently, on Wednesday they were going to Torino to some ski resort. In the middle of the summer!

“Lucky you,” I jokingly pouted. “Not all business then!”

“Yeah, I had no idea. Hospitable people over here, gotta say,” Josh replied.

“You’ll get a winter tan in the middle of June. That’s fucking ridiculous,” I laughed. “Is it like way up in the mountains?”

“I think so. I heard the reception might be a bit spotty up there too, but we’ll see.”

Our conversation trailed after that, and soon it was time for him to hit the hay.

“How is Josh doing in Italy?” Toby asked.

It was later the same evening. While I tried to avoid him, it was of course inevitable. I was eating some wild-caught snow crab from Red Lobster I had delivered earlier, and Toby had come stumbling in. Either he smelled the food, or he smelled something else.

Seeing him more or less for the first time since… since he almost fucked me… well, I was a bit nervous, not gonna lie. I just hoped he didn’t do anything I had to reject. I was regretting getting so close to a mistake as it was. It couldn’t happen again. I hadn’t come clean with Josh yet, and I had no idea how he’d react. He had pretty clearly put a line in the sand, and Toby had been so close in violating it.

“He’s good. Apparently they’re going to Torino on Thursday. Or is it Wednesday? Hard to tell with the timezones,” I replied, trying to keep it cordial but short.

“What’s in Torino? Isn’t it called Turin by the way?”

“You can’t translate names. The Italians call it Torino and so should we,” I replied sternly. “There’s a ski resort there apparently. Even in the summer.”

Toby didn’t reply. He just seemed to think about something else. Was he even paying attention? God, I was kind of getting annoyed with him, honestly. He expected me to suck and jerk him off all the time, at least before, but he couldn’t be fucked to pay attention when I talked? Instead, he said nothing, went to the fridge and searched for something to eat. I took the last bite and disappeared up to the office to game my fucking ass off. Best way to let out frustration.

*

So Wednesday, night to Thursday, would likely be the day of reckoning. I would activate my little mirroring application and fully make Kimberly mine. Making her think Josh was okay with it through some cleverly crafted texts. It was not the optimal way, but I was on a deadline, and I’d convinced her she was meant for me when I first breached through an endless amount of lovemaking. I had already given her a taste, I just needed to give her a reason to go for the full meal.

Just to be sure, I researched the reception which Josh was staying at. It didn’t really matter, but for the sake of believability it was a good factor to be sure about. Kimberly had to feel that it was okay to make such decisions without an actual phone call. It was as if everything aligned itself for me and Kimberly to act like a couple should. Relentlessly and with unhindered hunger.

What sucked about this plan was that I had to keep Josh at bay by giving him bullshit replies and asking about this and that. Luckily, you can just google “how to talk with your partner” and find a bunch of bullshit there I threw at Josh. It didn’t really matter, other than to not have him try to reach out by any other means than over text.

*

Next day was torture. Toby was constantly teasing me with his huge cock that morning. It was weird for a body like that to be a teasing one, but when he walked in wet swimming trunks it was hard to not see what he was hiding underneath. The barrel was always right there, ready to go. And now that it was hard to even talk with Josh, my brain was especially fogged up.

So Tuesday I biked and I ran, ate out but in the end I had to get home. I gamed like crazy, talked to Josh over text and headed to bed. Wednesday I also talked to Josh who was on his way up to the mountains. But later the same day, as I scrolled Instagram in the kitchen, while waiting for matchmaking, I received some fucking shit news. The fucking pandemic shit fuck was blossoming the fuck up again for fucks sake. And fucking Torino fuck was particularly extra fucking hit. Which fucking meant, no fucking travel for fucking ten days. Which again meant that Josh was stuck up in the resort with little reception.

“Which means the flight is canceled,” Josh wrote, conclusively, following shortly after with, “luckily insurance covers the price at least….”

“Fuck!!!” I muttered, but perhaps a bit too loudly.

“What’s up?” Toby asked, coming in from his daily morning swim.

“Fucking pandemic,” I answered.

Toby gave a nod and started briskly walking down the hall. I heard his naked heels rapidly walk down towards his lair. I shrugged my shoulders, and turned back to my phone. I didn’t really reply to Josh right away. The prospect of yet another ten days without my husband was mind numbing. I wouldn’t even be able to travel over to Europe in the meantime.

A minute or two later, Josh wrote again.

“Listen, I know I can’t be there and I know how we called off the fantasy… You know with Toby, but seeing I won’t be back for a minute… I think I can ease on the restrictions. You know what I mean.”

That was odd. Firstly, it wasn’t really reading like Josh wrote. And secondly, I had been the one who had been placing the restrictions. Maybe talking about this again had put him in an odd mood. Plus, it was getting late over there I guess.

However, I wasn’t entirely sure about the prospect, or where Josh was going with this though. I had sort of come to grips with not doing anything with Toby, and at this point one thing would lead to another. So if Josh asked for this, he better know what he was asking for. There was no going back once it was done. I would have ten potential days alone with Toby, if Josh was really saying what I thought he was saying.

And even then, even with the taste and the ‘permission’, I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to. Josh and I were a couple and that was how I wanted it. Sure, I liked to play around, and I thought it was hot when Josh did too, but like Josh, I was comfortable with a line in the sand.

“I don't know. You sure? It’s pretty far out there. Idk if I even wanna,” I wrote back.

“I'm just saying, if you want to, it’s okay. Just send me photos and videos… Idk if i'll watch them or not, but it would be nice to be included,” Josh wrote back almost immediately. He was really sure about this then. Both from his reply and how fast he came back with it. Then my phone pinged again with another deadly message, “Just go down and suck his cock right now, then see where it leads. You have my permission, I promise.”

I still couldn’t quite believe Josh was really asking this. So I waited a few minutes to see if he wanted to pull out. I wanted him to, in fact. But he didn’t. “U absolutely sure?” I wrote, wanting there to be no doubt. And even if there was no doubt, I wasn’t sure if I was up for anything. It had been a long day, and honestly, I was tired. And perhaps some part of me was scared. Scared what it would mean if Toby got his clutches around me again. I had faltered before and I didn’t really want to risk anything more.

“Yeah, no problem,” Josh wrote back, quickly adding, “I'm heading to bed. Have fun! :-)”

So that was it. Josh was heading to bed. I canceled the matchmaking, took my phone and moved to the middle between the lounge area and the kitchen. I looked down the hall and into the hallway. To the right were the annex where Toby was no doubt sitting there jerking off or gaming that fucking trash game he plays. What was it again? I shrugged my shoulders, walking out to the pool instead.

*

I expected Kimberly to come down at any moment. Minutes rolled by. It started to dawn on me that she wasn’t coming down to my room. I had done everything right, why wasn’t she here? With Josh out of the picture there was no reason for her to not enter my room and let me claim her as mine. What was going on?

I pushed away from Guild Wars 2 and made my way towards the hall to see if Kimberly was even on her way. It was risky to meet her like that, but I was sure I could make some excuse why I’d be looking for her. But lo and behold, no Kimberly in sight. She had been matchmaking for League a few minutes ago. I made my way down to the kitchen and saw that she was not even here. Scanning out past the windows I saw that she was out cleaning the pool.

Maybe it was poetry. Take her out by the pool again? Kimberly disappeared into the poolhouse. I decided I could probably make my move out there. So I made my way out and up on the deck under the shade. After what seemed like hours, Kimberly came out. And of course, my cock started to come to life as I sat down on a wooden patio chair.

Her hair was wet from showering in the poolhouse and now she wore a white one-piece bathing suite. There were drops of water trickling down her shoulders, droplets coursing down her tan olive skin. She looked so sexy. I wanted to jump her then and there, but there was a pool in the way. My hands clenched into fists as she made her way around the pool to my side. To my dismay she walked over to the ladder.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound calm.

Kimberly didn’t say anything, just smiled at me.

“This is all your fault,” I said, trying to remain in a playful tone. That's the way around Kimberly, at least for now.

She laughed and walked up the small steps to the patio deck. Once she stood a few feet from me, she traced down my seated body and looked down at my obvious bulge. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“You know exactly what I mean,” I replied and stood up. Now it was me who looked down at her.

Kimberly came up close to me. She stood looking up at me. Her face was inches away from mine and our bodies slightly touched. I saw that familiar fire in her eyes.

“You think you're gonna need some help with that?” she giggled. I nodded.

“And what kind of help would that be?” she asked.

Kimberly wanted to tease me, but I was having none of it. I leaned in and kissed her. It was hard and aggressive, but also soft and tender. I had seen it on film. I loved how she responded to me. I felt her whole body melt against me as she wrapped both arms around my neck. I heard her moan and I tasted her lips and tongue. I needed more, and I couldn’t wait.

I pulled back and pulled her with me, guiding her to a round table. Moving my hands to her neck strap I pulled the straps of her one-piece over her head. Her breasts were flawless. Round and perky, with perfectly sized brown areolas and erect nipples. I bent down and licked her tits eagerly, causing even more moans from her.

With some assistance from her we managed to drag her one-piece down her legs and throw it aside and as I stood she was finally fully naked. I moved a hand to her nipples and rubbed them gently with my fingers. Kimberly moaned louder, and pushed herself against my hand.

“Oh god!” she whispered. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening…”

I couldn’t help but love the admission of what was going to happen.

I moved my hands around to her back and onto her delicious ass cheeks, giving her squeezes and rubs. With my hands full of ass cheeks, I lifted her up and pushed her back on the table. I saw the lust in her eyes. But I didn’t want to take her. I wanted to break her. I wanted her to realize she belonged with her legs spread and with me between them. And for that to happen, I needed her to succumb to her own desires. So instead of entering as my desperate cock wanted, I deliberately backed off and started to turn and walk away.

*

I had closed my eyes to brace for the initial impact. But it never came. When I expected yearnful pain and pleasure as that fat hog entered me, I received none. I opened my eyes and saw Toby having taken a step back, nowhere close to yanking his shorts down. In fact, he was looking like he was about to head off yet again.

“Where the fuck you going?” I asked briskly. Was he gonna leave me like this?

I had been sucking his dick, he had been eating my pussy. We had a few encounters that had come so fucking close it was fucking stupid. And now I had the green light and he was gonna back off? Maybe it was childish of me to think that way, he had no way of knowing. Josh tossing him through the room no doubt put the spooks in him. But I was buck naked on a table in front of him? I was not about to let him just walk away.

“We shouldn’t,” Toby started with a small smirk. The bastard knew! He knew what effect his cock had on me.

“But…” I started, wanted him to do it anyway. I had my hall pass and it wasn’t going to go to spills. But indeed. Toby did nothing. He looked at me, expectantly.

“God damn it, Toby!” I moaned annoyingly. Why was it so hard to say out loud? I gave a big sigh and met his beady, dark eyes. “Could you… could you fuck me?”

“What’s that?” he asked quietly.

“I want you to fuck me,” I reiterated. “Please fuck me! Fuck me with that fat hog!”

Toby licked his lips and took a step closer again. “Why?” he asked. I looked at him dumbfounded.

“Why?!” I asked. “Why?! Because you have a big fucking cock you’ve teased me with for months now, and now I want you to shove it into me and fuck me silly, you big fat bastard!”

Slowly a smile crept across Toby’s face. He knew. He knew I wanted it bad and that he held all the cards.

“Bigger than Josh?” Toby asked. I nodded slowly as I met his eyes, done with this game of cat and mouse. Done with all this teasing.

“I want you to fuck me, Toby, but before you do, let me just… I need to make sure with Josh,” I explained. Toby turned and handed me my phone. “He sorta gave me the green light, but better make sure,” I said while writing Josh.

*

I had sort of anticipated this. I just hoped my program would send the right message back, I hadn’t had much time(nor access to Kimberly’s phone) to debug properly.

Kimberly wrote a message, which I was able to read upside down, “Last chance before your girl becomes a hotwife.” Soon after a reply came, as predicted. “Have fun :-)”.

Her expression calmed to a resigned state of mind. Kimberly then tossed her phone aside and looked up at me, biting her lip and with her eyes glazed with wanton lust. I scanned her body in silence. Perky, slender. Yet curvaceous just enough in just the right places. Good hips, a trim ass. Tits slightly mushed as she leaned back on her elbows on top the round table. Her brown eyes flickering between my sheathed cock and my face.

“Fuck me,” she almost whispered. “Please…”

It took a great deal of self-control to behave calm and collected. I wanted to rail her so bad, but I also wanted to not seem like an over eager virgin. So I slowly moved my hands to the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down until they fell on their own. Kimberly let out a small gasp as she yet again saw my cock sprang out.

“Yeah? You gonna shove that big thing in me?” she asked in an almost defiant tone as I took position between her legs. Though her voice was laced with curious lust. “I’ve wondered what it will like be for a while.”

“What have you been wondering?” I finally asked, aiming my cock at her entrance with one hand, holding the back of her left knee with my other.

“How it will fe-guh- Oh… SHIT!” Kimberly jolted as I had pushed at her entrance.

At first her pussy wouldn’t budge, so I pulled back and pressed even more. And more. And even more. I pulled back and pushed hard. Then, a wave of unbelievable pleasure washed over me as I entered Kimberly’s tight embrace. She gushed around my girth just from the penetration alone! In a matter of seconds she went from talkative to a moaning mess. From a wife to a cheating slut, moments set apart.

“Ahhhhhhh! Oh FUCK!” she screamed as she felt my cock enter her. “You’re too big, Toby! Be careful! Fuck! Shit!”

“And you’re fucking tight!” I groaned.

I held still for a minute letting both me and her catch our bearings. I had to make sure I wouldn’t cum too early. I looked at her face as it furrowed and contorted in realization of what was happening. But this time, without any restrictions from Josh. As far as she knew, we were all on the up and up.

“Could you… ugh, could you go a bit deeper? I wanna feel how that thing feels,” Kimberly groaned.

I pushed in a bit more, giving her what she wanted. But only a little bit. I wanted to keep her on the edge a bit more. I only gave her another inch of my broad long cock. I pulled back and pushed forward, not going any deeper than where I had just been.

“Fuuuuck!” Kimberly moaned regardless. “I can’t– I can’t– believe this… I feel so stretched.”

“We gonna keep fucking after this?” I asked her, thrusting into her deeply.

“Ugh, you wish, ugh,” Kimberly groaned, defiance still coursing her body. No matter.

“Oh, I think you wish! You like the size?” I asked daringly, slowly building up my thrusts, though not really going deeper still.

“Fffuck yeah. It’s so big! So fucking big!” Kimberly groaned, squirming with her back against the table, from just my head and a few inches stuffing her. She even spread her legs back and hooked them with her hands to hold them wide for me. “Good girl” I mused.

“Bigger than Josh?” I asked, struggling to remain calm.

“Much bigger, Toby! You’re so much bigger! Fuck!” Kimberly said with a shaky voice. “I can’t believe how much your cock fills me up! You’re so deep!”

I damn near came just at that. I had to be careful so I wouldn’t cum too fast. Though I had plenty of time to make up for shortcomings now. Now that we got started, there was no reason to hold back. If I came early I’d just fuck her again. I knew she’d let me.

“Still much more to go,” I teased her, daring a few slow thrusts.

Finding a safe rhythm I continued to pump her. I wanted to really fuck her. Fuck her brains out. But that took stamina. While I jerked off three times before, I still had more planned for this coupling. So slow was the strategy. I wanted to teach her who fucked her the best, and why. Still, Kimberly was moaning every second despite the slowness and me not even giving her the full length. And even I knew that she was getting close already. I could tell from the way she was squeezing my cock.

“Ever been fucked like this?” I asked, a drop of sweat starting to trickle down my temple.

“Fuck! OH FUCK! No, never! Jesus!”

I started to pound her harder and faster, despite not going deeper. It was risky but I was confident she was close enough. Each thrust was met by another groan from Kimberly, who had fallen prey to the fullness of my cock. It was such a wonderful sight to see this feisty princess in a state of pained pleasure. Squirming and moaning as I fucked her desperate body.

I reached under her legs and folded them up against her chest. I had seen it in a video, and now I knew why they did it. This gave me better access to her pussy, which in return was twitching and gushing at the new angle, as I never ceased thrusting.

“You like that, Kimberly? Like me fucking you?” I asked, picking up speed again.

“Nguh!” Kimberly responded.

“Yeah, thought so. You like me fucking you instead of Josh, don’t you? Finally?” I teased, knowing this would be the truth in a matter of days. Kimberly started to pant uncontrollably as I spoke to her. Even I knew what that meant.

“Are you ready? Ready to cum? Ready to cum on a cock who isn’t Josh’s?”

Kimberly moaned her agreement as I pumped myself into her, unable to utter any significant sentences. Her pussy was so wet that it was sucking on my cock, making me slide smoothly up and down with my shaft. She was breathing raggedly, and gasped when I dropped my hips a bit and started shoving my cock into her at an almost upward trajectory.

“Fuck! Guh-fuh! Tob-Toby! Faster! Harder!” she demanded.

I of course complied, pumping her harder. My balls were slapping against her ass each time I plunged deep. I could feel her muscles constricting my cock in place, not letting me leave. It made it almost hard to thrust.

“Toby!” she yelled, “FASTER! I’m getting so f-fucking close! Right there, right there!!!! Don’t you fuh-guh- don’t you fucking suh-stop!”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I picked up my pace and pistoned my cock inside of her over and over again. I had never done anything like this, yet I was able to fuck her into a huge orgasm regardless. I couldn’t believe everything I had built up over the months finally was being fulfilled in full magnitude, and with such success. I was fucking Kimberly and was about to make her cum. Succumb. The final piece of the puzzle. Give her every reason to want it again and again.

“I’m gonna cuh-cum, Toby! Oh, god! I’m going to fucking cum!”

Her words were music to my ears. Her moans and encouraging words were driving me closer myself. I was getting dangerously close. I closed my eyes to focus om the pleasure Kimberly gave me. I kept thrusting for dear life, and there it was. Suddenly I felt the warmth of her juices coating my cock. Her mouth hung open before letting out loud whimpers, jagged moans and pained whimpers. I wanted her to experience all the pleasure she could handle. As her orgasm hit its peak, she clamped her legs around my waist and grabbed my forearms, and I felt her pussy spasm. I kept pumping her until I just couldn’t hold it anymore. There was no stopping me now.

“FUCK!!” I yelled as cum shot out of my dick into Kimberly’s magnificent pussy. The rhythm I had built was hard to maintain as she drained me so viscerally. I even became lightheaded.

“No! Not inside!” Kimberly moaned as I shot my load.

Being in my own world, I ignored her request. I was way too sensitive and out of it to even consider what she had said. There was no way I was gonna cum anything but inside her at this point. She gripped me so magnificently there was no way I was about to pull out. My cock exploded over and over, and it was like nothing else I had ever experienced. I pushed into her as my cock twitched over and over, flooding her insides with my sperm.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” Kimberly groaned, tilting her head back, trembling from cumming herself. “There’s so… much… ugh nguh…”

I managed to give her a few thrusts through her orgasm, but in the end I had to hold tight within her for a few seconds before I had to pull out. I was just too sensitive. Kimberly had utterly drained me. I just layed on top of her for a minute or two before rolling off, feeling spent. My legs were quivering. I found a wooden pillar with my hand and supported myself so I could collect myself.

And like that, I stood up and retrieved my pants, dressed and left Kimberly dripping on the table. She was laying there with her legs spread, thick white goo oozing out of her, with her eyes closed. I could only imagine what she was dreaming about. Kimberly was completely out of it.

“You want more? You know where to find me,” I said confident she would indeed want more.

With shaky legs, I then went back to my room, feeling accomplished and happy. I got my girl, and now I left her in a mess. Letting her know her place as my toy to play with. More would come later, as I was a man on a conquest mission.

*

When I walked up on that deck I had no idea I was about to get the biggest dick I’d ever seen inside me. Toby overpowered me and fucked me right there on the patio deck. He even made me ask for it. Even with the lack of skill, his mere size was enough to make me see stars. He had struggled to get inside my tight pussy and hadn’t even stuffed me with his full size!

I thought I’d feel worse about it, but honestly, I was happy about having finally done it. Now I didn’t have to wonder. Nor did he, I guess. At least I got to feel it once before Toby left. It was nice to not have to wonder about all the what ifs, so in that way I was grateful for Josh accepting this, even encouraging me. I wasn’t sure where it came from. I wasn’t usually an overly horny person, and I was perhaps sometimes a bit self-conscious. But something about Toby just drove a wilder part of me to the surface.

“So I did it,” I wrote to Josh. He responded almost immediately. Had I caught him awake?

“How’d it go? You like it?” he asked.

“Hell yeah,” I wrote back. “It was nice to check it off the bucket list. But I have to ask something…”

“Wht?” Josh wrote.

“Should I even get off the pill now? I mean I dont think we will fuck anymore now that we got it out of the way, but his pull out game is pretty weak ;-)” I responded. Toby had not only a weak pull out game, he more or less did as he wanted. Like he always did.

“I thought you were already off it…” Josh replied.

“Really? You sent me into his clutches knowing the risk?”

“Isn’t that hot?” Josh wrote. I stopped at that. Was this the same Josh I knew? What had happened? It was so naughty, but I guess the risk could be considered hot. The danger of someone else knocking me up… Hmmm, maybe…

We had come a long way since just me getting the occasional cum blast on my chest. And Josh had been accustomed to some depraved shit over the months. Though, I knew why Toby did that. He was conditioning Josh to more and more depraved behavior, and as fucked as it it was, I had been a willing participant in doing so. It was just a bit of fun after all.

“Hotwife,” I said out loud. I just had to taste the word. And the significance of it.

And so my gears had started to turn once again. I hadn’t even noticed, but I was clasping my left tit as I read and reread the last message from Josh. I didn’t think I’d sleep with Toby again, but now that Josh got me going and there was no Josh around… ‘You want more, you know where to find me,’ rang in my ears. Toby was so confident I wanted more. Without thinking, I made my way back inside…

*

As I laid there alone in my now empty bed, my mind raced thinking about the small incident on the deck and Toby’s humongous cock. I couldn’t believe how big he was. As much as I loved Josh and was very satisfied with his size, Toby was just on another level! Or length is a better word… and girth…

He made me feel things that I had never really felt before. Sex had always been good, but Toby just filled me in such a way, and touched places all at once that barely had been graced before. He just made me feel so good! And I was urging for more. I still felt somewhat guilty that I had fucked someone else that was not my husband, but at the same time, I was loving the thrill of how wrong it was. I felt like a naughty girl, especially with how Toby, and me to some degree, had our fun trying to have Josh do more and more depraved behavior. Maybe this was why I had gone back to my own bed instead of Toby’s. Or maybe I hoped he would come up here. Could you imagine? Toby fucking me in the bed I share with my husband. No. Some things have to be off limits. I didn’t know where this could possibly lead me. But Josh’s blessing to fool around with Toby had certainly softened the blow of my infidelity.

Now that I was completely alone in my house with this big dicked perv, my heart pounded in excitement and arousal. The very idea that we could do whatever naughty-nasty things we liked while my husband was halfway across the world was so hot to me for some reason. I originally thought fucking Toby would be a one time thing, but the more our freedom to do whatever dawned on me, the more I knew that it had to happen at least a few more times. At least to get it out of the way.

My hand slowly drifted down my stomach and down into my crotch as I conjured up reels of imaginary scenes of me and Toby fucking everywhere in our house. Snaking my hand under my panties, I began to slowly play with my sensitive pussy lips. I bit my lips feeling how wet I was already. I continued to carefully play with my pussy thinking about my imaginary sex scenes.

Then, remembering what Toby had told me earlier today I bit my lip. “You want more? You know where to find me.” Those words reverberated in my mind. It was so bold, so arrogant. I couldn’t help but love it. Some small part of me wanted  to be his little fuck thing, for Toby to submit and fuck me. A part of me hated that I was getting so aroused at fucking my pervy tenant, but I was quickly coming to terms with my needs, and since my loving husband gave me a free pass, I might as well use it the best I could while it lasted.

Withdrawing my hand from my crotch, I sat up and climbed out of bed. Lifting my large t-shirt over my head and dropping my panties to my ankles, I took them and threw them into my laundry basket. I didn’t even bother inspecting how my naked body looked in the mirror. “I can’t believe I’m gonna do this again…” I muttered to myself. But my doubts were quickly drowned out by my body’s depraved desires. I knew where I wanted to be. Taking one last deep breath, I exited my bedroom and downstairs, carefully tip-toed my way down the hall to Toby’s room fully nude.

My heart raced in excitement as I got closer and closer to his ominous lair. Even my toes tipping across the marble sounded like it was tenfold. Reaching his closed door, I raised my hand up to the door knob. Subconsciously biting my lip, I slightly hesitated, before promptly grabbing the handle and turning it open. I knew that once inside, I was signed up for whatever nasty stuff we may end up doing. Slowly closing the door behind me, I locked it. I knew that we were alone in the house, but the very idea of being locked in a room with Toby to do nefarious activities was so hot to me.

Scanning the bedroom, I saw that it was almost pitch black in here. The only thing illuminating the room was the moon emanating from the window. As my eyes dilated, my vision in the dark void became slightly better. I cautiously walked forward and continued to scan my surroundings. He certainly wasn’t at his computer, so turning my attention to his bed, I could barely make out a large blanketed mound resting on top of it. “There you are,” I thought.

Inching closer to his bed, I was able to better make out the large mound. It was suspiciously still. But I ventured onward until I reached the edge of his bed. Now that I was closer, I saw that his body was fully covered with the blanket. “Strange,” I wondered. He seemed to be asleep considering how still the blanket was. Raising my hand forward to poke the mound, I was startled by the blanket suddenly gaped open, releasing a gust of musty air straight into my nostrils. Before I knew what was happening, I felt my arm getting grabbed and I was yanked into bed and under the blanket.

“Augh! What the fu-,” I exclaimed, before my mouth was shut close by Toby’s big pudgy hand.

“I knew you’d come back for more,” he said in a low voice. I could only breathe heavily through my nostrils. Now with the blanket full over our bodies, the thick musty air of this self made atmosphere filled my olfactory sensors. I quickly concluded that the origin of the smell was probably from him jerking off all the time in bed. Then, I felt Toby snake his free arm around my slim torso and pull me closer to his. Feeling his bare skin touching mine, I gasped realizing that he was naked as well!

“Mmmfffhmm!” I groaned into his sweaty palm. Sensing that I was trying to say something, he released himself from my mouth. “Ugh, what the fuck, Toby?! Have you been waiting for me under here the entire time? And how did you know I was in your room?” I hissed.

“I just knew you would come. And I was just priming myself just for you,” he explained, grabbing a handful of my supple ass cheek. My eyes widened at the sudden sensation of something warm and wet sliding across my bare mound.

“Oh my…” I gasped. My body was already starting to heat up with arousal. Musk filled air under the blanket, combined with his alluring sex organ poking against me was really making me all hot and riled up.

“You feel that, Kimberly? It wants to be inside of you again. Don’t you want to feel it inside of you again? Well, since you’re here I assume so,” Toby quipped.

Rolling my eyes in the dark void, I sigh, “Yes… Let’s fuck again. I need to feel your big cock inside of me again…” I could hear Toby give a small snicker in the darkness. He was loving this right now. Then, feeling his arms reach around my head, he pulled me forward and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned, feeling his big tongue playing with mine as we sloppily began to swap fluids with each other.

I could tell Toby was very eager to fuck me considering how intense, how sloppy make out session was getting. Feeling his whole body shifting closer to mine, he removed his hand from my ass, and grabbed the back of my left knee, pulling it over his hip while dragging his cock to align himself with my entrance. Now that he had more open access to my exposed pussy, he thrusted his hips forward. “Mhfmm,” I moaned into our lip lock feeling his cock head poking my now wet slit.

Then with one hand on my hip and the other wrapped around me to gently cradle my neck,he pushed his throbbing cock in. My body quivered in pleasure feeling Toby’s cock drive deep into my love canal. My core was on fire feeling him stimulating all my pleasure neurons to its full extent. I instinctually fully wrapped my leg over his hip, pulling him in even deeper. Our kissing only grew hungrier as he began to thrust his big juicy cock in and out of me. I snaked my arms around his wide neck so our tongues delved deeper into our wet orifices.

Every thrust from Toby was sending me into pleasurable shock. His monster cock just reached so deep inside of me. He hadn’t even shoved the whole thing in yet! It was hard to comprehend what that whole thing would do to me if he went even deeper.

Then abruptly the soft sawing from Toby’s huge cock came to an abrupt stop. Up till now a brewing sensation had been building inside of me with each thrust, but now Toby put it all on halt.

“Oh, guh, Toby! What the – Don’t stop, Toby!” I moaned sheepishly at Toby.

Toby grinned, looking down as he seemingly bulged inside of me. How stretched my poor pussy was. And I could feel how deep he was getting, and how much further he could get. Toby looked at down as if staring at a trophy.

“If I continue I might end up ruining you for Josh,” Toby muttered in a low voice.

A shiver went up my spine.

“Oh God,” was all that I was able to reply with.

“You like how I feel inside of you?” he asked me, which I nodded eagerly back at. “How much I stretch you, how much bigger and deeper I am? I bet you love it. I’m only halfway in and deeper than Josh has ever been.”

I looked up at Toby, meeting his eyes. Toby grinned even more smug. Slowly Toby started building up his sawing motions again, sliding his big dick back and forth in me.

“If I go deeper, I’m gonna ruin you,” Toby said. “You’ll only want to be filled like how I fill you after that. Is that what you want?”

I shook my head at the question, though the answer in my clouded mind was on the contrary.

“Say it, Kimberly,” Toby grunted down at me, teasing my depths with his cock. Just those small tasters felt amazing. I shut my eyes and tried to relive the short lived sensation, wanting more. But Toby held firm. Why couldn’t he just do it? Why did I have to answer? Toby usually didn’t give a fuck about asking, so why now?!

“Is Josh this big? Does he feel this good?” Toby asked.

“No!” I moaned finally.

“No?” Toby asked, “No what?”

“No, Josh isn’t as big, now fuck me!”

Toby didn’t reply right away. He instead pressed his cock in to me in a slow, deliberate fashion. My mind was shooting stars as I felt Toby enter new untouched territory. I saw stars and rainbows as I got filled up like never before. Then a hollow feeling as he pulled back, only to grunt in a satisfactorily manner as Toby plunged back in. He steadily build up a decent pace as he thrust his monster inside of me with vigor.

“I’m ruining you, Kimberly. Right now, you’re getting ruined,” Toby moaned in my ear. He found a steady pace and rhythm. “I’m still not all the way inside,” he whispered, sinking his lips into mine.

I don’t know why that triggered something in me. Kissing Toby. But it felt extra wrong, and extra good. I was being a bad girl. So I moaned into his mouth as I started kissing back. Toby on the other hand pressed harder and harder in me, keeping the same deliberate tempo. More and more of Toby went inside me until I felt his huge balls crash into my ass.

“What do you think now? You think we should stop fucking?” Toby asked, departing my lips, looking down at me with a devious smirk.

“N-no,” I answered, feeling my orgasm approaching with a roar.

“So you want this to continue?”

“Yes, fuck yes!”

“Tell me, what is happening now that I’m all the way inside you?”

“F-fuck, what? What are you–”

“Tell me, Kimberly,” Toby grunted, giving me his all for a few thrusts.

“FUCK! You’re ugh, you’re ruining the shit outta me!” I grunted and moaned, my orgasm exploding. “FUCK! Fuck me! Ruin that shit! FUCK! YES OH FUCK! Ri-right theeeere! YES!”

“So you want us to continue fucking?”

“YES! You fuck me so good, what the fuck!” I whimpered incomprehensibly.

“Even if Josh wants us to stop?”

“Ugh, ye-yeeeeessss!” I replied, not really in the state of mind to know the significance of what I replied to. “Ruin me! FUCKING -ugh - ugh - rui-in m–”

Pushing faster now, Toby picked up the pace with more forceful thrusting, giving me his all. It was magnificent! I couldn’t believe this dude was such a stud, and how he just kept hammering me! I felt on another cloud as Toby battered my insides. How did he get so good? He was sending me from one orgasm to the next!

“Should I stop ruining you?” Toby asked.

“NO!” I answered in almost desperation.

Our fucking really started to raise the temperature under the blanket. Our nostrils flared out and we breathed heavily to accommodate our nasty activities. I could feel our mushed bodies begin to get moist and sticky with sweat. God, what we were doing felt so wrong, but so good!

“Good little wife,” Toby replied.

He rolled his burly body over mine and slid his mouth onto mine again, dominating my own mouth with his fat tongue for a few before pulling back up again. It was almost like a display of his will imposed on me. I could feel the strings of our mixed saliva falling around my lush lips and face. Toby wheezed and groaned in pleasure in rhythm with his thrusts, almost as much as he had me whimpering beneath him. “You like how my big cock feels inside of you?” he grunted.

“Ah, yes. I fucking love how you’re stretching my married pussy,” I moaned, as our passion calmed down for a bit. But only for a bit.

“Augh, yeah? Isn’t my cock bigger than Josh’s?”

“Mhmm, fuck… Yes, it’s bigger than Josh’s” I replied. Toby was really insistent on this, but I was happy to give his reply. It was the honest truth after all.

Feeling his cock slam against my cervix with such force that made my head dizzy, I wrapped my legs around his wide waist and pulled him in deeper. “Augh, ngh, SHIT! Toby, you’re going to make me lose my fucking mind!” I wailed.

“Good. Ah, I’m gonna enjoy making you mine while your precious Josh is gone. I still can’t believe that he let you have sex with me,” Toby snickered deviously. “Heh, such a foolish mistake! Hah, I’m gonna enjoy making you addicted to my big cock. How big and much better I am. And by the time he gets back it will be too late. You’ll want nothing else. You will be mine!”

His words made me nervously aroused. I loved Josh and nothing will change that. But the way Toby was fucking me made me scared that his cocky aspirations might be true. With every thrust of his cock deep into my love canal, I slowly fell deeper into the depths of depravity. And I was starting to get intoxicated by this taboo feeling. Would I be able to say no, knowing what he could do? Did I want to say no? Now, in the moment, my defiance felt like a farfetched prospect.

“Augh, Toby! Mhmmm, yes yes yes, keep fucking em like that!” I begged. Toby obliged and began to thrust even faster than before. My neurons in my core were burning. He just filled me up so good! I could feel every single detail of his juicy shaft sliding in and out… in and out…

“Gah, so… tight…” Toby wheezed. “I love ruining this married pussy… shit…”

I was starting to feel the musty humid air under our little sex cacoon start to get thin. Toby’s thrust slowly waned and with every gasp and breath of air, I could feel myself suffocating. Thankfully, Toby sensed this as well, and he promptly removed the blanket from over us. We let out a gasp of relief feeling the brisk open air sweep down upon our sweating bodies. This new fresh breath of air rejuvenated our fornication and we began to fuck each other even harder.

Toby laid on top of me for an unknown amount of time. I was too immersed in this intense fuck session to even keep track of time. Has it been minutes? Hours? Who knows. All that I knew was that my well endowed lodger was lodging his tool deep inside my soaking pussy. I had a series of orgasms that left my brain fucked silly. I was running on pure instincts to mate.

“Augh, I’m gonna cum…” Toby finally announced with a whisper in my ear. I was too weak to say anything to him. All I could do was give him an alluring moan. Which might have sent him some wrong signals.

“Fucking cum…” I mewled. “Cum, Toby! Cum!” My tongue lolled sexily out of my mouth as he pounded me into oblivion.

“Okay! I’m gonna cum deep inside of that tight pussy! I’m gonna shoot my superior sperm into that baby box of yours!” Toby groaned. My eyes widened hearing his words. I didn’t want him to cum in me again! I tried to say something, but my words were choked up in my throat and instead sultry moans came pouring out of my mouth. I couldn’t talk as I was dealing with my own pending orgasm.

“Augh! Shit! CUMMING!” Toby bellowed heavily.

Planting his cock head directly into the entrance of my womb, he let out ropes of his hot thick cum, painting my inside with his cream. “So… full…” I moaned as he filled me up to the brim with his cum.

“AH YEAH! I’m claiming this pussy! This pussy is mine!” Toby proudly said as he gave me several more good pumps before collapsing onto me.

We gasped for air as we laid there. He left his meaty cock in my pussy to soak. I could still feel him twitching inside of me. Every twitch sent electric jolts of pleasure up my spine. God, he fucked me so good. I was really getting scared now about Toby’s claims to make me addicted to his cock. I didn’t want to be his free to use slut! But mhmm, did he fuck me good. This is going to be a long few days without Josh…

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