Cuckold Consequences - Ch 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2

I stared blankly at the whiteboard wall as if it was an endless void. Sticky notes and a million different little multicolored dry erase notes, arrows and acronyms and examples tried to span that vast space. Usually, it would all make sense to me. My mind would take the mess and organize it, and then from that mess I’d translate it onto my computer, ironing out all the bumps and bugs so that the proposed project would flow and be user friendly. But my head couldn’t come down from the clouds, or rather up from the depths of the hell, I felt I was in.

Gwen was on the other side of the glass conference table, leaning on it with her hands and talking fast and technical with Scary Carrie. My eyes drifted to Gwen’s blouse, one of the top buttons was undone and I could see the slope of her cleavage. It was hard not to look. There was evidence of lace, purple by the looks, that denoted her bra holding those amazing breasts. I had to readjust in my seat, trying to be discreet, but because the conference table was glass it was hard to be inconspicuous.

Scary Carrie had her hands in the air, a red Expo marker in one hand and the cap placed on her middle finger on the other hand. The woman had earned her nickname, and unlike some people, she owned it. She’d even gotten some stickers printed up and slapped them on her laptop and other accessories that declared “Property of Scary Carrie. Don’t make me go King on your ass.” She had a short bob of dyed white hair and shocking pink eyeshadow that made her grey eyes pop. Her figure was slim but with curves like rolling hills that swayed in all the right ways when she was rushing down the stairs. She refused to take the elevator, saying she had to stay in shape and going to the gym wasn’t her thing. Her black sweater and black jeans fit nicely and though they were fairly simple, they had the air of sophistication like some aristocrat.

I watched the two bicker over the placement of buttons, how they would lead a customer/user through the experience to get them to the end goal of the site we were working on. It didn’t really matter ultimately what the details were, it was always the same. Get the user to become a paying customer. Everything had to work towards that one goal. And then from there, make sure that they were happy with the experience and could get where they needed to go, to give the client more of their money.

Next to me, Jami had their headphones on, a large pair of neon green Bose, their laptop open and clicking around other sites at lightning speed, checking out the competition and other examples that we were trying to emulate. Their hair was cut tom-boyish short and was a deep nut brown that had a natural shine to it that most of the girls at the company envied. They tapped at their little gold nose ring, a little tick they had when they were deep in thought. I wasn’t sure if they were actually listening to something or just keeping their headphones on to stay out of the conversation. They wore an old acid washed jean jacket, shredded up pink jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of pop-tart cat throwing up a rainbow. Jami always pushed the bounds of the dress code.

I sat back and looked up at the ceiling, hands scratching at my head as I tried to pull myself up out of this horrible funk. But how was I supposed to do that? My marriage was all but over. I couldn’t shake the feeling, the thoughts, that it had all just come crashing down. But that didn’t seem right either. I hadn’t talked to Julie about any of this. Maybe, if I just went up to her and sat down and had a heart to heart we could work it all out. Maybe she’d understand and tell Devon to take a hike.

But then the vision of her being pounded into our bed. Screaming bloody murder as she was forced to have orgasm after orgasm. That look in her eyes of lust and desire and complete and utter surrender was undeniable. She was lost in this world we’d stepped into. One conversation wasn’t going to end it.

A sharp whistle made me jump and nearly fall back in my chair. I grabbed hold of the table and kept myself from tumbling over and looked at Gwen, standing with her arms under her breasts and giving me a raised eyebrow. “Earth to Tom. Did you hear my question?”

I leaned forward and pushed my laptop away from me so I could rest my elbows on the table. “Nope.” There was no point in trying to fake it. I hadn’t heard a thing they were saying.

Gwen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with a very loud and over the top sigh. “Well, I guess I can’t blame you. I think we’ve just hit a wall.” She turned on her heel to look at the whiteboard. Her skirt was defining her posterior really well.

I put my face in my hands. I needed to stop objectifying my Team Lead and get laid or something. My brain was already fogging over again with that obstructing feeling men got when they had a buildup of arousal that they hadn’t been able to release. My little snap off this morning hadn’t been enough, it seemed.

“Okay.” Gwen turned back, hands on her hips. “Let’s take a break. Go… I don’t know, get some more coffee and a snack. Take a walk. Do something to get our minds off this for a while and come back in twenty.” She looked at her smartwatch. “Yeah. Twenty. Shoo, shoo.” She waved her hands at us.

Jami looked up from their laptop and reached for their large boba that was sitting on the table. They weren’t going anywhere, it seemed. Though, they did migrate away from looking at websites to starting up some online game that I couldn’t for the life of me figure out.

I pushed myself up and headed for the glass door. Every conference room was essentially a glass box, putting everyone on display except for the one whiteboard wall where they could project powerpoints, videos, or write all over. I pushed out into the hall, hearing Gwen muttering something about changing… something. Probably still going over the project, even though she’d told us to take a break. The woman was a machine and hardly ever stopped. But damn if she wasn’t good at her job and friendly to boot.

The break room was bustling with people grabbing their lunches from the fridges, getting snacks from the machines or the free ones that were put out. There was a slow hum of noise and chatter that helped keep my brain in a state of static. I grabbed another cup of coffee, probably my seventh of the day, and robotically walked out of the room towards my office. I stirred the coffee absently as I walked.

My phone buzzed. I stopped in the hall and gave a quick look around. The hall was empty. I pulled up the message from Julie.

Thought you deserved a treat.

Below the message was a selfie of Julie in a bathroom, one of her feet propped up on the countertop. She’d removed her pants and her pink, low cut thong was clinging to her pussy. Clearly defined and the smooth indent of her slit enticing.

I stared. I wanted to be titillated. Aroused. And yes, my dick did jump. How could it not? My wife was attractive. And I loved her. Fuck, did I love her. But all I could think as I stared at her flashing her panties was, did she show Devon first? Did she show him more?

I locked the phone and shoved it in my pocket and marched to my office door, wanting to just shut myself away for the twenty or so minutes I had before I had to go back into that stupid fish tank and go over which page should go where for… what was even the site for? Some energy drink or wellness product. Maybe an MLM or something. I couldn’t remember. Probably not a good sign. Maybe I should just go home. At least Julie wouldn’t be there and I could…

I pushed open the office door and stepped in.

Gwen froze, standing in the middle of the office with her skirt folded on the desk and a pair of dark jeans in her hand.

My eyes locked on hers for a second and then shot down to see she was wearing a pair of strappy, low back purple panties that rested high on her hips and clung to her pussy so tight they almost looked like paint. I stared at her crotch, and then my eyes bounced back up to meet her gaze.

“Um… mind at least closing the door?” She didn’t look away from me as she bent down to start putting on her jeans.

In a daze, I let the door go and it closed behind me.

——

Julie finished buttoning her pants, giving another quick look towards the bathroom door, nervous someone might come in even though this restroom was on a largely deserted floor. Very few  people came to this floor since Cloud Creative had restructured and renovated the building. They’d left the fourth floor as a sort of limbo for storage, random meetings, lunches, parties. It was a catchall for events and whatever else anyone could think of. As such, during the work day, it was typically empty and this bathroom, at the far end of the floor, was especially quiet and secluded.

Taking a look at herself in the mirror, she straightened her blouse and brushed back a few strands of hair from her face. Her eyes darted back to her phone sitting on the counter. Usually Tom would have texted back by now. Selfies of her underwear were always a treat for him, especially lately. They hadn’t had sex in… what was it, a month? Something like that. He must have been backed up, even with all the masturbating he’d been doing watching Devon fuck her. But a hand was never a satisfactory replacement for a pussy. 

She’d been sure to tease him over and over, making that desire build up so that when she finally lifted the embargo on her intimate areas, he’d be ravenous. There was a part of her that shivered just thinking of Tom grabbing her and just using her like Devon did. Of course, that wasn’t her husband’s style. But a girl could dream. So far he hadn’t texted back. He hadn’t even replied to her text this morning. He must have been really busy.

That must be it.

Julie caught her own eyes in the mirror and saw something… worry. She shook her head. There was no reason to worry. Tom loved her and she was in love with him too. Sure, their lives had changed in the last several months, but that love hadn’t. Maybe it had shifted a little, from a beautiful caterpillar into a new blossoming butterfly. Devon was a cocoon that had made that transformation. Okay, so the metaphor was flawed, kinda stupid, really. But it was apt enough.

A buzz from her phone made her heart skip, and she grabbed it, hoping it was Tom texting back with some thirsty message.

It was Devon.

Of course. She’d sent him a picture too, before she’d sent her panty picture to Tom. Devon got something more intimate, she’d pulled her panties aside to show the smooth slit that was still a little sore from last night. As professional as Devon was in the workplace, he still wanted pictures throughout the day, some more chaste than others. She’d sent this one voluntarily. No request needed.

Usually her pulse quickened when Devon texted her, the anticipation of what he would want from her or what he might say or ask, but this time there was a little drop in her stomach, seeing that it was him instead of her husband. She pushed the worry away and opened the message.

Room 409. Five minutes.

It was blunt. It was short. Julie was already out the door and walking towards the office on the opposite side of the floor from the bathroom before she’d even finished reading the text.

Her heart began to race. As she marched in her heels, she kept an eye out for anyone that might be lurking on the empty floor, but it was deserted as usual so she made it to the old office without notice and slipped inside. The room was still furnished with a desk and a couch with old mauve suede upholstery. A fake plant stood in the corner and the one, tall window to the side of the door had yellowing blinds that were tightly closed. The windows at the back of the office were open but tinted against the morning sun, reflective on the outside so no one could look inside.

Julie started to undress, slipping her pants off and folding them, placing them on the empty desk. Next was her blouse, stripping down to just her sheer pink underwear and heels. She took a seat on the couch, leaned back and opened her thighs wide so her panties were plastered to her pussy. It was only a minute later that Devon came in. No knock. No sly peeking in, just barging in like it was his office.

The door clicked shut behind him and he turned to see her on the couch. Julie put on her most sultry look, hands on the inside of her thighs caressing her skin as she felt Devon’s eyes scour her. As much as she enjoyed this, it also drove her crazy with nerves. What if someone decided to come to the floor? What if there was a sudden surprise party? What if? What if? But the thrill was part of the arousal and it had quickly become addictive.

Loosening his tie, Devon smiled. “Touch yourself.” His voice was gruff, no nonsense. He undid his belt under the pudge of his stomach, unzipping his fly as he came closer.

Julie moved her hand to her crotch and began to rub along the sheer material covering her slit. Her breath was coming in short little gasps as she watched Devon tower over her. His pasty skin and hairy arms and scruffy face looked sweaty. The harsh overhead lights didn't do his complexion any favors. His pants fell to the floor and then his boxers quickly followed, the massive pole between his legs dangling deliciously. It was beginning to rise and harden already and Julie felt her breath hitch as her finger traced her clit inside the panties.

He pulled his tie off, eyes never leaving Julie’s as she touched herself. His button down was dangling around his waist. Julie was panting as her pussy became warmer from her circular touches along her clit and folds, pressing the thin material against herself, feeling moisture soak through.

There was still a part of her that couldn’t believe she was doing this. That she was so readily following this man’s direction. Devon was not the sort of guy she’d ever have let touch her, not under normal circumstances. It wasn’t necessarily because he looked slobish. If he’d shaved and taken just a little better care of himself, he’d have been almost a teddybear sort of cute. It was more his personality that was detestable. 

Devon was arrogant. He felt like the world owed him something because of how he’d been treated in grade school and highschool and, no doubt, in college. As smart and talented as he was, he just wasn’t valued by the masses and was rejected or bullied. Now that he was an adult, most of that was behind him, but he still carried that chip on his shoulder.

Every look from the man had this air of condescension. Entitlement. But that was also what was strangely attractive about him. Not at first, of course. That first night at the Christmas party, Julie had been almost disgusted with him. But seeing such a massive appendage, well… some things could be overlooked in light of a greater reward. Devon had worn her down over the next weeks and months. Encounter after encounter, starting with Tom being present and the couple having boundaries. But Devon broke each rule. Pushed them further and further into a world of depravity. He started taking Julie when Tom wasn’t around. Devon would film and take pictures, sending them to Tom, to tease him. Now, they were doing things alone. And even though Julie would come home and tell Tom later, that changed too.

Julie started having sex with Devon and never telling Tom. He still didn’t know about several of the things she’d done with Devon and others at his insistence. Devon had broken a conservative wall inside of Julie and the flood had come rushing in. Sexual pleasure and depravity and eroticism that she thought had only existed in stories and on websites. Devon had opened Julie’s eyes to a whole new world, and she didn’t want to go back to that dark and dismal life of plain sexual intercourse. She wanted to FUCK.

The look in Devon’s eyes, dark brown and burning, told Julie he viewed her as a slut. Holes. A woman to be used for his own gratification. She was his. It sent chills through her and her fingers pressed harder against her clit as he came to stand directly in front of her. His cock was stiff. Leaning down, he wrapped his tie around Julie’s neck and carefully tied it so that he could pull on one end and the loop would tighten, like a noose.

Julie trembled as the silk gripped her neck tightly, making her breath catch as her windpipe was constricted just a fraction.

“Pull those aside.” Devon instructed, looking down at Julie’s panties, holding the end of the tie in his hand like a leash.

She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers pulled the soaked material aside. The smooth labia was puffing and slick with her juices, her need.

“Open.” He growled, lips turning up in that telltale sneer of condescension and entitlement.

Julie pulled open her lips, showing the glittering pink of her inner sex.

Devon moves closer, his thick cock head gently pressing against the tight slick opening of her vagina, probing. Pressing, then moving back, making Julie groan as she watched his massive dick preparing to stretch her.

“Tell me you want it.” He breathed the order, expecting a quick answer.

Julie looked into his eyes. “I fucking want it. I want your cock inside me. I need you to stretch my little pussy…” Her words cut off as the tie tightened around her neck. Devon slid inside her, stretching her tunnel wide as he moved smooth and firm, never stopping until he was down to the root inside her. Julie groaned like a feral animal.

“Yeah…squeeze that married pussy. Show me you love it.”

“Yesyesssss oh fuck I love your cock Devon. Please! Please fuck me with it, please.” She groaned, head falling back as she struggled to breath against the tie around her neck. The inner muscles of her vagina squeezed his girthy member as he held it inside. As wet and slick as she was, her lips and inner walls were gripping like a velvety vice. Devon slid back out slowly, then thrust back inside.

Julie’s tits jumped in her bra with each thrust. It was forceful and direct. The sort of motion that spoke of domination and ownership. Devon owned her. Julie was his, body and mind and soul, if only for this moment.

The motion continued, in and out of her slick folds. The noise from her pussy was loud in the empty office. Echoing so crudely that Julie blushed with embarrassment. Devon was mostly silent, in control, watching her, holding the leash/tie and thrusting in steadily and rhythmically. Every time his cock bottomed out inside Julie, his balls smacked her ass, hairy and coarse, starting to irritate the skin on her cheeks. Her mons started to turn pink with his pubic hair scratching at her sensitive smooth skin.

“I fucking love it.” She gasped, her pussy clenching.

“Cum on it Julie. Cum on my fucking dick you slut. I want you to feel how wide I’m stretching you. How much bigger I am than Tom. That limp dick could never make you feel like this.”

The words stung. They always did. She loved the dirty, kinky sex talk. But the talk about Tom, about how he was a ‘limp dick’ or ‘pathetic’,’ always itched. She loved her husband. And he was actually really good in bed. Not like Devon, of course. Devon inspired an inferno of lust and desire. Tom had been her first, and the feeling of him was… it was love. Not fucking. If she was honest, Tom had never fucked her. He’d only ever made love to her and as much as she enjoyed that, she now knew there was more to life than just the passionate intercourse of a married couple.

Devon picked up the pace. Grunting between thrusts as his balls began to fill with his thick load and slapped more firmly against Julie’s ass.

“Yesyesyes like that. Please. Please fuck me, sir. Please. Oh god I’m gonna cum!” Julie was breathing hard, labored, the tie so tight around her it was nearly choking.

“Take it. Take my cock. You fucking love me, don’t you. You love me fucking that slutty cunt. Stuck up bitch, always looking down on me. Now where are you? You’re spreading your married legs open for my cock. Taking my cum. You’re a fucking whore. My whore. Say it.” He gave her cheek a slap and she gasped, tears pooling in her eyes. It wasn’t hard enough that it would turn her cheek pink for too long, but it had been a surprise.

“I’m your whore.” She gasped between shaking thrusts and the rushing orgasm that was flooding through her veins.

“Married whore. Say it!” He grit his teeth and glared down at her, pulling the tie tighter.

“Ma…married….wh…whor…whore!” She gasped, trying to breathe.

“That’s right. Fucking whore.” Devon’s words were becoming pitched and strained as he started thrusting harder, faster, leaning forward, dropping the tie and putting his hands on the back of the couch, bracing himself as he began to pump into Julie like he was in a race. The slaps of skin, wet splashes from her pussy made the whole room echo their sexual soundtrack and smell more and more like lust and sweat. “Take it. Take my fucking cum in your married whore cunt!” He leaned down and kissed Julie hard on the mouth, passionate and possessive.

Julie cried out into his mouth as her orgasm burst over her like a firework, and then Devon’s cock began to pulse and throb and shoot his massive ropes of cum inside her pussy. Coating every little nook and cranny and wall. It painted her cervix, dripping and sticky. She could feel it. His thrusts continued as he ejaculated inside, the cum starting to leak out around their seal and dripping down her ass crack.

They shook together in their mutual orgasms, riding the pleasure of being stretched, being clenched, and letting their fluids mix and drip before finally taking slower, more measured breaths.

Devon moved back, his cock popping out of Julie’s pussy. It was thick and wet, and it uncorked a thick stream of cum oozing out from her little hole. “Cover that up. I want it inside you the rest of the day.” He ordered as he pulled his tie off her neck.

Julie lay on the couch for a moment, catching her breath, feeling the thick semen dripping and clinging inside and out. Her hand reached down automatically and pulled the little panties back, effectively closing off the flow and making whatever leaked out stick to her skin. She touched her neck, hoping the silk hadn’t made any marks.

A shadow fell over her and Julie looked up seeing Devon putting his tie back on and standing in front of her with his messy cock hanging between his thighs. He glanced down at her as if he was waiting for something. “Well? Clean that up cunt.”

Brushing back her hair, now a bit sweaty, Julie scooted forward on the slick and now messy couch cushion, and leaned in beginning to lick around the cum dripping head of Devon’s cock. She let her lips glide over it, kissing and sucking. Her tongue darted out and licked along the veins, the skin, tasting the sweat and juices and cum. Leaning down she licked the cream around his base and the bits that had dripped down his heavy sack.

Devon reached down and bounced his cock on Julie’s face as she was suckling his balls. The grin on his face was so misogynistic. It was everything that Julie had fought against in her life trying to be a professional woman. Independent and strong. Now she was degrading herself for this massive cock and she just couldn’t feel bad about it. Maybe she was betraying her sensibilities, but it was for mind blowing sex. Wasn’t that an even trade?

She moved around, kissing every inch of Devon’s massive dick. Sucking the tip to get out any lingering cum and licking her lips, swallowing the little drops that squeezed out onto her tongue. The groans escaping her lips and throat were pornographic. She’d always thought those girls were faking it, and to be sure most of them were. But that fake experience was based on reality in some way. And this was it. Desire and surrender. Julie made out with Devon’s limp cock, her saliva coating it and sliding down it as she licked up every trace of her juices and his cum.

It went on for minutes, but they seemed like much much longer before Devon unceremoniously stepped back. “Enough.” He turned away and went to pick up his pants. Bending over and flashing his hairy fat ass at Julie with his balls and cock hanging between his thighs as he pulled his boxers and pants back on. He was done with her for now.

That was fine with Julie. No matter how fast or short the session was with Devon, it left her exhausted. She looked up at the old, yellowing tile ceiling and let her mind drift for a few heartbeats before she heard Devon walk out the office door. Once he was gone, she got up and walked to the desk where she’d left her clothes. She pulled out her phone to check her emails and messages.

Work was mostly quiet thankfully, but she did have a meeting in about half an hour so she needed to clean up so she didn’t walk into the conference room smelling like sex and looking like she’d just been railed.

Tom still hadn’t texted. 

She knew he’d seen the message, they had read receipts on. So why wasn’t he replying? Work couldn’t be so crazy that he couldn’t at least shoot off a quick emoji, could it?

She chewed at her lip as she got dressed. Constantly looking at her phone, wondering if maybe she should call. She used to do that all the time during lunch hours. Just to say hi, that she loved him, to talk about dinner or whatever they might have planned for the evening. But it’d been a while… how long? 

Julie paused as she was buttoning up her blouse, realizing she couldn’t remember the last time she’d called Tom during the workday.

Something in her stomach flipped. She put a hand to her chest, feeling like she had heartburn. Suddenly, everything felt dirty and closed in. Grabbing her phone, she quickly pulled up Tom’s contact and hit call.

The phone rang. And rang.

And rang.

Julie gripped the phone, pulling it from her ear and looking at the screen. A picture was displayed of Tom with a wide, sweet smile. His hair longer than he kept it now. She was on the edge of the picture, lips puckered, kissing his cheek.

The phone kept ringing.

And then it went to voicemail.

——

Gwen shimmied her jeans up her thighs, surprisingly toned and pale, then over her ample bottom and quickly buttoned them and zipped them, pulling her blouse down to hide her taut stomach. “Well, now that you’ve got an eyeful, what can I do for you?” She loosened her hair bun, and let her auburn waves fall around her shoulders, running her fingers through it as she walked around to the other side of her desk and sat in her chair.

“I…uh… sorry I didn’t mean…” I stammered, the image of Gwen’s panties and the clear view of her vagina burned into my brain. This wasn’t helping my blue balls issue at all!

“Chill, Tom. We’re adults. And I’m sure you’ve seen it all before. If we went to the beach together or the pool you’d see just as much.” She grinned and leaned back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest.

I swallowed hard, a lump in my throat so big I felt like I was going to choke. It was hard to meet Gwen’s eyes. She was right. We were adults. This really shouldn’t be that awkward. But still… I’d seen a crease in her panties…

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop that thought from taking flight. “Right. Sorry again. I really didn’t mean to barge in…” I looked back at the door, shaking my head at how up my ass my head must have been to misjudge Gwen’s office with mine. She had a freaking picture of Spider-Gwen on her door, for goodness' sake.

“Yeah, what’s with that? Ever hear of knocking? I mean, a girl could be changing…” She cocked her head and kept that playful, cute grin on, but her eyes betrayed the curiosity she genuinely had.

I slouched down in one of the chairs she had facing her desk. “Sorry. It was an accident. I was distracted and just walked into the wrong office.” I pushed a hand through my head and sighed.

“Tom…” Gwen leaned forward, elbows on her desk. “Is everything okay? You’ve had your head in the clouds all morning. Barely contributed to the meeting. And right now you seem more than just distracted, you seem down right lost.” The concern on her face made my chest tighten. 

The last thing I really wanted was someone’s sympathy. As fucked up as everything was, it was my own damn fault. How could I ask anyone to feel sympathetic for me when I was the one that had led me and Julie down this road? If anything, I deserved people’s scorn. What husband let this happen? Lost control like this? And for what? A few good jack off sessions? Some fantastic sex? Sex that I’m not even a part of anymore?

I gripped the arm of the chair and winced, reminded of the broken nail that had happened last night. The nail started to ooze blood when I lifted my hand.

“Geez Tom! When did that happen?” Gwen saw the injury and was already pulling out a drawer and grabbing a bandaid. It was such a mom thing to have bandaids stashed somewhere. She came around the desk, sat on the edge and took my hand, quickly applying the bandaid to my finger. “Something’s going on Tom.” It was a statement, firm and stern, like a mom talking to a child. “I get if you don’t wanna talk to me about it. Private lives and all. But I’m not just your team lead or whatever. I can be a friend too. All the corporate bullshit aside, due dates and yada yada, your health is much more important. So seriously, what’s going on?” She kept hold of my hand, gentle and thoughtful. The look she gave me was filled with so much concern. Concern I didn’t deserve.

I let my head roll back and sighed, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking back at Gwen. “It’s just… some stuff at home. With Julie.” I didn’t want to spill everything. But Gwen deserved to know something, if only so she would let up on all the questions and allow me to deal with whatever my situation was turning into.

Gwen nodded and patted my hand. “Yeah. Been there.” She let my hand go finally and a part of me missed the softness and warmth that her grip had given me. “Is she… sorry, I guess I shouldn’t pry. Details are for you to share, so I won’t speculate. But if you need some time to sort things out, time off, you just need to ask. Me, Carrie, and Jami can totally pick up the slack if you really need some time.” She put her hands on the desk to steady herself and crossed her legs in front of her as she leaned.

It was hard not to notice how tight her black jeans were and how they came together in the little V of her crotch, just as tight against her sex as her panties had been.

Stupid! Stupid! Stop ogling your fucking boss!

I turned my gaze to the wall, looking at one of the many old school cartoon posters Gwen had on her wall. This one was of Rainbow Bright. It looked so cheerful. And I felt like the villain, all the shadowy gray, colorless bad guys that wanted to take away the colors of the world. How utterly pathetic was I? Suddenly I was feeling like an emo teen. But if anyone deserved to be down in the dumps and gloomy, it was me.

“She’s not cheating.” I muttered. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it just slipped past my lips into the room.

Gwen stayed quiet, watching me with her dark green eyes. There was nothing but patience and interest, the desire to help, in her gaze.

“Just…” What could I say? What should I say? Maybe it was best to just take what she was offering. Take some time and go home and try to work this out. Tell Julie how I’m feeling. Or… or just tell her I want to stop. That this isn’t what I want and it’s tearing me apart. 

But I could see the argument coming in those choices. It was a fight I didn’t want to have and, truthfully, didn’t think I would win. The only thing I could see on the horizon was separation, maybe even divorce. Just the thought made everything inside me tighten up, my jaw clenching and teeth grinding. “It’s just… bedroom stuff.” Fuck, why was I saying that?

Gwen didn’t seem phased. Her head just bobbed gently, like one of those little bobble head toys people kept on their car dashboards. “Yeah. I get that too.” She sighed and looked down at the floor a second, her brow furrowing as if she were considering something. Her fingers drummed against the desktop. Then she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “I’m sorry about that, Tom. Is it like a medical thing or…” Her eyes came up to meet mine. As much as I wanted to be a mature adult, I couldn’t help blushing and looking away, embarrassed.

Whatever she took from my silence and lack of eye contact, it seemed to help her make her decision. She stood up and patted my shoulder. “Listen, it happens to the best of us.”

Us? My eyes darted to her face, but she wasn’t looking at me, she was looking off into space.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Intimacy is hard. Especially if your partner or someone did something to hurt you. It kinda… breaks you a little. Fractures something that should be nice and beautiful and fun and makes it full of sharp edges. It’s hard to fix that sort of thing.” Finally, she turned and looked down at me with a wide smile. “But there are ways to get back on track.” She patted my shoulder again and walked back around to sit in her chair on the other side of the desk. She tapped her phone to check the time and nodded to herself. “We should get back to the meeting room. Twenty minutes is up and we need to get back to work. Are you good or do you wanna take the day?”

I sighed and shook my head. My phone started buzzing. Pulling it from my pocket, I saw it was Julie calling. The screen was lit up with a picture of Julie on a beach, the sun setting behind her. Her white sundress billowing in the breeze and the light shining through the thin material to show a narrow gap between her thighs. Her smile was seductive and sweet.

I just stared at it as it buzzed. And buzzed.

Gwen watched me, eyebrow raised in a question.

I didn’t meet her gaze, and just kept my eyes on my phone as it buzzed. I let it continue before finally… the phone sent her to voicemail. It took the choice away from me. I put it back in my pocket. “Let’s get back to the others.” I got up from the chair and walked out into the hall, Gwen following after without a word.

——

The day dragged on. Everything went in one ear and out the other as we hashed out details for the website. Jami typed notes furiously as we all talked at once. As much as my brain and heart weren’t into the project at the moment, I was able to keep up and contribute, if shallowly.

Carrie finally relinquished her red Expo marker to Gwen, signifying she was satisfied with where they had landed in regards to how the main structure of the site was going to be, though she still had problems with some of the tertiary pages and how things flowed to them, but that was going to be an argument for another day. It was five o’clock and we were all exhausted from the constant back and forth and mental energy we’d expended.

“Who’s for drinks?” Carried asked as we were gathering up our stuff.

Jami, for once, had their headphones off and was holding up their phone to take a picture of what we’d plastered all over the white board wall, just in case some well-meaning but clueless night janitor decided to clean off the wall and erase all of our work. It’d happened once before and we had all learned our lesson. Never leave without a backup. They shook their head when Carrie snapped her fingers to get their attention. “Got a thing tonight.” Jami said, cheeks getting a little rosy, but they quickly hid it by stuffing their phone into their jacket and grabbing their laptop, stuffing it into their backpack.

Carrie rolled her eyes and turned to Gwen. “You? Wanna get a little tipsy?” Her hand was on her hip and she tapped her foot expectantly.

Gwen sighed as she gathered up her things from the table. “Can’t tonight. I’ve got a few more things to finish up before I leave and then I’m meeting some friends. Sorry, maybe tomorrow.” She shrugged and blew a kiss to Carrie before exiting the meeting room.

“AAAHHHH!” Carrie groaned, exaggerated and exasperated, looking up at the ceiling before letting her head lull and look over at me. “Don’t suppose the wife would let you out for a few drinks?”

I slung my computer bag over my shoulder. “Gee Carrie, thanks. I feel so welcome and valued.” I rolled my eyes and held onto the strap as if it was a lifeline. The truth was I didn’t know where I was going to go. Going home just didn’t seem right. Most likely I’d go to a hotel. But even doing that didn’t seem comfortable. Maybe a few drinks wouldn’t be so bad. Loosen me up. Help me make a decision.

“Come oooooon.” Carrie groaned, stamping her foot like a child and grabbing her backpack. “The first rounds on me. Please.” She said the last word like it was an insult.

I chewed the inside of my cheek for a minute. Looked down at my phone, noticing two more texts from Julie and another missed call. Jami passed by me and patted my arm with a smile and then was out the door. I watched them go for a minute and then took a deep, grounding breath. “Sure. Why not.”

“Fuck yeah!” Carrie held up her fist like the bad boy from the Breakfast Club at the end of the movie and started marching towards the door. “Off we go! To the Glass Half Full!”

I shocked my head at her strange brand of enthusiasm and followed, hands in my pockets and life crumbling bit by bit behind me.

——

Julie sat at the dining room table, plate in front of her loaded with succulent smelling pork chops, mashed potatoes and bright steamed broccoli. She scraped her fork along the edge of the plate, staring at the food before looking up at the plate she’d set up on the opposite side of the table. It was a small dining table, not like those long monstrosities people would see in movies where someone would sit at one end and then be a mile away from the person at the other. This was a cozy, romantic table.

There was a bottle of red wine in the middle with two glasses waiting to be filled. She hadn’t opened it yet, wanting to wait for Tom to get home and surprise him with dinner. He hadn’t answered any of her texts, asking when he thought he’d be home. And when she’d tried to call again, it had gone straight to voicemail.

She tapped her fork against the plate, trying to keep dark thoughts at bay. Had Tom maybe been in an accident? Was she just waiting for the police to call or to knock on her door with the terrible news? She put the fork down and tapped her phone, checking the time. 

8:30 PM. 

No messages.

A sinking feeling started to settle into Julie's stomach. It strangely put pressure on her bladder making her want to pee. Like when she used to feel when she was going to get up in Debate in school to argue her position on some issue she just didn’t care about. Nerves. She was nervous. It was like something was coming but she didn’t know what and couldn’t read the room. She nibbled at her lip, fingers pulling at the hem of her skirt. She’d decided to put on Tom’s favorite dress, a cute sunset blue dress that cinched at the waist and had a deep neckline that showed off a decent amount of her cleavage, but not too much to be considered lewd. 

Her phone began to buzz with a message notification and Julie nearly flipped over her plate as she fumbled, reaching for it, her fork tumbling to the floor with a sharp metallic clatter.

It was from Devon.

For the first time in months, Julie felt utter disappointment seeing that it was her lover. She tapped the message open, “You’re about to join a new club. Be ready for it.” That was all it said. Ominous, cryptic, and teasing. Devon wanted Julie to squirm. His previous surprises had all been sexually exploratory. Pushing Julie’s boundaries and taboos. He’d broken down so many walls she couldn’t really even remember who she was before.

That thought made Julie set her phone down and look around the dining room. Pictures hung on the wall of her and Tom’s wedding. Of vacations. Family get togethers. It was the facade of a picture perfect life and relationship. But when Julie looked at the woman in those photos, all she could see was someone who had been sexually repressed. A sexual goddess cooped up inside a shell that she didn’t realize was surrounding her.

It wasn’t Tom’s fault. All he had done was help crack the shell. Devon had shattered it and introduced her to earthly, carnal delights. Those experiences had transformed her. She blossomed into something new.

She should have felt liberated. Free.

Julie picked up her phone and dialed her husband again, putting it on speaker. Just like before, it went to voicemail after a few rings. Tom’s voice filled the quiet, empty house. “Hi, this is Tom Merrick. Sorry I can’t answer right now. Just leave a message and I’ll call back.” The beep came after and made Julie cringe.

“Um. Hey honey. Uh, not sure why you haven’t called back or answered my texts. But… well I was just wondering where you were. Will…” She hesitated, afraid to ask the question and unsure why she wanted to ask it at all, but the words came tumbling out. “Will you be… coming home?” Her voice cracked and she tried to hold back the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her.

She waited. Wondering if maybe Tom would pick up. But he didn’t. The call ended.

Everything became quiet. Empty. She leaned back in her chair, eyes hot and watery. The pictures on the wall seemed to taunt her. They were of a woman she didn’t know anymore, she’d left that person behind. But, for the first time, Julie wondered if in leaving that person behind, she’d left Tom behind too.

——

Meanwhile… At Club SWAY

Club SWAY was exclusive. Upscale.But not in the way that some sex clubs were. It didn’t just cater to the rich and privileged, but to those that were curious and wanting to explore. Those that needed a safe place to discover themselves or recover their sexual identity.

Where the funding came for the club, no one was quite sure. Some speculated it might be a shady deal, getting people to come in and then maybe holding them for blackmail. But nothing like that had ever happened. Everyone that came was treated fair and equal and no one had ever been exploited. Whoever was in charge, they ran a tight ship and didn’t go for anything exploitative. At best, the only thing that did happen was that some sessions were recorded and posted online to various websites, mostly Swingers or Hotwifing sites, considering the majority of their clientele. This could have been part of how the place was funded, but no one could confirm if those videos were even monetized.

Everyone was required to wear a mask when entering. Lockers were provided for peoples belongings in private rooms, the size of old school phone booths. Through an app that you could only get by being accepted into the club, you could make requests for outfits or items of clothing or toys to be placed in your locker to use while you were at the club. Each member was designated with a code name of their choice, but it couldn’t be related to their person in any way.

Jami had chosen the name Bright. They’d chosen it because they had always felt so dim in the world, and in this place they wanted to come alive and shine. Being invited to SWAY was thrilling and terrifying. This place was about exploration. Sexual enlightenment and a journey to discover. They undressed in the sensually lit booth, folding and tucking their clothes away into the bin at the bottom of the locker and then pulling out the ziplock package provided with the outfit they had requested.

A chill ran down Bright’s spine as they opened the package. The panties they pulled out were soft pink satin with a waistband that was frilly delicate black lace, two pink bows where the little triangle of material attached to the waistband. Pink garter straps dangled from the waistband. Next they pulled out black stockings with the same lace frills along the tops. Lastly, was a matching satin bra that would barely hold their small breasts and a pink headband with a bow. There was also a small makeup kit with lipstick and some eyeshadow and eyeliner.

Bright applied the makeup first, just some light eyeshadow to make their light blue eyes pop, and then the glossy pink lipstick. They put the headband on, though it wasn’t necessary to hold their hair back since their hair was so short. The bra fit snuggly against their chest and their pink nipples were almost peeking out from the black lace trim along the tops of the bra cups. Stockings were always a bit of a hassle, but Bright managed to slip them on, feeling their compression against their skin and squeezing the tops of their thighs. Lastly they slipped the panties on, pulling them up and carefully tucking their penis into the soft silk. The thong back slipped up between their cheeks and in the front the bulge of their cock and balls was prominent and strangely sensual. 

They took a moment to look themselves over. Adjusting the lingerie in some places and clipping the garter straps to the stockings. Their skin broke out in goosebumps as they stared at themselves. So cute and sexy and erotic. After dressing, they packed away the rest of their belongings into the locker, then put on the digital wrist band that would serve as their key to the locker and the booth so only they would be able to access it.

Before they left the booth, there was one last thing they were required to do. On the back of the door was an assortment of masks. Some that would cover the whole face, others half masks or simple eye masks. Bright picked a pink lace eye mask and tied it on tight, then exited the booth and made their way down the hall to the main entrance.

“Evening Bright.” A cheery voice, pitched low like they were talking in a movie theater, greeted Bright as they stepped into the main lobby.

Bright bit their lip when they looked to the woman standing before them. Slightly taller than them, the woman had her hair tied back in a ponytail, a dark green lace eye mask covering the top part of her face leaving her soft cheeks and sweet lips and smile visible. She had a green leather collar around her neck with a little charm hanging from it that looked like a snowflake. Her breasts were held up by a shelf bra, putting them on display, perky and soft. Around her waist was a green leather garter belt that attached to shiny green latex stockings. She wore nothing else. Her vagina was on display, smooth and puffy and beautiful like something from a painting. Her figure was slim and toned, but had some curves to it that spoke of age and possibly children.

“Evening, Cherish.” Bright smiled at the woman. She’d been the one to introduce them to this place and so Cherish acted much like a mentor for Bright.

“Come on, let’s go get a drink before your session.” Cherish beckoned, turning and walking across the dark lobby floor, her ass jiggling, framed by the garter belt. It was enticing for Bright to follow. They didn’t have a preference for Men or Women or any other, but Cherish was definitely someone that Bright could see being comfortable with. Hopefully tonight she’d join in instead of simply watching.

There was a bar on the far side of the lobby that was backed by a large open kitchen area where simple treats and Hors d'oeuvres were being prepared. The bartender, a tall man with well defined muscles wearing only a bow tie and a skin-tight black speedo greeted them with a smile and took their orders. Cherish had a rose champagne and Bright ordered a Sex on the Beach. They stood next to the bar sipping at their drinks for a moment before Cherish put a hand on Bright’s exposed lower back. “I’m excited for you tonight.”

“Me too.” Bright replied, too nervous to say much more.

“It’ll be alright. I’m going to be with you.” Cherish sipped from the tall fluted glass.

“With me?” Bright raised an eager eyebrow.

The smile the woman gave Bright was infectious. “Yes. Tonight I’ll be with you.”

A blush rushed all through Bright's body.

“And are you still okay with it being filmed? If it is, it’s going to be posted to the site. You can always say no.” Cherish said, sincere and gentle in her explanation.

Bright thought for a moment. The idea of others on the internet watching as they… performed, was very scary to say the least. But it was also extremely exciting. However, the thought that maybe someone would recognize them was enough to make them want to throw up. With some slow deep breaths, they swallowed back the feeling of bile in their throat and closed their eyes, thinking. They imagined what would happen tonight. Of cameras filming closely. Documenting their exploration and discovery. It sent chills all through their body and made their nipples hard and their cock, tucked into the satin panties, try to expand but was held down painfully and pleasantly.

“I’m okay with it.” They replied and smiled wide.

Cherish nodded and patted Bright’s shoulder. “But, before we go and get settled. There’s something I want to talk with you about. Get your opinion on.” Cherish set her glass down and gave Bright a very serious look.

Bright nodded. “Of course. I’m happy to help. What is it?”

For a moment, Cherish didn’t say anything. She tapped a lovely, green painted nail against her soft lips. “Well…” Again she hesitated. “I’d like to talk about a possible new member…”