A Young Couples Journey Pt 02

Author's note: Thanks to Anora / MorbidOrb for feedback and help.

*

That night, I slept well. I felt like... I don't know, I hadn't felt like this in months. Drained, exhausted, and in all the best ways. Not a single nightmare, just a dreamless sleep. And when I woke up, I even felt something warm and wet glide tightly around my shaft, bobbing up and down. Fuck. That's when I was reminded that I had fucked Amanda. And probably knocked her up too. Fuck, indeed. I had to push her off and find Kim and tell her how we fucked up again.

"Amanda," I groaned, feeling myself swell and throb from the administration around my shaft. The tongue game was unreal. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Amanda rolled on her side, sleeping. The bulge in the covers still bobbed up and down, so I threw them aside and found Kim's eager mouth stretched around my cock. "Kim?" I said surprised.

"You needed a bit of cleaning," Kim said. Damn. I just tilted my head back and closed my eyes. "I heard you were quite the busy man last night."

"Kim, I should tell you, Amanda wasn't on the-" I started but Kim hushed me, dislodging my shaft from her mouth.

"I know. Amanda said she would tease you about that," Kim explained.

"Wait, she lied?" I said, as perplexed as I was relieved.

"Something like that. Now be a good man and enjoy this blow job," Kim said.

"Hell no, come here," I said, grabbing her, and pulling her up, rolling her onto her back and finding my way between her legs.

With a deep grunt and a moan from the two of us, I slid my hard erection into her. Kim was already moist, and her saliva coating my cock made the entry easy. I sunk into her as deep as I could, pushing into her. Last night I had fucked the shit out of Kim, then Amanda. Now I wanted to make love to my sweet little wife, taking us both through a ride of mutual satisfaction. Reminding myself of where home was, even if the lecherous blonde Amanda was right next to us.

"Ah," Kim moaned. "That, that right there, feels just fantastic. I'm so glad we can still love each other like this."

"I would never stop," I said. "Loving you, I mean."

"Oh, I thought you meant fucking me," Kim teased, wrapping her arms around me and hooking her ankles into mine.

She soon started to gyrate her hips to meet my thrusts, and while she did that, I lowered my lips into hers, feeling her hot breath on mine, feeling her eyelashes brush against my cheek as she closed her eyes to savor the moment. I did too, focusing on the pleasure of being with the best wife I could ever ask for. My little Latina queen, always so dutiful. The mother of my future children. And what a relief it was to know Amanda wouldn't carry any of them. Sheesh. Though, for a moment while we were at it last night, it was highly arousing knowing I had successfully creampied an unprotected woman. It was something so primal... Maybe it was time for Kim and I to actually make plans.

But all those thoughts were shoved aside as I fucked Kim through waves of pleasure. Until I felt some light fingers on both my ass cheeks. What the fuck? Then those fingers spread me a bit and before I had time to react, I felt something wet and strong collide with my butthole.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

It was strangely comfortable. I had never had a rim job before, but Jesus Christ, it was oddly satisfying. Weird but so good. Looking to my left I saw that Amanda had disappeared, so I knew it was her that was tonguing my butthole. Pressing, flicking, tracing long lines with strong motions.

"What's going on?" Kim asked as I slowed down my thrusts.

"I'm eating your man's ass," Amanda explained from behind. "It looked too delicious flexing into you, I had to get in there."

"Ain't nothing better than a good set of cheeks," Kim said, looking up at my pained face, biting her lip.

Seeing that Kim didn't take issue, I started to slowly regain my rhythm, still with Amanda pressing her tongue into me from behind. God, she was relentless. But now with some new knowledge, Kim pressed up, gently sinking her teeth into the skin just below the ear, before whispering into my ear.

"You gonna cum for me and Amanda? While she eats your ass?" Kim asked.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, feeling a sudden surge in my cock. Amanda had pressed in a bit too deep, hitting some sort of nerve, just as Kim had squeezed me the right way.

Amanda had to quickly abandon her rear duty and get underneath as my thrusts got more erratic. Kim kept nibbling on my neck until I gave her one final thrust, pressing all the way, before erupting my balls of cum inside of her. Only I didn't. My cock slid from her tight pussy and all the way to the hilt into another wet, warm circumference. I exploded, thrusting uncontrollably hard and down into the new wetness, creating loud gagging noises. It was Amanda's mouth. That didn't stop me at all, as I was smack in the middle of the point of no return. Amanda gargled and coughed loudly as I came, while I found Kim's lips to feast on as I grunted my way through my orgasm.

"That's right. Choke that blonde bitch with all the cum you can shoot up in there," Kim murmured. I could even feel Amanda hum slightly around my girth, making the post-orgasm tremble even stronger.

"Ugh, fuck," I groaned, lifting up so Amanda could get out.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered, redness around her neck. "You really don't care at all."

"Sorry," I said.

"Meh," Amanda said, slumping down next to Kim, who I was still lying on top of. I was too beat to move, honestly. "Your husband's cock tastes great. I'm totally jealous you get this whenever you want. And congratulations, Kim. Your husband is gonna be a dad soon."

"He knows. The cover has been blown," Kim said.

*

Drawing classes. Something I never thought I would do. I had picked up gardening before Josh went to Italy, but with fall falling upon us, I thought it better to find some indoor activities. Sure, growing up in Michigan where the winters were colder than balls, but doing yard work during the Indiana winter wasn't much better.

I know what you're saying.

'Kim, you're a gamer. You don't need hobbies.'

While I'm inclined to agree, I also needed more purpose in my day-to-day life, especially as Josh did so much for our business. And as I had done a few more esport gigs this fall, it was also nice to do something outside of gaming, believe it or not. So drawing. Something that I also could add to Entrendy with, hopefully, as our few employees and Josh did most of the business stuff. I had helped draw up paperwork for some sponsorships we did though early, using some of my connections, but that was all I contributed so far.

Besides, Josh sometimes had to travel across the country to meet with folks we wanted to sponsor or other business stuff, so I was kinda bored anyway. We had started locally and then expanded as our brand became bigger. And with Josh out and about, I occupied my time with drawing tutorials on YouTube. Honestly, it was a huge moment for me when Josh went on his first business trip since the

'Italy Incident'

. It showed that he still trusted me, which I don't think I fully deserved yet. I was never the issue, in his opinion, even if at times I disagreed.

After our little thing with Amanda a few weeks back, Josh had reassured himself with me several times that it was okay. Oh, the dutiful big man he was. And he even brought me flowers the day after Amanda had left. We both agreed that in such instances where we played around, and that was counted double for me, we would make 100% clear if there was a hall pass involved, and that both should be within relative arms reach at all times. I was just glad we could work together and move past it all. It was probably just a one-time thing anyway, and both of us were happy to leave it at that. We were blowing off steam, you could say.

"What you drawing there, sis?" Luna suddenly asked.

Luna was pretty talented at drawing herself, having sketched up a bunch of stuff, having even made full portraits of popular characters and whatnot. She posted them on her Instagram and I had to say they were quite convincing if I had any idea of who they were. I didn't know shit about hentai, anime, manga, or whatever it was called. However, I knew some of the game characters she chose from Valorant, Overwatch, Cyberpunk, and whatnot.

"Some hobo," I said, looking down at the poor figure I had drawn. I don't know why I drew him, there was no way this would fit as a design to any of our wares.

Luna gave a shrug, grabbing her gym bag and about to head off to, you guessed it, the gym. She was, despite being a nerd like me, very athletic like Josh. Not that they looked very much alike. Both were on the taller side, athletic, and had blue eyes, albeit in different shades. The likeness more or less ended there. Luna was of course not as tall as her older brother. She was also much slimmer, and I just adored that silver blonde balayage hair of hers, especially the way she kept it long, but had buzzed the sides. And she even got rid of her nose ring, which was nice.

We, and by that I mean I, had of course given some sort of vague explanation as to why Toby was no longer around. Basically that he was a total creep and did something he shouldn't. Luna gave it all a shrug and said if Josh and I don't like him then she won't either. I had corrected her though. It wasn't like we didn't like Toby.

Hate

would be a better term.

But that was weeks ago when Luna moved in. Josh was, per usual, not around, but having Luna around made up for that in plenty. We had already had several League-LAN parties, one of the few games we both played. And before it got too cold, she schooled me daily in tennis, basketball, and other activities where she'd utterly dominate me. Though, in the virtual world I was still the a-side.

"Luna," I said. She stopped and turned. "Do you think I would fit with a side cut?"

Luna raised an eyebrow and tilted her head as if to inspect me. Those sparkling eyes. Damn, she was just so pretty. And fit. Look at those arms. Not as thick as Josh's, but slightly striated still. And those long fingers looked like they held some real grip strength. I had sort of always had a small 'crush' on Luna, but more in an admiring sisterly fashion I think.

"We would match too much. Don't you think ole Joshy will think that's a bit weird?" Luna said.

"Not if I

convince

him," I teased.

"Gross," Luna said and turned.

"Wait. Do you mind if I join you at the gym?"

"No. But I'm going to a BJJ class, so... you might get your ass kicked. And you need to hurry, dawg."

"Cool beans," I said, jumping up. I had situated myself in the kitchen, so I had only one floor to run up to get changed. Minutes later, I was back down again. Red and black tights and a matching T-shirt, from our own collection.

"You know that Linda girl?" Luna said. "She goes there as well. She's fucking nuts, man."

"How so?" I asked.

"Crazy strong. She'll wrap you up in a pretzel you can't even get out of."

"We'll have to test her against Josh, then," I joked. Seeing Josh get tapped out to a girl was more than hilarious. Even if Luna was his younger sister, she gave Josh a run for his money when it came to both BJJ and wrestling. Luna snickered, probably imagining it as well.

"He's a multiple state champion, though," Luna said, following as I got us to the Civic.

"Has she tapped you out?" I asked.

"So many times... But only when we were younger. Later years? Lets say, Josh has been ducking me for years."

I had always jogged and done a few squats and that sort of thing for the summer, but I had never actually been in a martial arts gym to train. When Josh was trying for the Olympics, as a boxer and a wrestler, I had spent a lot of time in them though, watching him work out. A looot of hours had been spent, though I had never rolled myself. And this was not wrestling, but BJJ. Seems similar to me.

The instructor, some stern Latina lady named Freya, kicked my ass. She was not mean, per se, but she sure was strong in her feedback of my inaptitude. No Linda though.

"You need to put your hands in ice water," Luna explained as we were driving home. She was the designated driver, as my hands were numb. It was a bit erratic as she didn't have a license quite yet. "You got anything planned for Josh's birthday next Saturday, by the way?"

"Yeah. It's a bit corny, but I have some plans," I smirked. "I actually have some errands to run and phone calls to make later, as a matter of fact."

"Sounds fun. Drop me off though, I got shit to do."

So the day went by with a bunch of said errands and phone calls for my plans for Josh's birthday. I was lucky Josh was out of town, it certainly made planning much easier. And I was lucky he trusted me to be alone at home. I was just lucky.

But anyway, when I got home, putting away wares, I looked out the kitchen windows. Out in the pool area, I saw Luna propping up her phone to take a picture. Only she didn't wear what she wore earlier, instead, she wore a cargo jacket, a red tank top, and tight leather pants that looked awesomely good on those hips.

She kinda looked like... Female V from Cyberpunk 2077. Was she cosplaying? Either way, man, she looked hot. I opened the door to see if I could get a closer look, and she looked over at me.

"What you doing over there?" I asked.

"Just cosplaying," Luna said. "A hobby I picked up a while back. I always make the costumes and get the stuff, but never do anything with it. Until lately. You ever tried?"

"What? No. I don't think that is quite... me," I said.

Despite everything, I was still a bit shy about my womanly figure. Unlike Luna, I wasn't

that

fit. Yeah, I had an ass, but nothing like hers. Or Amanda's, who was perky and in a constant state between being fit and being thicc. And my tits weren't that big either. Even Luna had slightly bigger breasts than me, by a full cup size.

I had always been intrigued about cosplaying, though, just never taken the step, I guess. Also, my lane of games didn't offer much cosplay inspiration, let's say, except for a few.

"Come on, Josh would love it. I know he doesn't game as much anymore, but I think you could make a nice May or Yoko Littner," Luna encouraged. "Wanna snap a photo of me? I haven't had any cameramen before. Camera person, sorry."

"Offense taken," I joked. "You think?"

"Sure!" Luna said, handing me her phone.

"What do you mean you haven't had any camerapersons before? You do a lot of this?" I asked.

Luna smirked at that. "Don't tell Josh, but, erh, I have an OnlyFans," Luna said. I let out a shocked gasp. In one way I was shocked, but I was also kinda flattered I was let in on the secret.

"Luna!?" I said, the sister in me getting worried immediately.

"No no, nothing too lewd. Just cosplays. I mean, I would've posted on Insta, and some I still do for promotion, but why not get paid?" Luna said.

"You're a fucking prostitute," I chided, though jokingly. I wasn't really judging her, even if it initially worried me a bit. I mean, whatever, right? "So you have many fans?"

"Nah, just a few. It's just a side hustle. And don't worry, I won't ever ask you to join in any of

those

shoots," Luna said, smilingly. "But come on. It's freezing out here."

"Is this going on your OF?" I asked.

"Yeah," Luna said, leaning back against the deck fence behind her for a pose. I snapped a few photos.

"I demand 10%," I joked. "Maybe we could get a smoke machine. Or build you a studio."

"A smoke machine, yes, studio no. It's enough that I live rent-free in your house," Luna said, turning her back to me and looking over her shoulder.

'And in my head,'

I mused as she looked so incredible in these photos. The sun shone in her pants, giving her booty a nice amount of detail in that tight black leather.

"Maybe Josh would like something like this," I muttered to myself, taking another set of photos. He was away for a few more days, so if I could muster the courage then perhaps that would entice him for when he got back.

Maybe me and Luna could do it together, even, for fun. I knew some cosplays weren't all about looking hot, just dressing up.

*

So the last thing I expected as I was about to board a plane and shut off my phone was to receive an image of something I didn't quite recognize. It was the red clothes and familiar short yoga pants of May from Pokemon, only there was this hot Latina chick in her early twenties instead. I knew Luna liked to dress up, but now the girls seemed to have found a mutual hobby as Kim seemed to participate too.

"Check this out," I said to the guy next to me. A guy in his fifties, uninterested. He looked at my phone though. "That's the wife."

"Is that so," he said, not engaged at all, leaning back to look out the window.

It was nice to see the girls getting along. They had been pretty tight when we lived in Michigan, and when we moved to Indiana I guess Kim had sort of missed that friendship. But it seemed to have been rekindled. Man, I couldn't help but feel excited on Kim's behalf.

I had just gone to a modeling agency for our new spring collection. It wasn't like spring was anywhere close, but it took time to get these things ready. We had of course focused some of our branding toward the ski resorts, but eyes on the horizon as they say. Also, we looked at some bigger names in sports to sponsor.

We had previously sponsored Bran, a local boxer and our new neighbor, but we wanted bigger names as well. Sure Canelo, Brady, Messi, and the like were unreachable, but I was confident we could find some recognizable names. If nothing else, Bran still had one fight left on his contract with us, and who knows after that? I also knew there were some charity events around that needed backing. And with charity events, hey, at least we could help some folks. Kim and I grew up rough, but that didn't mean we wanted that for everyone else.

By the time I landed, I saw that Kim indeed had gotten a new hobby. With the phone probably propped up on a timer, I saw a very serious-looking Kim with black lipstick, her bangs draped so that it looked like they were cut, and a dark button-up dress. Next to her stood my little sister Luna, who wore a beige trench coat with a broad toothy grin. Wednesday and Uncle Fester, I guess, though Luna looked absolutely nuts. It kinda fit them though, as Luna was about six foot one, and Kim around five-seven, so she looked like that diminutive little emo. Especially with Ortega's latest portrayal.

"Like my new hobby?" Kim wrote. She barely ever wrote texts anymore, but this was innocent enough.

"Hell yeah," I wrote back, before retrieving my hand luggage. "Luna put you up to this?"

"U bet," she wrote back. "Mind if I post on the Gram?"

"Shoot," I wrote back.

"Btw, Am is picking u up, G," Kim replied.

Really now? Why would Amanda do that? I asked Kim as much, but she dismissed it. And lo and behold, Amanda did in fact stand twirling some very familiar Lamborghini keys on her fingers, wearing her usual black on slate black very tight jeans, a small black leather jacket, and a white tank top. Even being casually dressed, she made her clothing to raise the low temperature.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Picking you up, doofus," Amanda replied in her usual dismissive manner. Though, she soon turned to a smirk. "Well, we meet again."

"Indeed we do," I said, walking around to the passenger seat.

We hadn't seen one another since we fucked, so I had no idea how awkward this was going to get. Why would Kim send Amanda? Why didn't she come by herself? And I knew, based on Amanda's past behavior, that she would try something stupid. Without a clear signal from Kim, I didn't want to risk anything, though.