A Young Couples Journey Pt 09

*

The guilt written on Josh's face as he confessed his sins to me made me feel like utter shit. I, of course, forgave him, then pried him for how he and Amanda had entangled with one another. He relented some things, earning himself an enthusiastic, bouncing wife in his lap. But the reason why it made me feel like shit was because Josh felt bad. If I had gotten my ass in gear and given him the green light... and the fact that he felt so much more guilt than I felt whenever I slept with Linda or crossed a new line of debauchery.

Like when Linda came inside of me... I felt guilty because it hurt Josh, but not the act itself. And I hadn't even told him about how Linda had taught me the pleasures of anal sex. But I didn't feel bad about it, per se. So what did that say about me?

Not to mention, Amanda and Josh had crossed the final boundary. They had had penetrative sex, and that meant we were now on even footing, at least that was how I saw it. I had told Josh he was allowed to do it with her that time, and that I forgave him, so we were even. And yet, the difference in our responses was quite telling. I didn't feel any different. If anything, it excited me. It was as if I didn't have an ounce of guilt in me. I only felt bad that Josh felt bad about it.

With that information, I knew Josh was able to cave into some extra-marital fun. He swore it was a one-time thing, but as visions of Linda's perfect ass clenching and unclenching as she claimed my husband filled my mind, I sure hope it wouldn't be the last time Josh would slip up. The poor man. Broken down from the man he once was. I felt bad, but also happy.

And while Josh had been broken down and taken by Amanda, I hadn't exactly been innocent either. After a few glasses of wine, after the movie, Linda had taken me right there on the couch, even claiming my ass again, filling it up with her cum.

So it was safe to say that, a couple of days later, I was still riding that high and had a slight limp in my step. That being said, I was eager for more, but the thought of Linda fucking Josh made me nervous. Linda loved him, and I was sure that she would do her best to win Josh over to her side.

But I couldn't deny that a part of me wished she would succeed, if only so I could see that sight for myself. I could already imagine how his strong back would look as he was mounted by her. The danger was too enticing. The visions of it were too perfect. Or perhaps I hadn't truly had a good 'fix' except for one or two rounds of brutal assfucking from Linda.

Then there was the fact that the more I got to know Linda, the more I realized I liked her. She was strong, smart, and confident. All great qualities I wanted in myself, and in my friends. I had found a kindred spirit, at least in the ways I wanted to envision myself.

The only problem was, I wasn't sure how well she liked me. She had forgiven me, fucked me, all that, but the things I had said to her were irreversible, or would take more than just a night of sex to fix.

I had to try to get to know her more, and hope she would let me in, kinda like how she had let Josh in. And Josh and Linda... well, I knew it was something that I yearned for, that neither of them likely even thought about, but I wanted Josh to take Linda on a date. For them to have the house to themselves for perhaps a weekend, while I was out with Luna or something. To have them get to know one another, to give them a chance.

I just needed to find a way to make it happen without tipping my hand. And Luna was the way to do just that. She headed to California next week, so I could join her, go with her to ease some of the workload, and then we'd stay there over the extended weekend while... Linda hopefully got her hands on my man. While Linda hopefully claimed him, even if it was for a brief period of time.

Meanwhile, my small group of fans on OnlyFans wanted their share of me. Yes. I started the week by opening an account there. I don't know why I was so daring, but the thought of being lusted after, that people, men, were willing to pay their hard-earned money to see me perform, was such a thrill. I remember the little stuff I did with Luna, a while ago, before she deleted hers, and I remembered it more fondly than I'd thought.

Perhaps it was the exhibitionist in me, or perhaps it was the underlying slutty tendencies.

And so, I started the week off with a bang, so to speak. With my first 'official' video only a few days into my small side hustle.

It started off with me, alone in the bedroom. I simply sat on the bed in my underwear, with the phone blocking my face to not dox myself. I had gotten a few comments here and there on my profile, but not too many. I had posted a few pictures, showing off my ass in tight leggings, some cleavage, and my stomach.

And every time I posted, this excitement welled within me, like I was a naughty girl. But no one would ever know it was me. It was a bit risky, but I knew to keep it safe. And besides, it wasn't like I was posting nudes. But I did post a picture of my naked ass from behind, though.

That one had gotten a lot of comments. I had been so nervous posting it, but seeing all those people, all these horny men, begging to see more of me was so thrilling. It made me feel wanted on a whole new level. Desired. It was a weird sense of validation.

The video was a byproduct of that attention. It was a simple video. 12 seconds long, me filming over my shoulder with a red sporty boxer shorts on, careful not to show my face. I even hooked a thumb into the hem, teasingly drawing down, stopping just after showing a few inches of flesh. But just like the pictures, I got a lot of positive feedback, and it seemed like it was just the tip of the iceberg.

"God, this is so messed up," I hissed, reading how they lusted after me. Some of them were creepy, sure, but I ignored them. It was mostly innocent.

After satiating my small group of fans, I went to the gym to get a workout done, shower, then I'd head to Entrendy HQ to pick up Luna so we could head to Los Angeles. I felt extra naughty as I wore the same underwear from the video to the gym. I mean, no one would know, but it was enough that I knew.

"Kimmy! How are you?" Alex said, finding me yet again at the gym. I really should change the time of day when I work out. Didn't this dude have somewhere else to be, by the way? He was wearing a gray shirt and black shorts. The guy had a good body and was pretty fit, so the smugness came from somewhere.

"Hi, Alex," I said, trying to sound chipper, but not too much. I didn't want him to get his hopes up, but I wanted to be nice as well. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good. I'm here to work out, of course," Alex said, leaning on the machine I was using. I had already finished my set, but he didn't need to know that.

"Yeah? What are you doing?" I asked politely.

"I'm on my second set of deadlifts, so I figured I'd take a break," Alex said, looking around.

"You're pretty strong," I said, knowing that you need a good core for deadlifts. "How much?"

"260," Alex said smugly. He probably thought that was pretty good, but I had to stifle a chuckle as I knew Josh's final warm-up set was around that number. But for Alex's type of physique, I guess it was okay.

"Pretty good," I nodded, before getting up. "I should get going. I don't want to hold you up."

"Oh, well, I'm glad I got to see you, even if it was just a few seconds," Alex said. "Did you by the way talk to Josh? About my portfolio?"

"You don't have a portfolio," I chuckled. His resumé was pretty bleak, except for his college diploma. Which was in sales, mind you.

"Gotta start somewhere," Alex chuckled, taking his moment to roam my body. I was using a leg extension machine, so I wasn't really in any sexy pose as I stood up, but my red yoga pants did me some favors. I knew how they cupped my ass, and how they hugged my legs.

"I guess," I said, trying to ignore that Alex was checking me out. He was hot, no denying that, sure, but I had no interest. Not when I knew he had no interest in me. Just my connections. "Anyway-"

"Hey, Kim. Forget it. It's cool, just shootin' my shot," Alex said, lifting his hands up in surrender. He then flashed a smile, turning his head slightly, to look at me sideways. "I can't help but notice that you're looking especially radiant today, Kim. And those pants really look nice on you. I mean, I know they're supposed to be workout pants and all, but damn."

"Alex, I'm married," I said.

Alex looked over his shoulder, then his other shoulder, then past me, all theatrical-like. "Don't see him anywhere," he said.

I simply rolled my eyes.

"Tell me, we're both adults. Does he do everything for you that you need?" Alex asked, looking at me with a playful expression. "Does he fulfill all your needs?"

I was taken aback a bit. "What?" I asked. "Alex, what the fuck! That's personal. Go back to Zach and bro it up with him instead of harassing me."

Alex simply smiled knowingly, as if my reaction gave him an answer to his question. God, the gall on this idiot.

"Look, sorry," Alex said, though it was pretty obvious he wasn't sorry, that he enjoyed how flustered he got me. "I'm just saying, you seem like a girl who likes to have fun. I mean, we did have a lot of fun last time, didn't we?"

"It's called alcohol. And nothing happened, so don't get any ideas," I said.

"Oh, come on, Kim," Alex said, leaning in closer, giving me a whiff of his aftershave. "You know I'd treat that sexy little ass of yours how it deserves."

This conversation was quickly spiraling in a direction I didn't like. I was not about to let some entitled little shit treat me like he owned me. I knew he wanted to brag to his buddies that he fucked Josh's wife, but I would not let that happen.

"Alex, listen to me. I am happily married, and I love my husband very much. And he treats me better than any other man ever could. Even you. So, go to hell," I hissed, pushing past him.

I was pissed. It wasn't like he had been aggressive or anything, but it was still not okay for him to talk to me like that. So arrogantly, so expectantly, as if I were some sort of trophy. As if I were some sort of easy lay that he could just swoop in and steal.

It hurt even more because I realized that there was some stupid intrigue inside of me that wanted him to succeed. And I knew I couldn't let that happen, but it was there. And that was messed up.

Alex caught up with me outside the gym after I had finished my workout. "Kim, hey, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to come off so strong."

"Yeah, well, you did," I huffed.

"I'm sorry. Look, can we talk? Get some coffee or something?" Alex offered.

"I need to get going, I'm already late," I said.

"Please, I promise I won't hit on you, I just want to apologize," Alex said.

My chest thudded hard at this moment. I knew I should say no, not give this douchebag an inch, but what harm was there in grabbing a coffee? I mean, it wasn't like we were heading to some motel to 'talk' it out either.

"Fine. But just coffee," I said.

"Yes, I promise," Alex nodded eagerly.

We went to a small cafe a few blocks away and sat down at a table. Alex ordered himself a black coffee and I got a latte.

"So, look, I'm sorry for coming off so strong back there. I can be a real jerk sometimes, and I feel bad. I shouldn't have come on so strongly, especially with someone like you," Alex said. "I guess I just don't know how to turn it off."

"Well, it's not that hard," I said. "Especially when you're talking to a married woman."

"I know," Alex sighed, rubbing his neck. "It's just, you're a really hot girl, Kim. You're not like these girls who try so hard to seem like they aren't. You know you're hot, and you're smart, and you're ambitious, and it's a real turn-on to a lot of guys, me included."

"But you're not used to girls telling you no, are you?" I asked.

Alex simply smirked. "What do you think?" he chuckled softly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said. "I'm not surprised, but that doesn't make it okay. I don't care if you've never heard the word no before, it's still not okay to act that way toward someone."

"You're right, and I'm sorry," Alex said. "I promise I'll keep it in check."

"Good. I appreciate it," I said.

Alex sighed and nodded. "I gotta say, though, Josh is a lucky guy," he said. "I mean, you're a beautiful, smart, sexy woman. I mean, the pictures you posted on Instagram, your workout videos... damn. I wish I had that kind of a wife."

That sounded an awful lot like flirting to me. "Well, thanks," I said, trying to conclude that ordeal.

"So now that we've established that I'm a jerk... does he?" Alex asked.

"Does he what?" I replied, feeling the annoyance creep into my voice again.

"Does Josh fulfill all your needs? Does he treat you right?" Alex asked. "I mean, I don't mean anything by it, just wondering how it is for married people. Like, do you still feel desired and stuff?"

"I feel very desired," I replied.

"Right. I can tell. I mean, you're a fine woman, but do you ever feel like there's something missing? That there could be more?" Alex asked.

"Alex, this isn't an appropriate conversation," I said.

"Yeah, you're right, you're right," Alex said, lifting his hands up in surrender. "I just... I've had this idea, but it's probably stupid. I mean, you'd need to be open to it, but it's probably stupid."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I mean, I just... I feel like it would be fun, but I don't know how you'd feel about it. But you're a smart woman, and you know when things are too far. So, I guess if you're cool with it, then... I don't know, maybe I'll shoot my shot," Alex said.

"Shoot your shot? Alex, what are you talking about?" I asked.

Alex looked at me, his eyes trailing over my body for a moment before he spoke. "I have an idea," he said. "I think it's dumb, but I've thought about it a lot. It's a bit of a fantasy of mine actually."

"Okay..." I said hesitantly. "What is it?"

"You know what? I shouldn't have even brought it up. I'll just forget it, it's a stupid idea," Alex said, shaking his head.

"No, you can't just dangle a carrot in front of me and not tell me what it is," I said, knowing I probably shouldn't learn the answer.

"I mean, I don't know how you'd feel about it," Alex said. "I mean, I think it would be fun, but you'd need to be open to it, and I don't think you are. I mean, I get that you're not interested, and I respect that, so-"

"Just tell me what the hell it is," I said.

Alex smirked and leaned forward. "I want to fuck you," he whispered. Of course, Alex was a one-way train.

"I told you I'm married, and I'm not cheating on Josh," I said, rolling my eyes. "And that's a dumbass idea."

"No, no, I mean, I want to fuck you

good

and

hard

," Alex said, keeping his voice low, though putting a real emphasis on good and hard, making me freeze up for a bit.

My heart started beating hard, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Alex noticed the change, and he looked at me with a grin.

"I mean, just to show you that Josh doesn't have the monopoly on sex. That I'm capable of making you feel good too," Alex said. "If you'd allow me the honor."

"Alex, I don't think that's a good idea," I said, trying to ignore the little tingles that went through my body. I'd had plenty of fun outside of my marriage as it was, but the way Alex came onto me so strongly did things.

"I promise I'd make it fun. I mean, you're hot as hell, and I'd make it worth your while," Alex said. He reached his hand across the table, letting his fingers dance along my knuckles. "What do you say? Give it a try? Let me prove myself."

"I... I can't," I said, taking my hands away, even though I didn't want to. I was saying all the right things, but inside me, something was rearing its head. And I didn't like it.

"Of course you can," Alex said. "You're a smart girl. You know when things are too much. This isn't too much, right?"

"No, I mean... I don't know," I said.

"Hey, what Josh doesn't know won't hurt him, right?" Alex said, grinning. "And you seem like you're open to new experiences, so... just give it a go. Try something new."

"I... I'm late. I really have to get going," I said, getting up.

"I get it, I get it," Alex said, lifting his hands up in surrender again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overstep. I just... I wanted to throw it out there. It was just an idea, and I live right around the corner too, so if you ever change your mind..."

"I won't."

"But that doesn't mean we can't meet for coffee some other time as well? Like now?" Alex said.

Instead of saying no, I said, "I'm leaving for Los Angeles later. Sorry."

"Some other time then."

I simply nodded and turned. I needed to leave this place, and fast. I was not about to let myself be drawn into a moment of weakness. Not with that fucker. Alex was just using me, and I knew it. He didn't care about me, he just wanted to fuck me like I was some object to be countered and collected, and then brag about it.

I hurried to my car and drove off, and I didn't know why I felt so flustered. Was it because I was aroused by the idea? Did I want Alex to fuck me? Was it just because I wanted to be wanted? Or was it something else entirely?

I didn't have the luxury to ruminate on it, for I had to pick up Luna and catch a plane to Los Angeles for a long weekend, and I didn't want to dwell on it anyway.

"You okay?" Luna asked as I pulled up. "You look flustered."

"I'm fine," I said. "I ran into Alex again and he was a bit of a dick."

"Yeah? What'd he say?"

"Just the same bullshit douchebags like him say to women all the time," I said. "It just got me a bit flustered."

"Don't let them get to you, girl," Luna said, hugging me. "You're smarter than that." So reminiscent of what someone else had said.

I smiled. Luna was always there to cheer me up. It was good to have a friend like her. Someone I could trust. I hated how it made me feel when Alex was so forward. I wasn't used to that kind of attention. And the way Alex had dangled his offer in front of me, like a carrot, was something I hadn't experienced before. One thing was OnlyFans, another thing was a hot guy in front of me offering to fuck my brains out.

I would have been a liar if I said I didn't like it. I was flattered that Alex found me attractive. It's one thing when your husband tells you you're beautiful, but it's another when a sexy guy is staring at you like he wants to eat you up. And Alex was hot. I knew that.

So I pushed that thought aside as Luna and I boarded the plane and flew off to sunny California.

*

Kim and Luna having left for Cali had left the house, and the office for that matter, all to Linda and me. I knew Kim had high hopes of me taking my friend on a date, but having the pretense of satiating some fetish fantasy of hers made it all weird to even try, how to broach the subject. Linda and I had gone to lunch plenty of times, but it seemed like Kim wanted something more.

Inadvertently, that had made me look at Linda in a slightly different way.

I knew she was pretty, gorgeous even. We had made out, and a few things more, but I had never really looked at her with sex specific in mind. Not that I thought it would come to that, of course. She was my friend, and my wife's friend, and a tenant. But I did want to go out with her, even just to hang out. Linda deserved to get spoiled a bit, and treated to a nice evening.

The way she had been dressed at the office was very casual, as it often was. She wore a tight white top with a V-neck that showed off some cleavage, and her light blue jeans hugged her body, and her brown hair was in a ponytail. Her makeup was subtle, and it showed off her perfect facial structure. She looked quite splendid. I mean, she was always good-looking, but I was suddenly very aware. Had Linda put in extra effort, or was it just me?