Three days have passed since I last spoke with Kyle. Ever since then, I noticed that Jen was more and more focused on her phone. Maybe I was a bit paranoid but she was taking her phone everywhere, even during short trips to the kitchen. It was as if she didn't want me to get a hold of her phone for whatever reason.
I haven't spoken with Kyle since then. Every moment I wanted to ask if he had any updates with Jen, but he made it clear he would let me know if anything noteworthy happened. In a weird sense, I trusted him. Or, my best bet was trusting him.
I also appreciated the last video he sent. I was not grateful or I was not going to do whatever he asked because of a video, but that video became the best thing in my life for the last three days. The company recently asked me to add a new feature to its communication system which I did, but it caused a stupid bug where the system reboots whenever a branch makes an inventory check on the other. I have been working non-stop for the last three days with my team. That week it became apparent that the new feature required me to rewrite the entire code for the program. Based on my previous experience, it would require intensive work for two to three weeks.
It has already been a stressful week, and whenever I needed a release, I was going back to the video Kyle sent me. Whenever I saw Jen's lookalike, I was getting rock-hard in an instant. And moments after I hear her screams which intensify when Kyle goes balls deep inside her... I was cumming instantly. I became obsessed with the video and haven't browsed for anything else since.
It was becoming late on Wednesday night and I was still at the office. It was almost 9pm but I was still stuck there, partially at will and partially with the pressure to complete my work on time. I decided to work a bit more and then get back home later.
I worked for 45 minutes more and achieved my goal for the day. I shut down the office, grabbed my coat and was ready to leave the office. Just when I was grabbing my bag, I received a text from Kyle, asking me how I was doing and if I would be home soon. I said I was at my office but I am about to leave just now. He asked me if I let Jen know I was going home. Kyle responded in relief after I said no:
- That's great. Don't let her know you will be home soon, and maybe stay at the office a bit more. I have some updates for you. Hang on a second, I will be with you shortly.
I asked as Kyle said, sat on the couch and started to wait for his update. He texted two minutes later:
- Dude, you have been doing a fantastic job shutting Jen down for the last few days. I never thought I could get so much free time chatting with her. For future reference, you need to spend more time with your fiancee, especially if somebody else is trying to fuck her.
+ Well, it's not by choice. I have this issue at work and I have been spending a lot of time at work lately.
- Really? I hope it won't cause you more issues, but whatever that is, even if you manage to fix it, keep mimicking it. Jen and I have been chatting non-stop for the last few days. We even had a few phone calls at night. I thought she was just sneaking out, but I assume you were not home?
+ I was probably not at home because I have been going home late for the entire week and it might become a regular for the next few weeks. Didn't she tell you anything about what I was doing?
- Sorry man, but she rarely talks about you. Anyway, keep doing whatever you are doing.
+ What have you guys been chatting about? Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?
- It's nothing significant. We are just chatting about this and that, you know. And I am telling you now. I can't be on top of you 24/7, you know?
+ OK sure... But what about Jen?
- Oh, her? I would be happy to be on top of her 24/7.
+ Fuck you, that's not what I meant.
- Ahahaha, yeah sure. I think our connection is getting stronger, especially after the night we spent together after the game. We will probably become as close as possible after a couple of more nights like that, but I am still not sure if she is sexually interested in me. You know, many other sluts were begging me to fill them up by now. Jen didn't jump on my cock yet.
I wasn't happy with Kyle's tone and his language, but I had already gotten used to it and understood there was no point asking him to stop:
+ So she said nothing yet? Are you saying it's safe to say we can stop the whole thing?
- Fuck? No! Many sluts revealed themselves at this point, but many others were still hesitant. Bro, don't worry. I will let you know when it's time to stop. You trust me, right?
+ Sure... So, is there any other thing you want to tell me now? I should be getting home, Jen has been waiting for me for some time and I am extremely tired.
- Yea, about that... I have been texting with Jen and she was frustrated you were not home. She was super bored, so I suggested we hang out at a bar close to my house. And... She accepted! She is getting ready right now and should be leaving home soon. So just don't let her know you will be leaving the office soon, OK?
I was a bit confused and I certainly wasn't a fan of where this was going. Then, as if he read my mind, Kyle texted again: