Surrounded Ch 04

This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.

Note: For clarification purposes, in terms of the timeline, the 'Surrounded' series is among the earliest stories in the timeline of my story universe, so a lot of my other stories take place after the events of this one. Just something to keep in mind...

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(Amanda)

I have the best husband!

This wasn't really breaking news, but I just had to say it again. Matt was the best! I was as in love with him now as I was when we got married. Looking at the world as it stands now, and seeing so many friends going through messy break-ups, it was pretty rare to actually find someone who was such a perfect match. Matt shared my belief system in pretty much every way, but we had just enough differences to keep it interesting. But the things that mattered were the things we had in common. We both came from a religious background, which was great, and I honestly feel like those values had formed the backbone of our marriage. We both also had a strong work ethic, and that had led both of us to success.

My own work as a lawyer, while being a lot of work, was not bringing in as much money at this point as would be ideal, but it gave me a lot of personal fulfillment, to give justice to those who had had injustices enacted on them. But Matt's work at the business he had personally started was amazing, an absolutely incredible success story. He made money hand over fist, enough to give us both a great life, and he respected my ideals enough to never pressure me to stop working and just rest on our small fortune. That made me love him even more, and watching him at work filled me with love and respect for him. He did things the right way, both in business and in life. I couldn't imagine a more moral, ethical, and kind person than him. I love him so much.

He was a man of many talents as well. He was an excellent businessman and entrepreneur. He also had a passion for cooking and fitness. And he also loved sports. He was a big baseball fan, and while that kind of stuff was another language to me, his passion was infectious, making me into a fan as well. I loved going to games with him, just to see how excited he would get.

He was my husband, my best friend, and my mate. I mean, it didn't hurt that he was really darn hot. He was just so handsome, with a nice golden tan, and firm, fit muscles. He was athletic without overdoing it, which was great, cause those drooling meathead jocks were my least favorite type of guy. I couldn't get enough of his handsome features, and his smile would still send a shiver through me, even after knowing him for years. How could I be this lucky?

I mean, of course, there were a few hiccups, especially these last few months. Work had kept both of us very busy, and there were times we barely saw each other for days on end. Things had gotten hectic, leaving both of us on edge. We were both clearly distracted and it definitely showed at times. I would be exhausted and he seemed especially on edge. Because of this our love life had suffered.

Normally, when we did, um... 'it', it was really good. I really enjoyed making love to my husband, and I know he loved doing it with me. But lately, he would be so tired that he would pass on making love. I was never offended, no, of course not. It just helped me realize how stressed out he truly was. And whenever we did do 'it', it was as good as ever. He still made me stars. I mean, there was that one little hiccup, when he called out the name 'Katie' when we were doing it. As soon as I recognized what he said, I gave him a look. When he noticed my confusion, he realized what he had done. He laughed it off and seemed honestly perplexed about what he had just done. I could see the truth in his eyes when he said this, so I took no offense. And even if he had someone else on the brain, so what? All my friends would talk about the hot athletes or movie stars they would fantasize about while making love to their husbands. I always thought about Matt, to be honest, but fantasizing about someone else wasn't so unusual. I suppose it was possible that he was fantasizing about someone else, maybe that hot starlet Katie Ware. But really, looking in his eyes, I could see he was being honest with me, about it being a simple mistake. I had never once doubted him, not once, so why start now? The fact that he made me scream in pleasure moments later certainly didn't hurt matters either.

I didn't even put together that, oh yeah, my sister's name is Katie, that's weird. But as soon as I thought that, I laughed. Katie is so not the type of girl Matt likes. Trust me. To be honest, and I know it sounds bad, but my older sister could be a little bit, uh... promiscuous, a fact he was well aware of. And he had been right there when Katie would act out and be especially bratty and spoiled. She was not a pleasant person to be around, and I was honestly amazed when she could hold onto a man for an extended period of time.

I was amazed that she seemed so smitten by her new boyfriend. She acted like he was the one, but he didn't sound so different from her other boyfriends, to be honest. But now... now she got knocked up by him, so... yeah, I suppose things are getting more serious. I haven't even met him yet, though, so there's that. Knowing her, I'm not convinced by this whole thing. By her descriptions, he sounded like one of those nasty guys who liked her for purely aesthetic reasons. And two, I'm not so convinced in this 'love' she felt for him. I knew Katie. She wasn't the romantic type, so hearing her talk like this made me skeptical. It sucks to be so doubting of her, but I knew her history, so I had to wonder if this was some scheme she was playing on him. Like, what was in this for her? Like I said, she could be a bit promiscuous, so something like this happening wasn't completely shocking. But knowing her history, I wouldn't be surprised if this was some stunt by her to lock this new guy down.

A lot of things have been kinda strange lately. This weird fog that had been hanging over me and Matt had affected our friends and family as well. I feel like we both make it a point to be surrounded by really good people, and that was normally the case, but some of them have begun to act kinda weird, or had big major life events happen. I've been kept so busy lately that my best friend Michelle has started hanging out with my sister more and more. Which was odd, because, well... Katie was Katie, and neither Katie nor Michelle really ever took to one another. Katie typically did her own thing, as if she was above me and my friends, and Michelle and I would always kinda make fun of her and how she carried herself. It was gentle, don't worry, but Katie could be literally impossible to handle sometimes, and we couldn't stop ourselves from poking a bit of fun. But Michelle had started hanging out with Katie, and it seemed like, almost immediately upon this happening, she got knocked up too.

Michelle was SO not that type of girl, so this happening was absolutely stunning. I was floored when she broke the news. She was beaming with excitement, so I was excited for her. Excited, and, to be honest, a bit jealous. I really wanted to have Matt's baby. I mean, I REALLY wanted to be a mom. The thought of having Matt's babies filled me with such joy. Deep down, I wanted babies, really, right now, but my brain knew better. Both he and I were so busy with our work and our lives that we didn't have time in our lives to have a child. We were both responsible in that way, and despite how badly I wanted a baby, I took every precaution that it didn't happen till we were both ready. So yeah, I had this deep yearning to have a baby, and seeing these two other women who I was very close to getting preggers at the same time, going through this incredible life journey together... yeah, I felt a bit left out. Now they were palling around, and were practically BFF's all of a sudden, and to be honest, I was a bit hurt by this. I might be completely making a mountain out of a molehill here, but it was odd that Michelle and Katie's attitude towards each other completely changed, as if on a dime. It was weird, and I had to wonder if I was missing something special.

This was compounded by the fact that Michelle was positively glowing. Katie was too, but pregnancy really suited Michelle especially. She was absolutely radiant, to the point where even Matt noticed. Now Matt, who at times could be like any other guy and be blind to the obvious things around him, commented on her. We were in bed talking and he had mentioned, off-hand, that Michelle was looking sexy. I was a bit stunned hearing him say this, making a comment like that about my best friend. But as odd as it seemed, the more I thought of it, I wasn't really offended. If anything, I felt happy that he felt so comfortable saying this in front of me. We were so relaxed in our marriage that he was willing to be so open. And, if anything, I was happy that he was one of those guys that was able to appreciate the true beauty of pregnancy. It strengthened my love for him and only increased my intense craving to carry his child. He was too tired that night for a little hanky-panky, unfortunately, but I knew someday I would provide him with this ultimate gift, a gift only I could give him.

I couldn't wait!

Regrettably, we were not at that point yet. Things were in kind of a funny spot for a bit, and me and Matt were both feeling it. This whole thing, this weird distance between me and Matt, our crazy busy schedules, and the fact that my best friend was hanging out with my older sister more than me, it just cast a strange pall over things. Things were getting more and more fraught and tense. I could feel it, as could Matt, and this strangeness in life eventually had to reach a head, and it did, when I had the car accident.

It was a fender-bender. It was so minor. I had a few bumps and bruises and I was sore for a bit, but on the scale of things, it could have been a lot worse. But when Matt came to me, and seeing the hurt and guilt in his eyes, hurt that his soulmate was in the hospital, and guilt that he couldn't have been there for me sooner, it just made me love him more. He cared so much, and he was there for me every step of the way. I loved him so much.

It felt like the accident really put things into focus. We re-examined our priorities and re-devoted ourselves to each other. Married life was no fun if you couldn't spend more time with your spouse, so we made it a point to pull back a bit to spend more time together. He had been there for me during the healing process, and he had been home to greet me every day after work. He would surprise me with flowers or surprise meals or nights out. It was bliss. I knew things wouldn't be like this forever. I was a realist, and I knew our careers would make us busy again. These last couple days, Matt had to stick around work a bit later, and that was fine. I understood. But for those fleeting few weeks where work and other obligations weren't an issue, I was happier than I'd ever been. This was the life I'd imagined when I married Matt. We were together, just me and him, and I couldn't be happier.

I had the best husband!

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(Matt)

I'm the worst husband.

I've been doing my best. I really have. The accident was a wake-up call, and I had tried to turn my focus solely onto Amanda, but it was tough. The longer I kept away from Katie, or Michelle, the stronger the urge to return to them became. I couldn't stop thinking about their huge tits. And damn, with their pregnancies, they must be getting even bigger. I can only imagine how big they must be now and... uh, yeah, anyway.

I couldn't stop thinking about them. Every day, I fantasized about fucking their brains out, making them scream. I couldn't stop thinking about fucking them like the filthy sluts they were. As fun as domestic married life was, it seemed dull compared to the hot fire I had experienced with those two women. Day after day, I would get harder and harder for them. I wanted to call them, to see them, to meet up with them, anything. I needed a fix of their hot bodies, but I knew, for my own sake, I had to go cold turkey. For the sake of my soul I had to stay on a good path. I had to remain true to my wife, as difficult as it was for me.

I loved her, I really did. Despite everything, I loved Amanda dearly. She filled me with warmth and love that I never felt before. But those other women, those dirty, nasty, amazing, smoking hot evil sluts... they drove me crazy on an animalistic level that was too feral to be held back.

I was doing my best. When I felt those... urges... I would take care of myself in the bathroom, away from my wife. It was better than giving my prized load to those scheming women. They had both gotten too much, clearly, as evidenced by their pregnant bellies. I knew, mainly due to the fact that both Katie and Michelle were carrying my babies in their bellies that I would have to deal with them eventually. I wasn't trying to dodge that responsibility. It was just... those girls were corrupting me, and if I didn't pull back now, I would never be able to. There was something dark inside me, and I had to keep it a bay. I had to starve that hunger out. I had to protect the light.

But it was tough. Very tough. Both Katie and Michelle had been barraging my phone with texts and sexts and all sorts of filthy temptations, and I did my best to ignore them all. Occasionally one of them would stop by, staring daggers at me, but I didn't give them an inch to work with. I could feel their annoyance and frustration. I was doing my best to fight them off. And so far, it was working.

But the darkness inside me, despite all the work I had done... it wasn't going away. I couldn't stop my dirty mind from seeing sex everywhere. No matter where we went, I felt like I was surrounded by temptation. Like flashes in my mind, thoughts of nasty sex would intrude on my thoughts.

I met a new intern at work. She was a cute young blond, emphasis on the young, like, fresh out of high school, young. I smiled at her and shook her hand and she smiled back at me, a perfectly cordial first impression.

FLASH! Her bent over my desk as I roughly drilled her from behind. She drove her cute, bare ass back at me as I fucked her squeezing pussy, and she screamed and swore in pleasure, a far cry from the nice, sweet young woman she presented herself as.

I always had to shake my head to clear these nasty thoughts.

Or the time at the coffee place near where I worked. I looked at the barista, who I had always been friendly with. She was attractive, for sure, but she had that edge to her that made her stand out. As she went to retrieve some supplies, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift to her ass, clad in dark, clingy pants. I bet she wore a thong, a tiny little string bisecting those round perky cheeks. And when she reached up to a high shelf, and the hem of her top rose to expose some skin... bingo, a noticeable whale-tail, proudly displayed.

FLASH! Me and her, sneaking off in a back room of the coffee shop, her legs around my waist as I fucked her against the wall, her top pulled up to show off her large breasts as I squeezed them roughly, making her scream and moan like a filthy whore.

I had to march out of that place in silence, and she no doubt sensed something was up.

Or that woman that I met at the parking lot near the grocery store. She became convinced I had bumped into her car with mine in the parking lot, which I didn't. As she confronted me, I looked over and noticed a minor dent near the wheel well of her car, an incredibly minor bump that could have happened anywhere. It was pretty easy to miss, to be honest, it was that inconsequential. But it wasn't me who did this. My car had certainly not touched hers. I was sure of it. My car wasn't even in the right spot to hit her car where that dent was, but it didn't matter to her. I figured she had just discovered a dent on her car and blamed the driver of the nearest car, which happened to be me. I was simply the unlucky one caught in her crossfire. She was an older Asian woman, and she seemed like one of those high-powered executive types, and even though I was of a similar level professionally, she clearly didn't see that in me. I was an undisciplined young man that needed to be punished. She confronted me loudly and aggressively, but despite that, I couldn't help but notice how her big tits jiggled under her blouse, and how her tight pants clung to her round ass.

FLASH! Her riding my cock in the backseat of her car, right in the middle of the parking lot. She rode my cock as if she wanted to destroy it, screaming and moaning and swearing at me as she fucked my brains out.

I'm sure she noticed something odd about me when I had to clear away these nasty thoughts.

Or the woman at the flower shop. She was an older woman, kind of an older hippie type, but she recognized me, as I only bought flowers for my wife there. She always wore a thin, airy dress, draped over her curvy mature frame, and for the first time, I noticed she was actually pretty attractive for an older woman, and she had a pretty voluptuous body. How had I never noticed her tits were that big?

FLASH! Us behind the counter of the flower shop. She had sat me down on a chair and was now on top of me. We were both naked, coated with the sweat of heated exertion, our bare skin sliding against each others' as she bounced on my married cock. Her big, pale, luscious mature tits filled my palms as I squeezed them greedily. I then imagined this nice older woman, bent over, her dress pulled to the side to expose her big, mature ass, with a black thong splitting the cheeks. I reached between them, pulled the thong to the side, and...

No... no!

I had to stop myself from getting carried away. I felt pretty guilty each time this happened. These women were being nothing but kind and helpful, except for the parking lot woman, and all my filthy mind could do was imagine them in sexual situations. It felt almost disrespectful to be treating these women like sex objects in my mind when they were so much more than that. None of these women were thinking about sex when I talked to them. They were just doing their jobs, and I was turning these innocent interactions into filth. It felt really wrong of me.

This pull inside me, this darkness, was gaining traction. It was infesting my normal life. I never behaved like this before, when I was venting my urges with Katie, or Michelle. Even before this whole thing began I wasn't like this. I didn't know enough, at that point, to think this way. I wished I could go back to that point, but it was a fruitless thought. I couldn't change the past. I couldn't change the fact that my actions would forever be imprinted on me, changing me forever. I could only do my best to change my ways. I knew that if I wasn't careful, it would be so easy to get myself in even worse trouble. This whole thing could blow up so fast. But, I needed to do something about this. I couldn't go on living like this. So, I thought, maybe if I just indulged myself, in the most slight, minor way, I could let off a bit of steam.

That was how I convinced myself to take a detour on my way home from work. That was how I convinced myself to park outside of a strip club on the other side of town.