Cuckold Consequences Ch 04

I tossed my suitcase into the open closet of the hotel room and sat down heavily on the bed. It was made, complete with new sheets and a mint on the pillow. I didn't realize they still did that sort of thing. The room smelled nice, clean, no lingering smell of sex or booze. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to keep myself calm. The whole drive back from the house, I'd been between panic, rage, and tears. Now... I just felt numb.

All the words from the fight with Julie were floating in my head like pieces of garbage in a polluted lake. Like a giant trash island floating in the ocean. It was a jumble, chaos, smoldering filth. Why did I go home? This was exactly the sort of thing I'd wanted to avoid. I didn't want to fight. But now... now things were worse.

I'd fucked it up. Again. Fucked everything up and there probably wasn't a way back.

I scrubbed my hands through my hair, pulling at it to distract from the pain in my chest.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket. The message was from Julie.

"I sent Devon home. Please come back. We can talk. I'm sorry for what I said. I was just upset. Please come home."

I stared at the screen until it went to sleep and then tossed it onto the bed and lay back, looking at the ceiling. No matter how this all worked out, if by some miracle Julie and I found our way back to each other, that house was never going to be home again. It held secrets and memories. It was haunted. Julie's screams embedded into the walls and the floors. If I slept in that bed again, the night would bring the echoes of those cries of ecstasy she was driven to by another man. And I'd feel like there were bed bugs crawling all over me. The left over skin and secretions from Devon as he slept in my place.

"Fuck!" I muttered. My cock was hard again. How utterly fucked up was I that even in the midst of all this turmoil and strife, after that horrible fight with the woman I still loved, I was getting turned on by the mere memory of her getting fucked?

Laughter bubbled up from my chest. Maybe I should call Carrie and have her come back for another anger bang. Didn't seem like such a bad idea. Just hearing a woman pick up the phone had made Julie furious. Did she not see the hypocrisy? How many times had I texted her, and she messaged back a picture of Devon's cock in her mouth or pussy or asshole? How many times had I called and heard her getting railed when I was trying to have a simple conversation about things like groceries? And the one time she calls a hotel room I'm staying in, and a girl picks up, she feels betrayed.

Though, if I were being brutally honest...I had betrayed her. Julie was just doing what we had agreed on. Yes, she'd gone behind my back too with some things she'd done, so she really didn't have a leg to stand on. But that didn't mean that what I did with Carrie wasn't wrong. We'd never discussed if I could sleep with other women. It never came up. Maybe that's what made it even more frustrating. Again, I was getting the short end of the stick. Julie got everything, and I wasn't even a consideration.

Everything was a mess. No. Mess was putting it lightly. This was a shit show. At some point, I'd have to talk with Julie. But if that was going to happen, I wanted it to be on my terms, not a surprise visit or encounter. Walking in on Julie fucking Devon like that...

I shook my head, trying to dispel the image. But it wouldn't go away. My arousal was like a poison and it was flooding my bloodstream. It was going to kill me. End me. I wanted it to go away, but any guy will tell you that sometimes, once you're horny, it just won't stop bothering you until you get it out.

But I wasn't going to jerk off thinking about Julie. I couldn't do that.

I grabbed my phone and quickly navigated to the site I'd been frequenting since being cut off by Julie. Sway Your Desires. It hosted tons of hotwife, swinging, cuckolding, and other masquerade type videos. Sort of like Eyes Wide Shut in real life. It was always good for jerk off content and at that moment I just needed something. Anything.

I clicked the newest video...

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Bright was sandwiched in the middle of the pile. The man that had introduced himself as Toro, a slim but muscular man with a large cock, lay on the bed below them. HIs cock burried deep in Bright's ass. Bright lay against Toro's chest, his hands on their hips as he thrust, causing Bright to thrust their own cock into Cherish, who was lying on top of Bright. Her legs were wide open and Bright's penis plunged deep into the woman's pussy. They were in a stacked tower on the king bed, Toro, Bright, Cherish, all laying back with legs wide towards a camera set up across from them filming the threeway.

"Yes! Yes fuuuuuck!" Cherish gasped, arching back against Bright's chest. Bright's tits pressed into the woman's back as they grabbed onto her shoulders to steady her as Toro continued thrusting rhythmically into Bright's ass.

"Good..." Bright groaned into Cherish's neck. They bit her collarbone gently, making Cherish gasp.

"Fuck me... fuck me Bright. Your cock is so good! Oh, fuck yes!" Cherish was whimpering with lust and delight. Toro below them both, setting the pace with his thrusts, his hips pounding up against Bright's ass. In turn driving Bright's hips and cock up into Cherish.

All three were sweating, glistening in the glow from the lamps surrounding the bed to get the proper lighting for the cameras.

Bright hadn't been prepared for this. Never in their lives would they have thought of this position, but Cherish had ordered it and now Bright was on the verge of orgasm with a cock deep in their asshole, stretching it wide, and their rock hard cock deep in the warmest, velvety tight pussy they'd ever dreamed of feeling.

Cherish turned her head, angling awkwardly to find Bright's mouth and kiss hard. "Yes..." She groaned into Bright's mouth. "Fuck... fuck your cock is wonderful. Fuck... I want your cum Bright. I want it."

Toro gripped Bright's hips tighter, groaning under the two bodies pressing him to the bed, requiring more strength to continue thrusting.

Skin slapped harder. "So fucking wet!" Bright moaned, reaching around to grab Cherish's bouncing tits. "So fucking... tight!"

"Yeessss oh fuck!" Cherish moaned, her hands going to Bright's, moving them more firmly against her breasts, making them pinch and pull. "Fucking abuse my tits, Bright! Do it! Use me!" She was whimpering now and pressing her luscious ass back down against Bright's hips.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Bright groaned, squeezing Cherish's tits so tight they were sure that the woman would develop bruises. "I'm...Oh fuck I'm gonna..."

"Do it! Fucking fill me with your cum, Bright! Oh GOD I"M CUMMING!" Cherish screamed loud, and her pussy began to squirt and clamp down on Bright's cock. Their balls were still encased in the soft pink satin of their panties, the gentle material cradling their balls as they began to constrict.

Cherish's juices dripped, running down over Bright's cock and staining their panties. It sent them over the edge. "Ohhhffuckingshit oh god Cherish I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside!"

"FUCKING FILL MEEEEE!" The woman was screeching.

Toro wordlessly began grunting as his own orgasm took hold and he began emptying his load into Bright's asshole. The feeling for Bright was euphoric, making their own orgasm doubly intense and shooting thick ropes of semen deep into Cherish's vagina.

All three, stacked in a tower of flesh and desire, cried out in ecstasy, thick ropes of cum and pussy juice spraying, leaking, dripping down the tower of thighs and asses.

Bright's cock slipped from Cherish's puffy smooth pussy, thick cum dripping down between her ass, pooling along Bright's shaft. Toro's cock popped from Bright's ass, a river of cum flowing out like the one from Cherish's pussy. They lay atop each other, groaning, gasping, catching their breath. The camera zoomed in on the dripping holes, lingering on the sight for a solid minute before the video ended.

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The video wasn't what I was expecting. But it worked nonetheless. I stroked furiously, watching the pussy and ass getting filled, the groans and gasps. The filthy mouth on the woman as her breasts bounced and the person below shooting their cum deep into her pussy. I was already so on edge with my frustrating hard-on that I came within minutes, almost syncing with the video as it ended on the holes dripping cum.

I let myself fall back. Thumbing the window closed on my phone and dropping it back to the bed. I'd cum all over my boxers, but I didn't really care that I was a mess. It was just further outward evidence of my inward problems. However, the post ejaculation clarity was helping to blow the fog away from my mind.

I'd been childish when arguing with Julie. She'd been worried about me, and rightly so. I hadn't texted or called or answered any of her messages. What was she supposed to think? And even if she was worried, was she supposed to run to the police? There wasn't any indication I was in danger. She'd tracked my phone. Called the hotel. Should I have expected more? Should I have expected anything?

There wasn't a straightforward answer. And that was probably what was even more infuriating. I wanted something clear cut and easy. But none of this was easy.

Maybe I do, in a way, love Devon. Those words were echoing in my head too, always rising to the surface. My wife... was in love with someone else. And of all people... it was Devon. It made my stomach turn. How could I have ever thought seeing her with him was erotic? There were probably essays and studies in psychology that could tell me why, but none of those would make me feel any better.

I'd driven my wife into another man's arms. And sure, she probably didn't love him the way she loved me, but... she'd made space for him in her heart. That was a significant thing. So what was I supposed to do with that? What was I supposed to do with any of this?

Divorce?

That thought was even more painful than all the others. No doubt if I reached out to friends, family, strangers on the internet, the most common answer I would get would be "divorce the bitch". But I probably wouldn't fare well either. I'd be labeled pathetic, small, weak, disgusting, for letting and encouraging my wife to have sex with a man like Devon. Any road I took was riddled with pain and strife. The question was, which road, which pain, was I willing to endure?

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Carrie threw herself down into one of the conference chairs and spun herself around like she used to do when she was a preteen. In her head she was shouting, weeeeeeeeee. But outwardly she had resting-bitch-face. She brushed back her white hair, pulling it into a small ponytail and tying it off.

"And what has you spinning with delight?" Gwen asked, standing at the whiteboard, carefully erasing the parts they no longer needed, but keeping the notes that they still needed to discuss.

"Delight?" Carried asked, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back in her chair. She glanced around the conference room. Jami's stuff was still on the table, but they weren't back from their coffee run. Didn't matter that it was the middle of the day, coffee flowed like water in this office and especially for their team.

"Yeah. You only spin around like that when you're happy." Gwen turned and gave Carrie a cheeky smile. "Does it have something to do with the fact you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" Her eyebrows wiggled. Putting the eraser down, she pulled out a chair next to Carrie and sat, crossing her legs in her slimming green jeans and leaned her elbows on the table, utterly fascinated and listening intently.

Carrie snorted and couldn't help but grin. "Yeah. Well. I figure that's a given."

"It was either that or you're a slob."

Carrie flipped her off but kept her grin.

"So. Do tell. Who was the lucky fella? Or was it a lady?" Gwen sat back, smoothing out her black satin blouse.

Carrie spun in her chair again, looking off into the distance, and then, glancing around to make sure no one else was close enough to listen, looked back at Gwen. "Tom."

Gwen's eyes widened, and her jaw gaped. "T...Tom? Tom Merrick? Our Tom?" She was stammering.

Carrie shrugged and nodded, her grin still bright.

"Wh...but...he... Carrie... he's married!" Gwen was leaning forward now, and her face had taken on a stormy countenance. "Is Tom cheating with you?"

Carrie saw the anger simmering beneath Gwen's forced calm. She knew all about Gwen's messy divorce, how her husband had cheated on her. And she knew from previous conversations that Gwen didn't put up with cheaters of any sex. If Carrie was 'the other woman' in this scenario, then there was no doubt Gwen was going to rain down hell and fury on both her and Tom.

"No! No. I mean, no, not exactly. Not like that. We aren't having an affair. He and Julie are taking a break. Er, well, I think maybe it's worse than that, but he wasn't very forthcoming last night, before or after we had sex."

"Cheesumcrow." Gwen muttered, a look of confusion and worry on her face as she sat back.

"I have no idea what that means." Carrie raised an eyebrow.

"A nice way of saying 'Jesus Christ'." Gwen waved a hand. "So, what? Did Tom go to your place or..."

"He got a hotel room. We went drinking and afterwards were a bit out of it, plus he said he and Julie were taking a break, having problems, so he got a hotel room. We didn't plan it. It just... kinda happened. He said he hadn't had sex in a month..."

"Holy fuck a month?" Gwen stared at Carrie.

"Can you make up your mind about swearing? I'm getting moral whiplash."

Gwen flipped her off. "Alright Carrie, you need to tell me what's going on. Because yesterday morning, Tom slept in his office. And he wasn't looking good. And when I talked to him,well,l he mentioned some bedroom issues, but he didn't say anything about him and Julie taking a break." She bit her lip, genuinely worried.

Carrie was impressed. Gwen really was a good friend and talented team lead. Or boss. She never was really clear on exactly how she was supposed to refer to her. Didn't matter really. Gwen was in charge. That was the long and short of it. "Well..." Carrie went over what had happened last night. How Tom had confessed to not having had sex with his wife in over a month. About being wound up. How they'd gone back to the hotel and ended up fucking. Then the morning when Tom had basically confused that Julie was cheating.

"So..." Gwen stopped her. "He said Julie was being unfaithful. He told me she wasn't. It's clear that something is going on in the bedroom..."

"But it ain't Tom. That man can fuck." Carrie grinned mischievously.

Gwen raised an eyebrow and her cheeks colored pink. "Yeah, well... you can... fill me in on the lewd details later."

"Five orgasms, Gwen." Carrie leaned back, arms folded as if she were throwing down a winning hand at poker.

The indignant look on Gwen's face, along with her pink cheeks and saucer wide eyes, made Carrie grin all the wider.

"Fine. So the bedroom issue isn't on Tom's end." She smoothed her blouse again nervously. Gwen sat back in her chair, brow furrowing in genuine concern.

Carrie sighed. She wasn't the most emotionally in tune person. But she could tell that Tom was having a rough go of it this morning when she'd left him to come to work. His decision to take the day off was probably the best one he'd made in a while, from what she could tell. Besides fucking her. That had been a very great decision, as far as she was concerned. And she'd gladly do it again...

In fact...

"I don't like that look on your face." Gwen gave Carrie a hard stare.

"What?" Carrie asked innocently.

"Don't give me those doe-eyes. Don't drag Tom down into your little den of iniquity, Carrie. This could be serious and the last thing Tom needs is to get all tangled up with casual sex."

"Who says it's casual..." Carrie trailed off, seeing Gwen's 'don't give me that shit' look. "Right. Right. Fair enough." She put her hands up in mock surrender. "I guess you're right. He's... yeah, he's off. And the only little bits I could get were that it definitely has something to do with his wife. Maybe she's cheating... or maybe it's more of an emotional affair? Maybe she hasn't done anything physical but..."

Gwen was nodding, nails tapping against her arm. "I know how it goes, Carrie. Been there. Some flirting here. Friendly lunches there. And it always leads to the bedroom. Or I guess, in my case, the copy room." She rolled her eyes, clearly remembering how she'd caught her ex husband.

Carrie sucked at her teeth gently in thought. If Tom suspected his wife was having an emotional affair, that could certainly affect a person's bedroom performance. Which could then lead into his wife being driven more towards whomever it was that she was getting attention from. A sad and sick cycle that would spiral into an inevitable end. Obviously, Tom's private life was his own, but Carrie did consider him a friend, just like the rest of her teammates. She didn't want to see him suffer.

"So, what do you think we should do?" She finally asked, looking at Gwen as she was looking off into the distance and tapping her nails in thought.

"Well... you know where he's staying, right?" Gwen mused.

Carrie fished out the hotel room key card she'd taken that morning. "Yep."

"You still have a key? Geez, Carrie, were you planning on ambushing him or something?"

Carrie snorted. "No. I just took it in case I'd forgotten anything in the room. I was gonna give it back to Tom next time he was in the office. Before we left, he extended his stay, so I figured he'd still be there when he finally came back."

Gwen sighed. "Well... maybe we should go see him. The last thing that man needs is to just wallow in whatever it is he has going on. Let's drop by and invite him to dinner. Show him he's got some listening ears."

It sounded like a decent enough plan. Maybe not the best, but what else were they going to do? Their other option was to leave him alone. And that seemed worse than showing up unannounced and giving him sympathy. It was clear Tom needed some companionship. Carrie had felt that well enough last night when he'd been fucking her. She'd seen the need in his eyes, the frustration that had built up over time, and how he was releasing it with her. And she was happy to let him, because she liked sex a bit rough and Tom had done a good job giving her what she wanted. But if the reason for that harsh action and pent up frustration was because he had trouble at home, then that could become a dangerous mix. If you got your frustration out with sex, it could be healthy. But let it go too far and it would become toxic.

Truth be told. What she and Tom had done might have been more of a poison pill rather than some sort of liberating epiphany.

Carrie sat back with a heavy sigh. Now she felt like crap. As great as the night had been and all the orgasms she'd had, Gwen was annoyingly right.

"So... what, are we gonna take him for burgers and probe into his unraveling marriage?"

Gwen glanced to the door of the conference room, noticing Jami with a cup of coffee in their hand, returning to the meeting. "We will discuss it later. Come to my office when we are done here."

Jami walked in, going back to their chair and sitting down with a huff. "Miss anything?" They asked.

Carrie and Gwen glanced at each other for just a bare moment and shook their heads. "Nope. Let's see if we can wrap this up..." Gwen sighed and got them back to work.

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It was easier to get Devon to leave than Julie had imagined. After Tom left, when the initial shock of it wore off, Julie shuffled herself back into her bedroom and shoved Devon awake and told him she needed him to leave. After some groggy protests, he shrugged it off and got dressed.