*
I just wanted to get the fuck outta this quarantine bullshit. The hotel staff had been nice prior to the lockdown, but during it, they were not helpful at all. I tried numerous times to get help in contacting home, in contacting Kim, but they either didn't understand or didn't want to. I called bullshit on all of it, as I impatiently paced my room.
The whole thing had me stressed. I wasn't the type to pace, but I was so sick of being cooped up in here. My thoughts went back and forth between the lockdown and Kim currently getting defiled by Toby. One part of me, deep down as I was stuck in my own hell, worried he'd succeed in stealing her. I had seen the videos.
"He hasn't called yet? No response?" Toby would say after they'd fucked again.
"No," Kim responded. Toby had made it so she thought I had broken off contact, ignoring her... it broke my heart seeing her think the worst of me. It filled me with rage as much as I wallowed in pain of seeing my wife in such a state.
"Maybe he can't handle you getting something better," Toby purred in Kim's ears.
"But, why wouldn't he tell me?" Kim's voice sounded broken. It was hard to watch.
"Perhaps he has found someone else... get his own side thing..." Toby would mutter.
"No! No, he wouldn't do that! Not like this!"
Toby would tell any lie, prod in any direction, to keep Kim second-guessing me. He told little lies while giving her obviously better treatment in the bedroom, skewing Kim's perspective one whisper and thrust at a time. While I had the card of me getting home earlier, Toby used the time he thought he had utterly to his advantage.
From the first notice of what Toby was doing, I tried to find my laptop, as my phone was fucked anyway. The problem was, I soon realized I had left it down in Venezia as this was supposed to be a three-day non-work trip to the mountains. I spent too much time trying to convince the staff to get it shipped up to me but to no avail.
So the next thing I tried was to use my phone to create dummy email accounts, or accounts on any means of social media I knew Kim had. So that would've worked a few years ago, but as Kim had her broadcasting job as an e-sport analyst, she had some pretty intense filtering on all that stuff. I tried still, but I knew all of that went straight to the ether. The same went for her other socials, like Instagram, Discord, and whatnot, but again, Kim wasn't about to accept DMs from some strange account.
I had tried my own account, but Kim' didn't have open DMs with me on any services anymore. Didn't she notice that herself? Or perhaps she was too preoccupied... And as I tried all these things, the signal wasn't the best up here so everything I tried went at a snail's pace. It didn't help that I had such a hard time focusing. The stress was pounding my head like never before, the anger and hurt clouded my brain with a pulsing fog that didn't fully let up even in my clearest moments. It was hard to even make a coherent thought.
All this time, Toby kept trying to steal Kim's affection. He told me how he would make her breakfast, give her foot massages, and whisper sweet nothing into her ear. I can't explain it, but somehow I got erect whenever I saw those videos of him and my dear Kim. I didn't like it, I hated it in fact, yet I felt myself getting aroused watching him and her over and over. After, shame and anger came with a vengeance, and I was left in a cycle. A cycle of desperately trying to contact Kim, watching the love of my life get fucked by Toby on video, followed by a fit or rage and despair.
After a moment of clarity, I tried contacting other people I knew in Courtington, but again, bad internet or cell service made it a slow and tedious torment. Pure SMS or calling seemed to be blocked on my phone, except with Toby, so I had to try socials with them as well. Luna had left my messages unread, as she rarely checked her socials anyway. And just as I almost resorted to contacting Zach or Amanda, I was free. The lockdown was over.
My Italian colleague saw the stress once we met in the lobby. I gave him a quick rundown that something was wrong at home and I needed to get there as soon as possible. He let me borrow his phone, and I called Kim.
*
"Oh shit, oh shit!" Kimberly groaned as I gave her my most dedicated thrusts.
"F-fuck, your pussy is amazing!" I said, slamming away. I didn't know what made it better; the fact that it was Josh's wife, or that it was the hottest Latina slut I'd ever seen.
"Ah, ah ngah!" Kimberly moaned.
"Yes, that's it! That's the face! You're so hot when you cum," I groaned in reply.
"Oh god! I'm cumming, Toby!" Kimberly whimpered.
I could feel her tighten around me as I continued my pace. It was exhilarating, the feeling of having such an intense sexual partner. Her legs locked behind my back, and she pulled me down, wanting me to be as deep as possible. I loved how she'd pull me down with her, and it made me feel so close to her.
"M-more! Faster!"
I could feel my own orgasm approaching as my balls began slapping against her ass. We were both covered in sweat, our bodies rubbing against each other. She had one hand gripping my ass, and the other was pulling my head closer, and she was kissing me. I could feel her tongue against mine, and the intensity of the kiss was mind-blowing. I felt her walls tighten even more, and with one final push, I erupted inside of her.
We laid there, in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. Kimberly was laying her head on my chest, and we were both trying to catch our breath. The sex had been so intense, so passionate, that I felt like my heart was going to explode.
"That was amazing," she said, her voice breathy and light.
"Yeah, it was," I agreed.
"I could go for another round," she said, a teasing tone in her voice.
"I don't think you could take it," I chuckled.
"You sure about that?" She asked, moving her hand down towards my semi-erect member.
"Kimberly, if you keep touching me, I'm not going to be able to resist."
"Good," she said, a mischievous grin on her face.
She began stroking my cock, and I could feel it hardening in her hand. Her touch was electric, and I could feel the pleasure building within me. She was looking up at me, her eyes filled with lust. She moved her head down and took my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. I moaned as she took my length, her mouth hot and wet.
"Jesus, Kimberly, you're so good at this," I groaned.
"Mmmm," she hummed, her mouth full of my cock.
"Keep doing that, and I'm not going to last long," I warned her.
She pulled away from me, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my cock.
"Well then, you'd better fuck me hard and fast, so we both get to cum again," she said, her voice low and sultry.
I flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, my cock sliding into her pussy. She gasped as I entered her, and I began pounding into her, my pace furious.
"Oh, god, yes! Fuck me, Toby!"
