Holding her belly, Izzy enters the motel room. The tampon is soaking up Cane’s cum and swelling. The pressure is pleasant and comforting. She looks around for Jacob, but he is gone. She checks the bathroom, and there is no trace. ‘Where did he go?’ she thinks as she returns to the bedroom; her eyes passing over the bed, she sees two pairs of her underwear lying on top of the comforter. "Fuck," she says out loud.

  She picks them up and sees the crotch coated in fresh cum. ‘Shit, I really did intend to tell him about all this. But not like this,’ she is yelling in her mind. The st of her warmth from the orgasm fading In a panic, she calls Jacob. Her fingers trembling as she dials.

  Jacob picks up his phone and sees the call is from Izzy; he sets his phone down again. And stares out the window. It rings unanswered on the passenger seat.

  On the second call he picks up the phone and answers, “Yes,” he says, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

  "Where did you go?" she asks, biting her lip as she finishes speaking.

  "I went for a drive," he says, gripping the steering wheel.

  "Oh, okay, can you try Josh Gas and see if they sell maxipads?" She asks, trying to hear if he is upset. ‘I should have talked to him about what's going on before I went and slept with Cane. What was I thinking? I am an idiot.’ She sits down in a puddle of anxiety on the bed.

  "Uh, yeah, I think I know where that is, love you," he says, trying to keep his cool.

  "Love you too," she says, cheeks burning, feeling a little relieved. 'Why is he so calm? He must not have figured out what was on the underwear, she tells herself.

  She hangs up and sits on the bed, feeling the werewolf cum inside her; it still feels warm. The previous panic rush of adrenaline fading away quickly, leaving her tired. She lies back on the bed and falls into a fitful sleep, her short dress riding up her panties, getting damp as she starts to snore like a chainsaw.

  Jacob pulls into Jim's Gas and goes inside the store looking for maxi pads. He is shocked to see the wide variety they carry. There is an entire 15-foot aisle, 6 feet tall, of nothing but maxipads and tampons. ‘Well shit, what do I buy?’ he asks, looking over the aisle. ‘Why am I bothering? She is cheating on me.’ He sms his fist into a bag of overnights with wings, causing a box of tampons to fall off the shelf 10 feet away.

  ‘Maybe it's not what it seems? Should I give her a chance to expin? Why did I find it hot? Am I pathetic? Am I weak? I have more questions than answers. He stands there looking at the various pads and tampons, not really seeing them.

  He reaches out blindly and grabs the same bag he punched earlier. ‘She said she loves me,’ he says to himself. The thought is comforting but also feels hollow. He goes past the ice cream aisle and stops and grabs chocote ice cream. As he walks further towards the back, he sees a door beled XXX.

  He lingers looking at the door, the cold from the ice cream making his hand numb. He stares at it like it's some sort of magical portal before pushing it open and walking inside.

  He is stunned to see a sex toy shop filled with DVDs and VHS and even some 8mm film. "What is this?" he excims out loud as he looks around. he browses. shocked by the massive variety of toys and costumes. He sees a whole section devoted to cuckolding. He sets down the ice cream, familiar with the category but unfamiliar with the specifics. He picks up a DVD and looks it over before reading the back.

  “Trish, a young woman from the heartnd, enters into a nontraditional retionship with her boyfriend Josh. As part of their agreement, Trish partakes of a string of non-monogamous sexual escapades. He reads, ‘Wow, they y this stuff on thick.’

  He reads on: “As Trish gets further embroiled in the underworld of swinging and a hedonistic lifestyle, Josh struggles with the emotional toll of their agreement. However, he is determined to make the retionship work even if it means sharing Izzy.“ No, that says Trish, not Izzy, he corrects and finishes reading “with others.”

  He continues on, feeling himself growing aroused, “As Trish’s encounters become increasingly intense and intimate, Josh's feelings of inadequacy and jealousy grow. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the challenges of their unconventional retionship? Or will the thrill of it all tear them apart?

  He puts the DVD back with a shaky hand. “Is this my life too?” he says to the empty porn store. He picks the ice cream up, and he goes back to the convenience store side. He walks up to the register. Josh gas is standing there with a friendly look on his face.

  “Find everything you need, sir?” Josh asks, eyeing the stranger up.He thinks Jacob is an okay-looking guy, a little soft around the edges compared to him and a lot more worn down by the world, but he also knows how easy he has it. the small pile of gold in the safe a testament to that.

  “Yeah, everything,” he says without real emotion. Josh scans the jumbo maxipads. “You sure these are what you're looking for?” He looks Jacob over again. “If you're having incontinence problems, we have a great selection of diapers and pull-ups as well as some with cool designs.”

  Jacob turns bright red. “No, these will be fine.” He pulls out cash from his wallet and pays the bill.

  “Well, if you decide you need something cushier, we carry superior products,” Josh says as the door to the gas station closes behind Jacob. He sighs wistfully, picturing Jacob in a thick diaper begging him for a change. He sighs again, takes a seat, puts his feet up, and watches the rest of his movie.

  Jacob sits in the car before starting it, thinking about what he is going to say to Izzy, the movie blurb from earlier ringing in his head. ‘Am I strong enough for that kind of retionship?’ he starts the car. ‘Is that even what I want?’

  The drive back is filled with anxiety and fear but not self-loathing, an improvement if only a slight one. “I think the worst part,” he tells his empty car, “is she cheated. Not that she had sex with someone else, but she cheated on me.”

  He shuts the car off and walks into the motel room ready for a fight only to find her asleep on her back. her legs spread, her panties very wet. She is snoring loudly. ‘No fucking way,’ he says, coming closer; he bends down to get a better look and smells iron and cum and Izzy's usual smell of arousal. ‘She is full of cum again!’ He pulls her panties aside and sees the string hanging out. ‘So full of cum, she threw in a tampon to keep from getting it everywhere. Maybe her period started? That makes no sense; it's clearly not red.

  Izzy is half awake by now, more frozen by fear than anything. Her retionship about to explode, she feels him move her panties and suspects he sees the tampon. She is ready for him to start yelling, but instead he is touching himself. She watches through nearly closed eyes as he bends down to smell her. She tries not to move. He pauses, then sticks out a tongue and tastes her. ‘Oh,’ she says in her head, ‘this is not going the way I thought.’.

  He pulls himself back, his cock throbbing. ‘I almost orgasmed from one taste. I am broken. I am broken, and I should go live alone in the hills far from people.’ He sits there 5 inches from her well-used vagina as he scolds himself, ‘It's one thing to suspect you're cleaning up cum, but now there is no denying it: I am sick; I need help.’

  But as he is about to go get back in his car, he feels a hand on the back of his head, and she pulls him closer. "Yes, lick my clit," she says, taking the risk. To her surprise, he does. As he is making her feel wonderful, she moans, "I know you cleaned my panties,she says and takes a deep breath. "Now you're cleaning it up fresh," he feels his cock throb almost losing control. He keeps licking his face red with embarrassment once again. not that anyone can see it with how she is holding him tight against her sex.

  "Moan if you like this," she says, and he moans on her clit, making her spine tingle. this newfound control and the naughtiness turning her on.

  "Do you want more cum to clean up?" she asks, and he moans again. She squeezes her vagina, and cum flows out. He licks it up, his cock aching.

  "You want more," she asks. He again moans and nods. She lets his head go and pulls the tampon out and moves his mouth to her opening quickly. ‘What am I doing… this is wrong,’ her rational mind screams. But the rigid social structure she has kept her deeper desires locked away in is falling apart.

  His mouth is immediately filled with werewolf cum. He swallows and swallows, ‘She thinks this is hot,’ he thinks as he cleans her up, the cum very salty and rich in iron.

  "so hot, she moans and squeezes, filling his mouth again. Then it happens: the rubbing of the fabric of his underwear and the sheer arousal and stress make him cum in his underwear. He moans loudly into her clit, making her cum; she pulls his hair harshly. her back arching, making him taste more of her until her orgasm melts away, but she keeps him cleaning until the cum stops flowing from her.

  He crawls into bed next to her and moves to snuggle. ‘She is going to send me away,’ he thinks, his mind racing. He is wracked with confusion, guilt, and trauma, but he loves her. She pulls him close, kisses his forehead, then pulls him to her chest. He can hear her heartbeat. And with that, Jacob knows that Izzy truly loves him.

  "My Jacob," she whispers and pys with his hair. "the job is…" She stops to think, "The job is to be a companion to supernatural things if I want to. If I find them attractive," she pys with the hair on the back of his head.

  “I would understand if you left. I think I would leave if I were you," she chokes on the st words but knows it's true.

  “But I want you to stay. I love you,” she says, a tear falling from her eye. “But I won't stop what I am doing.” She feels the knot in her stomach trying to kill her.

  “But I don't know what this means for us; I just know I love you.” She starts to cry softly, the power imbance returning to equilibrium. He wraps his arms around her.

  "I love you too," he says, face buried in her still-clothed breasts. "Are we still together?" his fists clenching the fabric of her dress, pulling tightly so she can't disappear, his brain grasping in fear.

  "I want to be. I don't know why we can't be.” She says, “You don't need to be a cuckold or whatever silly thing you want to call it.” She tries to think of a different word: “It's more like I am just messing around on the side, but I always want to come home to you.”

  “Is that enough?” He looks at her, his own walls breaking down; he feels his eye growing wet.

  “It's enough for me. Plus, you seem to like it, and it's only 6 months out of the year, and then I am all yours.” She tries to rationalize. then wipes the tears away and puts on a fake smile. Fake because she is still in agony internally with how badly she has screwed everything up. “Plus, the sex is fantastic,” she winces. She hadn't intended to make it sound like the sex with other things is fantastic, but it is. She appends her sentence with, “With you, I mean.”

  He visibly tightens and then rexes. "I know what you mean."

  She spills the rest of it in a rush: "Did you know aliens are real? And werewolves, and I think I met the god Mars?" She says excitedly, "Who knows what else is real?" This is an experience of a lifetime." She makes a soft exhale as a little more cum flows out of her. "Even if it's messy and hard on us.

  She pulls him closer to her chest, her heart beating still racing. “What about us?” he asks again.

  “Nothing has to change; we are still us.” She pulls on his ear.

  "But what is my role in this retionship if you're having sex with aliens and gods?" He says. He is nowhere near egotistical enough to think he can compare to a god in bed. The emotional damage of his girlfriend telling him she wants to keep having sex with mythological and astronomical beings is a blow to his masculinity.

  "I'm not sure yet. but you can always… clean up..." She smiles at him and kisses his forehead. He blushes, his cheeks burning brightly, but soon calms, listening to her heartbeat. They fall into a comfortable nap wrapped tightly together.