One Man's Trash

The scene kicks off with John and Holly lugging boxes into their new place, both of them huffing after the move. They drop the last few right on the living-room floor and the second the work’s done they’re all over each other, lips locked, ready to break the new couch in. Holly stops him just long enough to say she still wants to wait on starting a family. John fishes a condom out of his pocket, tears the foil, and they go at it anyway. When they’re finished, he knots the rubber and tosses it in the kitchen trash, then hauls the whole bag out to the curb bin. He doesn’t notice Janine crouched by the fence, waiting. She rips the bag open, spots the used condom, and a wicked little glint hits her eye. She pockets it and slips off into the dark. Months later, Holly’s headed out on a week-long business trip. John kisses her goodbye at the door, clueless that Janine’s watching from across the street. The same afternoon the doorbell rings and there she is, telling John she’s pregnant—his. He’s stunned, but she steps inside and lays it all out: she used that tossed condom to knock herself up two months back. Now she wants him to play house with her for the week while Holly’s away. John’s jaw tightens, but he caves. For seven days he cooks for her, fucks her, holds her the way a husband would. Every time he tells himself it’s just for show, the way her moans fill the house, the way her natural tits bounce when he’s on top, he feels something shift. He tries to ignore it, but his hands keep reaching, his mouth keeps finding hers, and each time she slides his cock from her pussy straight to her lips he knows he’s in deeper than he planned. By the time Holly’s flight is due back, John’s got no idea how he’s supposed to let Janine go—or if he even wants to.