District

On that day, he felt the rush of ejaculation flowing within his balls from the sex scene, the unfathomable pleasure, the unruly nature that shaped his heart. The two love-fucking birds were done and left the room. Tom was left alone, finally, so that he could breathe and take it easy. He had to clean up his mess--his cum, so thick and overwhelming, was splattered on the floor as if someone had spilled milk--and he grabbed a nearby cloth and wiped it off. His bodily fluid left a foul smell, so he used powdered detergent and water to scrub the face of the floor clean. It was done.

Scrambling down the stairs and into the living room, he met the wife of the house. She was dressed in her uniform from head to toe. No longer was she naked. No longer was the mysterious man around as well.

"Oh, there you are, Tom. I've been looking for you everywhere. Could you do me a favor?" she asked of him.

Tom was shocked. He couldn't believe it. After everything that had happened, the lady of the house was acting as if nothing had happened. He couldn't react, and that's when she snapped her fingers.

"Hello, are you okay...?"

"Ah yes, sorry miss, I was just thinking...."

"Thinking of what?" she asked.

"N-nothing! Nothing at all!" Tom adjusted his posture, his head slightly bent, nervously spooked. "I will do my job, miss!"

"Okay then," she said and gave him the things she needed done.

The next day, everything had gone back to usual. Tom didn't say a thing about what had happened yesterday, for he was afraid of what the consequences might bring for him. Like say he suddenly broke the news to her husband--he would get mad, a divorce would ensue, and Tom, for what it was worth, would be homeless, poor even. He didn't want that. He would just have to talk about it another time, just not with these two.

For the next couple of days, he did his very best to hide the secret, and what better way to do that than by being good at your job.

He mopped the floors.

He washed the dishes.

He took out the trash.

He even went so far as to clean the storage room, taking the stuff out, categorizing it, and neatly putting it back; all clean, organized, and arranged in a proper manner.

"Oh my," the wife said. "Tom is working very hard."

"He really is," the husband said in reply. "Makes you wonder what changed for him to be so active all of a sudden?"

The wife didn't say.

She later spoke after seeing the hard work that Tom put in.

"You know what we should do--we should reward him for his efforts!"

"I agree."

It was coming to the final day: Pay day.

Tom entered the house early in the morning, and the wife was the first to reach for the door to welcome him, rather than him usually doing so because he had a second key.

"Please come in," the wife kindly said.

But before Tom could go for his routine work, he was stopped by the wife.

"Before you go to work, my husband and I have something very important to discuss. Will you please follow me?"

"Y-yes," said Tom, and he followed through.

Just as he accepted, a feeling of fear and regret hissed at him.

'What do they want me for--Wait, don't tell me...'

He sat down and faced the couple just as he did during his first-time interview.

'Don't tell me they found out!'

"We are here today to discuss a very particular situation that happened a few days ago in the main bedroom," the husband said.

'OH SHIT, THEY DID!'

It was at this very moment that Tom's heart was beating faster than usual as he regretted his decision. He should have said something, but now he didn't have that opportunity. His eyes landed on the wife.

I can't believe she ratted me out! I thought she was on my side, Tom thought as he saw that the wife was perfectly still and unmoved by the husband's words.

'NO NO NO, I CAN'T GO LIKE THIS! I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!'

He was going to risk it.

"So, do you have anything to say, Tom?" asked the husband.

He gritted his teeth and let it out.

His confession.

"Please don't fire me, sir! It wasn't me! I only hid because I thought a burglar had entered, but that's when I saw that your wife was having an affair with another man! Please don't fire me! I have nowhere else to go!"

He stopped.

He waited for the worst to come.

"Aughhuhuhuh!"

That was what he heard.

He looked up to see what was going on and found out that the couple was laughing uncontrollably.

"Huh?--What?" Tom was confused.

They were supposed to be angry, and yet they were here laughing. It didn't make any sense.

The husband slowed down, as did the wife.

"You're not getting fired, Tom."

"But the incident?"

"Yes, I'm aware," the husband indicated, which was even more mind-boggling for Tom to handle. "Let me explain: My wife told me last time that you were hiding in our closet as you watched her and John fuck each other."

"Yes... that's right."

"Well, she was just concerned that you might be scared and were hiding the truth because of your change of pace in your work routine, judging that was the case."

Tom's head fell down.

'What's going on?! Aren't they supposed to be mad?!'

The wife spoke this time, and Tom looked up at her.

"I'm sorry to have scared you like that, Tom," she said, and bowed her head.

"Oh no, you don't have to worry!" Tom said, shaking his hands so the lady would not lower herself because of his mistake.

The husband then injected himself into the conversation.

"Lina, you should control yourself. You didn't tell me John was coming over."

"Sorry, Ron. Duty called for it, and I had to go. Besides, having sex was just the best. His cock is always great. I just want to suck it again and have him pound it in my ass. SO GOOD!"

"Don't I satisfy you that good too?!"

"Yes, you do," Lina said. "Besides, I recall you didn't answer your call during that day when I was with John. Let me guess... you went to her this time?"

"NO!" Ron recoiled. "I would never. Sarah is a respected individual that I cherish wholeheartedly and won't let anything bad happen to her."

"Rigghhhhttt...."

"Besides, her pussy and boobs are quite the eye-catcher!"

"What was that?!" Lina was definitely offended by that statement when she turned her head to face Ron as he was generously grooming his chin with an expression of interest.

"Yeah, and her boobs are double that of yours, and her pussy is just the right flavor of sweetness and wetness," commented Ron, whose expression was comparing his wife's familiar features.

"I can't believe you'd stoop to that woman!"

"And I can't believe you'd say John is better than me!"

"Well, he is," Lina said, slightly excited.

"Then Sarah is too."

"No!" Lina beamed with discomfort.

WHAT IS GOING ON?! Tom asked himself.

A moment ago, I thought I'd get blamed, but the next thing I know, the couple are saying unspeakable things. Sleeping with another partner and having no worry. Was that just cheating?

"Uhm, excuse me.... What's going on here?" Tom interrupted.

The two looked at him and were surprised to realize they had neglected their guest.

"Sorry there, Tom. I guess we got carried away," the husband said.

"Yes, me too. It seems when it comes to adultery, I can't help myself. Sorry for that," the wife apologized.

"Anyways, on to our point," the husband continued. "I'm really sorry that my wife caused a scene that you might have actually seen and must regret. We'll be more careful with you around, considering that you are only one year into your adult life, but for us, you're still young. So fret not. You're okay."

That's it, Tom thought, but he couldn't accept the truth.

"If I may ask, what you are doing... having adulterous behavior with another partner..." He rephrased. "Isn't that considered cheating? An affair? Don't you feel heartbroken that your husband or wife is sleeping with another person?"

He wanted to know what the actual hell was going on.

"True, that is what it should be like. I have no fear of getting mad."

"So do I," the wife agreed.

"As a matter of fact, we aren't actually a real couple. We're just two people who met and are living together."

"--But you are husband and wife!"

"True again. But that is just a cover-up for us."

Cover-up? What does that mean?

"Is that even legal?" whispered Tom.

"It's totally legit!" the wife intervened.

She then went on to give Tom an idea of how legal it truly was. A bit of explanation here and there.

"Have you ever heard of the People's New Standard Program, or PNSP for short?"

"No, I haven't," answered Tom negatively.

"Well, if you allow me to explain, it's something like this....."

The wife explained that the government of the country wanted to impose a new law but had no way of knowing the outcomes of the implementation. So, a selected few districts implemented this new policy, and the occupants who applied to live in this simulated world had to wear a special bracelet that kept track of data and simply gave objectives to finish. One of those objectives was having sex with another person. This person could be anyone. If you failed, it would be marked as red or yellow, the colors differing. Red for failure, yellow for incomplete, and complete meant green. There were other objectives and work involved as well.

"I didn't know that was even a thing," Tom said. He was aggravated with complete awe and absurdity.

"Tom," the wife said, "if you feel bad about it, there is no reason for you to stay. You're within your right to leave."

"I see."

"But if you wish to stay, then I won't judge you based on your actions. I'll simply pretend this was just a misunderstanding, and we can go about our usual day."

Tom nodded.

The day neared maturity. It was twelve in the afternoon.

"Here you are, Tom," Lina gifted him his pay slip with both hands.

"Thank you," Tom accepted with open arms.

"If you really want to work here, Tom, there is more you can do, like say living here and helping out the community."

"I can live here?!" Tom was almost convinced.

"No, silly!" She switched her tone. "I mean here in the district."

"Oh..."

"How do I do that? Don't I have to get some kind of special permit in order to get approval?" Tom said. He was talking about a permit you'd need to register from their earlier discussion. Without it, and if you were found not to have it, you'd be jailed and put into hard labor for a maximum of 10 years.

He was hesitant.

"Don't worry about that. All you need to do is go to the downtown PNPP Registration booth and speak with the man called Bootywhales--"

"--Bootywales," Tom repeated the name as he found it quite a funny thing.

"Yes. And tell him that Lina Brittany sent you."

"Okay."

She finished now.

"Well, have a good weekend, Tom. I'll see you again next week," she said and winked at him as she closed the door, leaving him outside on the front porch.

'Did she just wink at me?'