He chooses "Kaitlyn".

Fuck it. Tyler was no longer there -- only a husk of himself. He loved Zoey, sure, but...the excitement? The lewd-ness of cheating? He had a proposal.

Grinning, he wrapped her up in a hug. Once he broke it, he kissed her. "Listen, Zoe...I love you a lot. You're the only one I want."

"Yeah...?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"But I'm staying with Kaitlyn, and you're staying with Tom."

"Like I said--I'm not against that."

"We're in too deep now, Zoey. I'm addicted to the feeling. I want to fuck a taken girl for the rest of my life." He admitted. She had the same growing feeling within her, deeply suppressed, now only truly coming to light once he aired out his own feelings. She too didn't want to stop -- only if he had wanted to she would.

She smiled wide. "And let's say that...Tom and I get married, and so do you and Kaitlyn -- are you planning on fucking a married woman?"

"Is that even a question?"

That night he left and swore his allegiance to Kaitlyn. He and Zoey stopped doing weekly fuck-sessions and switched to solely when they had the chance. They kept their relationship so secret that Kaitlyn and Tom never had any semblance of an inkling of an idea that, aside from when they got sloppy that singular time, they ever had more than a mutual friendship.

Kaitlyn and Zoey became very close friends. Tom and Tyler were like brothers. They all celebrated birthdays, holidays...and anniversaries together.

Kaitlyn and Tyler got married only a few months later. Being together for three years, he finally popped the question and she adamantly said yes. He got an okay paying job, and so did Kaitlyn -- they could manage a marriage.

He could also manage cheating on their wedding night, too.

Zoey and Tom got married two years later. Zoey had decided to start up her own self-help vlog and maintained an okay-viewership -- but her mom and dad's trust fund was what truly kept her above an average wage job. Tom had a fantastic job -- and one which required a lot of travelling to boot.

They cheated on their wedding night, too.

They never stopped. Weekly, almost. Every meet-up they all planned as one friends unit was another night Tyler spent inbetween Zoey's legs, taking a forbidden fruit that tasted oh-so-sweet to both of them. Tom had to travel that week? Tyler had a two-day meeting in another city coincidentally.

Picnic? Poor Zoey forgot the charcoal at her house -- could Tyler help her drive and carry it since Tom was busy setting everything else up?

Shopping trip at the mall? Of course, Zoey and Tyler had to get Christmas presents for their significant others -- they had to go to the closing down stores dressing rooms (poorly manned and nobody would care) to try and see what they could find.

Christmas time? Oops -- too much eggnog for Tom and Kaitlyn.

Thanksgiving? Turkey couldn't get as stuffed as Zoey would be.

They were both sick and they both knew it.

They both couldn't care less.

It was now seven years of doing this.

"I can't take off all of my clothes, you dummy--"

He spanked her ass and pushed her head into the dirt. "So what if you get ticks? It's just another excuse for me to check you for them later." He nibbled on her shoulder.

"This is a little risky...I mean...what if they follow us on this day-hike?"

"Well, they didn't follow us in the kitchen during Thanksgiving, nor to the bathrooms at that fancy restaurant...I don't think they'll follow us here from the campsite, either. After all, we'd promise to only be gone for a little while."

She grinned as she arched her back farther down, her knees on the rocks jutting out of the trail-head. He licked her from hole-to-hole and unbuttoned his pants. "Fucking on the side of a day-hiking trail...we're unbelievable."

He rolled his eyes.

He grinned, but rolled his eyes.

The End.