While Rachel fantasized about dating Nolan, Linda entered the store wanting to buy a mouse for her computer.
Rachel could barely hide her surprise at seeing the woman. Linda was a very curvy and sensual woman; her huge breasts swayed with every step she took, even under the tight blouse she was wearing.
Her wide hips and slender waist gave her a silhouette that seemed straight out of a dream, and Rachel couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
Nolan, in turn, seemed instantly interested, his eyes followed Linda as she approached. Naturally, Rachel couldn't help but notice how Nolan's gaze was fixed on that woman's tits.
"Dear, I didn't know you worked here," Linda said with a wide smile, addressing Nolan. Her voice was soft, but carried a natural sensuality that made Rachel feel even more insecure.
Especially considering that she had very modest breasts compared to that sensual vixen's. How could she compete with that woman?
And why was she calling Nolan 'dear'? What kind of relationship could the two of them have?
"Who is this?" Annoyed and feeling insecure about Linda's presence, she approached with crossed arms and glared at the woman.
"Rachel, this is Linda, one of my girlfriends," the man pointed to the girl. "And Linda, this is Rachel, my beautiful coworker."
The woman, who had already accepted the idea that Nolan would have several wives, did not object to what he said.
After all, she had helped him have sex with her own mother; there was no way she could be more liberal than that.
So the girl just laughed, in a light and melodious tone. "One of them? Yes, you could say that," she replied, accepting it as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Rachel frowned, confused. "One of your girlfriends? What does that mean?"
Nolan intervened, his voice calm and confident. "I have a polyamorous relationship with my girlfriends."
After saying that, he explained that he was dating Linda, but she gave him permission to fuck any woman he liked.
"But besides some random whores, I also have girlfriends."
Rachel couldn't even understand the difference between 'girlfriends' and 'whores' that Nolan was mentioning. She also had difficulty accepting the fact that he had many girlfriends.
Of course, in a world where the female population was considerably larger than the male, Nolan wasn't the first to do something like that.
However, all women had that dream of a man who would only look at them, and Rachel had a small hope that this would be the case for her.
"And you're okay with that?" She turned to Linda, asking, trying to find an ally in the woman.
The girl shrugged, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. "I love my man above all else. Besides, he's... well, I can say that just one woman would never be enough for him," she said, giving Nolan a teasing look.
Rachel felt a wave of jealousy and frustration, but there was nothing to be done. That said, Linda, noticing that her man was probably interested in that woman, continued speaking.
"Besides, he really makes me happy. I feel safe with him, and I love him above all else. And he always gives me attention when I need it."
Nolan found it amusing to hear his wife speaking so highly of him when they had known each other for less than three days.
Anyway, after that, Nolan helped Linda buy what she wanted, but the mood between him and Rachel wasn't as good as before.
The man, instead of trying to cheer her up, decided to give her space. He didn't need to rush to convince her, and he knew she couldn't escape his grasp anymore.
And once again, Rachel went home trying not to think about that Nolan, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget his face. The girl spent the night playing chess, trying to distract her mind with anything. But she ended up just losing several games in a row.
After that, she lay down frustrated on the bed and, once again, Nolan came to her in her dreams.
Before her eyes, she saw that man sitting in an armchair, with Linda on his lap, their lips glued together in a passionate kiss.
The sensual, busty woman pressed her sensual breasts against the man's muscular chest, who groped her tits in the middle of that passionate kiss.
In her dream, Rachel could see every detail. The man's hand was buried in that girl's breasts, devouring her with hunger.
She saw Linda's satisfied smile after their lips parted. Rachel felt a wave of jealousy and irritation surge through her.
"How can you do this right in front of me?" she complained, crossing her arms and glaring at Nolan with disapproval.
Nolan, however, didn't seem the least bit bothered. He released Linda for a moment, turning to Rachel with an intense gaze.
"You talk as if you don't want to be here," he said with a smirk.
"I don't!" Rachel protested, but her voice sounded weaker than she intended.
Nolan didn't respond with words. Instead, he stood up, setting Linda aside, and approached Rachel.
Before she could react, he pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a deep, sensual kiss.
Rachel tried to resist for a moment, but soon found herself giving in, her body responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own.
The kiss was hot, commanding, and left Rachel breathless. When he finally pulled away, she was trembling, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and frustration.
"You can't just kiss me like that and think everything's resolved," she muttered, trying to keep her voice firm but failing miserably.
Nolan smiled, a smile that was both provocative and reassuring. "Why not? You liked it, didn't you?"
He took a step closer, and as Rachel saw the defined muscles of the man before her, she couldn't respond. But she didn't need to. Her body had already betrayed her feelings, and she knew Nolan could see it.
And before he could pin her against the wall to take her forcefully, Rachel's alarm blared loudly, yanking her out of the dream.
Rachel woke abruptly, her heart racing and her body drenched in sweat. She glanced down and realized she was soaked, her panties clinging to her skin.
"Damn it," she murmured, covering her face with her hands. Once again, Nolan had invaded her thoughts and her dreams.
OOO
A few hours before all of this, Nolan had also returned home and was thinking about calling Ana to keep him company that night.
However, before he could grab his phone, he ran into Clarice, who was taking out the trash.
At that moment, his eyes rested on the woman's enormous ass, which was barely covered by short pajama shorts.
Then he remembered that they still hadn't set a date for their wine dinner.