My Neighbor - Part 5a (Patreon)

Yo. So here is the first half of part 5. The reason I decided to split it up, is because how damn long it got.

I went a bit nuts, and it ended up at 41837 words, so to both not crash the Patreon editor, and to make it easier for the reader to navigate the story, I split it in two.

Part 5b will be up in a few minutes as of now.

Due to this, I may have to take an extra few days on the TNT part 9 fluff-up I was talking about.

Also, a huge thank you to the Anora / MorbidOrb and neegan for feedback and help.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

* Part 5a

Louise and John spent the weekend mostly shopping. It was not like they were frisky teenagers anymore chasing the latest fashion, but Louise needed an excuse to get a new bikini. She didn’t like to make up a reason, though, but at the same time, the thrill couldn’t be denied. While it was true that she preferred swimsuits as they were more professional, it was also a fact that she didn’t even own a bikini at all. And the added poison of it being due to Tony’s suggestion… it was so wrong on many levels. And so exciting.

It also made it extra naughty that she was dragging her own cuckold husband unknowingly to shop for their bull. Ex-bull, more like. Yeah, she had done a bit of lingo research before, learning some terminology, but that was all useless information now. Yet, it was fun to play this little teasing game, even if it was for just herself. While it had been John’s fantasy for her to go and humiliate the holy sanctity of their relationship, it was also a turn-on for Louise as well.

“What about this one?” Louise asked, holding a bikini in front of her.

“It's a little too small, don't you think?” John said. More for her own sake as she was always the more modest type.

“Oh, I know. I just want to see what you think,” Louise said. She knew she couldn't show off too much, or it would ruin the tease. Being quite busty, any bikini would be quite revealing honestly. “But if you don't want to see, fine by me.”

"That's not what I meant," John tried, but too late. Louise smiled knowingly at him, knowing full well that denying him that visual pleasure was exactly up his alley.

“Whatever,” Louise muttered, turning her back to him, and putting the bikini back on the shelf, before continuing browsing. Now she really wanted to find something to try on, just to tease the hell out of John.

“You’re gorgeous,” John said, following her around like a puppy. “You’d look great in anything.”

“But what about this?” Louise asked, finding another one. “Too revealing?”

“Which one?” John asked, trying to get around her, but she quickly put it back so he wouldn’t see.

“No, you don’t get to see it,” Louise teased.

John wanted to see her with the bikini she had chosen. It was one of those that you tie on each side at the bottom and over your neck at the top. Red as the sun. It wasn't skimpy at all, but with her busty features, it still allowed for plenty of visuals. But John would have to wait. She wanted to wait until the holidays to show him the full effect of it, perhaps if she managed to coax a Christmas vacation out of him. She knew John would go wild with anticipation.

“Fine,” John sighed.

“You know you're lucky I'm even wearing a bikini for you,” Louise teased.

“I know, I know. I'll check out some of these jeans while you try it on,” John said, resigning himself to his fate.

It was only later that Louise realized by denying John seeing her in that red bikini for months, Tony would inevitably see it, instead, if she chose to adhere to his wishes. He’d get to see her body in a bikini.  In Tony’s favorite color even, and that was also why she got it.

Tony had even written to her that he liked blondes in red. Was that why she, a blonde, decided on this bikini in particular? He had attached a photo and looking back at it again Louise realized that too, she had picked almost verbatim the same bikini as the model in the photo. The thought made her slightly nauseous, but she couldn't very well hand it back to the store either. She had boasted to them how much she loved the article, and it would be hard to explain to John too.

*

Louise was quite nervous on Monday. The whole weekend she had been able to hold John off, thus dipping her toe in the denial pool. In all fairness, he had only tried on Saturday, but she told him she had a stomach ache. A little white lie, but it still made her feel sort of guilty still. She knew she’d have to find a more sexy reason, but it was sort of in the spur of the moment that she decided to play along with Tony’s shenanigans, so it was what she went with at the time. John had pouted a bit, but left her alone, being the dutiful husband he was.

Louise didn’t dare tell John the true nature, that she had taken Tony’s advice and denied him sex for a week, fearing what her husband might think. She knew that she was stubborn enough to last herself, but also knew that until next Saturday morning, John would have to suffer harshly. It also meant that she would have a serious case of blueballs too, if that is even a term when talking about women. She had committed to it by faking an illness, so she knew her stubbornness would keep her in the silly game and she’d persevere and see it through.

Louise was also nervous because she’d have to wear the bikini Tony had suggested. She didn’t know if she had the guts to go through with it. She could always make up some silly excuse, that she forgot to bring the bikini with her, but she oddly enough didn’t want to let him down either. For some reason, Louise wanted to give Tony the visuals he needed to get off. To give him something to look at as he pleasured himself. This bikini did that and plenty, no doubt.

Louise had also made sure that the men's locker room was in full working condition again. You could never be too careful. Thankfully, it was. And she even asked the janitor to check twice that it was up and running.

And before Tony even arrived, she took a small sweep through the swimming hall to make sure no one was lingering around after hours. The bikini was highly unprofessional and she didn't want any of the students or faculty to see her in it, not at her workplace. And the things she did and didn't do with Tony were in a dark gray area at best. It wouldn't do good to her career to be found out doing things that were very much not allowed, especially with a student, hers or not.

Tony arrived fifteen minutes after the final bell rung. Louise had spent those fifteen minutes in the women's locker room, pacing around and talking herself into going through with it. The bikini had been sitting in her bag in the locker room all day, and now it was time to put it on. Fuck it. She threw her clothes into the locker and dragged the small bikini on. It wasn't actually small, but y'know.

Out in the pool hall, Tony was already swimming slowly back and forth along the short side when she got out of the locker room. Louise shyly made her way down the side of the pool and immediately drew the attention of the young buck.

“Looking good,” Tony smiled, his eyes trailing her from head to breast, to exposed belly, to her bottoms, and to her feet, and then back up again.

“Thanks,” Louise blushed, feeling exposed. She put it on, but the thinly tied straps didn't feel very secure. She knew they were, but it also felt like it would drop at any moment, especially with her heavy breasts.

“Fuck, Louise. You're way too fucking hot," Tony said, emerging from the water. "Gimme a spin!”

“T-thanks,” Louise said, turning around. She felt so naughty doing this, but at the same time, she wanted to show off to him. It was the first time she had been able to show off in a bikini like this, as nuts as that sounds. She had worn them before, but that was in her teenage years. And now Tony was the first to see her in a bikini at her body's full potential, and she felt sexy as all hell. “You think so?”

“Yeah! Look at that ass!” Tony said. Louise blushed, feeling a hand sneaking down to cup one of her round cheeks. It was only a small touch, but it was enough to make Louise's body respond a tiny bit. Tony noticed before Louise did, but didn't say anything, only resigning himself to smiling knowingly as she hadn't yet swatted his hand away.

“Alright, enough of that,” Louise said, feeling her cheeks flush, unsure of how to even respond to such brashness.

“I bet that's gonna feel great to fuck,” Tony grunted, staring at how her tits mushed together due to the red bikini tops.

“Don't push it,” Louise warned him. She felt herself getting quite flustered at this point and needed to put an end to it.

“Come on, Mrs. Banks. Let me see those tits for a bit,” Tony groaned, ignoring what she said.

“No touching, Tony,” Louise said, feeling a bit annoyed that he wasn't listening.

“Fine,” Tony said, his hand retreating, but his eyes still glued to her chest. “Just show me those big knockers and I'll be good.”

Louise rolled her eyes but decided to humor him. If it meant them getting along with their actual tutoring, then sure. It was nothing less than she had done on Friday, anyway.

“Alright… but you better behave,” Louise said, letting go of the strings holding the top part together. Holding the cups in place, she looked around to make sure no one was there watching. As soon as she knew the coast was clear, she let go of the cups, and her massive breasts spilled out. Her large breasts sat proudly on her chest, her nipples erect and her areolas pebbled. “There. Happy now?”

“Fucking hell,” Tony groaned, his hand shooting down to his growing bulge. He was obviously stroking his big, covered cock as he openly stared at her body. Louise felt so naughty and exposed. She couldn't help but hide a small smile, but she couldn't help but feel a certain sense of pride at the way Tony was looking at her.

“Ugh, can't you just let me ogle you a bit longer?” Tony complained when she started tying the bikini top back up again. “You're so fucking hot, Mrs. Banks.”

“Thank you, Tony,” Louise blushed. “But no. You need to get a move on if you don't want to get a bad grade.”

“God damn it,” Tony said, turning away to hurriedly start swimming. “Freestyle right?”

“You got it,” Louise chuckled. His eagerness was always amusing. “Behave and maybe we can have a bit of fun after,” she said. Fuck, why did she have to say it like that? It was as if her brain was all foggy. It almost sounded like she wanted it. And she didn’t want him to think she didn't mean anything beyond mutual masturbation.

Tony gave his usual two-finger salute, and perhaps she could hope he took it the way she actually meant it. He wasn’t stupid, after all. But still, she could perhaps be more careful in how she displayed her “eagerness”.

Tony was actually doing quite well with his technique, and Louise could only tell he had gotten a little tired when he made his way over to where he stood.

“How am I doing, coach?” Tony asked, panting. His lips had turned slightly blue.

“You’re doing okay, but you’re slow down toward the end of each lap,” Louise said, checking the time on her clock.

“It’s pretty taxing, this swimming business,” Tony grunted.

“And great cardio,” Louise chuckled, enjoying her student squirming a bit.

“I guess. Anyway, remind me after, I actually got you something afterward. For being such a nice tutor,” Tony said with a smirk.

“Really?” Louise asked eagerly. "A gift?"

"You could call it that," Tony smirked, turning to continue swimming.

Knowing Tony to be the typical teenager, apart from the package apartment where he triumphed most guys in general, she knew it would be something dumb. But she couldn't help but wonder what it would be. She wasn't expecting anything, and it was honestly a bit unassuming for a student to give a teacher a gift, even if she was his tutor. However, one thing at a time. Louise had to make sure he was doing fine with the swimming first and foremost. Honestly, there wasn't much she could teach him, but the cardio would do him wonders, so, in essence, she was more or less just being a pool guard for him.

Maybe there were other elements Tony could improve on that would help him get to a decent college. Louise had a pretty wide grasp on physical education, but as far as other subjects, she knew her ups and downs but didn’t think she had anything she could teach. Maybe John would be able to, but that would be perhaps a bit too weird, right?

Louise felt a small shiver. She was actually feeling a bit chilly standing there by the poolside, being in nothing but a bikini. Even her nipples seemed to notice too, which was extra apparent to her now in this red fabric rather than her darker swimming suit. So she decided to join him in the water. Not for long, but just to warm up.

“You need swimming lessons too, teach?” Tony joked as she climbed down the ladder. She could feel his eyes on her bikini bottoms.

The water was warm and refreshing, and Louise felt the urge to dunk her head under as well, so she did just that.

“Much better. It was a bit cold so I just needed to warm up a bit,” Louise excused. “And I can perhaps show you some techniques better when I’m actually in the pool.”

“Oh, and here I thought you were happy to see me,” Tony laughed, eyeing her erect nipples, getting the tiniest of snorts out of Louise. “Sure you didn’t just wanna test the bikini out?”

“No, I was just cold,” she said.

They sort of just hovered around a bit. Tony was obviously admiring her curvacious body, while Louise was getting her temperature up. It was weird for an Olympic pool to be heated like this, but she didn't complain.

“You wanna try breaststroke?” Louise asked after a bit.

“More like breastgrope!” Tony said, leaning back to roar out a “HAH!” Louise rolled her eyes.

"It actually works your pectoral muscles if you do it correctly," Louise said, trying to steer the conversation back to the tutoring. "Now come on. I'll show you."

"Could you do backstroke on your way back? I wanna see those tits glide through the water," Tony suggested. "For scientific reasons, of course."

"Whatever. Sure. Just behave, please," Louise chuckled, turning around to start breaststroking away. She didn't even turn around to check if he was paying attention, knowing he'd be right there watching her.

"Fucking hell. That ass," Tony said as she came up to the other short end.

Louise kicked off from the short end and while on her back, backstroked away. She knew her big boobs strutted out from the water, but it was a nice feeling nonetheless. It felt so liberating being in the water in a bikini like this. Tony no doubt got an eyeful.

"You're really fucking hot, Mrs. Banks," Tony said, adjusting his big cock beneath the surface.

"Just don't get any ideas. And don't get any more touches in," Louise said, smiling.

"It would be even better if you did it topless!" Tony suggested eagerly. Louise found his enthusiasm was kind of flattering.

"I don't think so, Tony," Louise said, feeling her nipples stiffen again, this time at the thought of doing something so naughty.

"No one's here, and I'd be the only one who sees," Tony said. "Come on, it's not like you'd be fully naked."

Louise shrugged, reaching up to the knot with her hands. She had to hold back a smirk as she saw Tony's eyes bulge eagerly. It wasn't that long ago since he last saw them. But she was still going through the motions, knowing she shouldn't.

"Here you go," Louise smiled, handing Tony the bikini top. "Just keep it nearby. I know no one is supposed to be here, but better be safe."

"Yeah yeah. Get going now," Tony said, swiveling his finger.

Louise gave an annoyed sigh before kicking off to swim a lap. She was usually much faster, but she wanted to show technique. As she reached the other end, she shot up on her back and swam backward, allowing her naked big breasts to strut through the water. No doubt it gave an amazing view for any warm-blooded male, as water glided across her nipples, splashed against her cleavage, and how her breasts fell and moved with the motions of the ocean, erh, motion of the pool.

"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, Mrs. Banks," Tony panted as Louise returned to where he stood.

"Thanks," Louise said, grabbing her bikini top out of his hands. Showing off, the warm water, and his constant harassment was starting to affect her. She was getting slightly flushed and could feel a familiar heat inside of her. She knew she should probably wrap this up sooner rather than later.

“Oh fuck,” Tony grunted, as Louise splashed some water on her tits and then mushed them a bit to feel the water run down. It had been to feel the warm water on her body, but it also served as pretty good visual aid for Tony. “Hurry up, I need to cum on those so badly,” Tony grunted, climbing out of the pool.

Louise followed him out, feeling quite flushed. Tony was already pulling off his shorts, not even bothering with the locker room. And indeed, his erection was very pronounced and throbbing as it emerged from his swimming shorts.

"Teach," Tony said, taking hold of it. "I really need your help to take care of this."

"Oh no. We have a strict policy in that department, you and I," Louise insisted, as she watched him stroke himself.

Louise watched him, biting her lip. Her hand drifted down between her legs as she squeezed herself down there.

"Come on, Mrs. Banks," Tony cooed. "You can't tease a dude by showing your big tits without wanting to please the big fella."

"But..." Louise muttered.

"Get on your knees," Tony said. When Louise hesitated, he quickly added, "Just so I can cum on them."

It was an absurd statement without context, but Louise obeyed regardless, watching him stroke himself with fascination. His cock was just so meaty and hard and so large. She wanted to touch it but knew better, of course.

Tony moved forward to position his cock right above her huge boobs. The crown glistened with the residues of water and a few drops of precum as Tony's hands pumped up and down his length with fierce grunts.

"Oh fuck yeah. Here it cums," Tony grunted, his thumb squeezing down on the engorged head.

"God yes. Shoot it on my tits, Tony," Louise begged breathlessly, surprising even herself. Her fingers started moving beneath her bikini bottoms, touching her pussy to get to an orgasm herself.

"Fuck yeah, look at those fat things jiggle. I could fill this swimming pool," Tony groaned. "Say please."

"Please. I need it!" Louise exclaimed. She could feel her climax nearing.

"Look up at me," Tony grunted urgently.

Louise gasped and panted, her pussy convulsing around her own fingers. She looked up, meeting Tony's eyes with her half-open ones, but all the while she didn't stop touching her own sensitive parts.

Tony's cock pulsed as it grew an extra size, swelling up and then blasting ropes of sperm all over Louise's ample breasts. Spurt after spurt after spurt, until there was enough white to create a tiny pool between her tits.

"Yes. Fill my tits up!" Louise moaned. She kept her fingers busy, rubbing herself to a release. As her orgasm hit, Louise felt herself even squirt a tiny bit inside her bikini bottoms. Quivering under Tony, she was cumming hard from getting loads of loads of reeking sperm loaded onto her big tits. "Oooohhh yeeess," Louise mewled.

"That was fucking great," Tony breathed heavily, stroking the last bit of cum from his cock, offering it to her mouth.

Louise hesitated a moment but remembered John had wondered if she liked the taste of Tony. So it wasn't a purely conscious decision, but she let him drop the last remnants of his nasty-tasting seed into her mouth. She spat it out again immediately, it was so disgusting. Thick and chewy, even the one drop and the taste was bitter, like a bar of soap. It almost made her gag.

"You're amazing," Tony said. "So meet me out front for your present. You'll love it and hate it."

"Now I'm intrigued," Louise joked, not even paying attention as she was scooping away cum from her breasts. It was thick and so smelly. To think this had been inside of her... Yuck. And to think she’d have to walk all the way to the

About twenty minutes later, and warm shower with copious amounts of soap to cleanse her body, Louise was done in the locker room. She was wearing her usual clothes, and she made sure to bring the bikini with her too, packing deep into her bag. John would surely wonder why she'd wear something like that at school, especially during her tutoring session.

Louise had waited outside for about fifteen minutes when she got a text from Tony saying he was running late. Louise wasn't too pleased with him making her wait. She thought she had been late? Pff. But when he finally did show up, he had a gray-brownish package in his hand that didn't look suspicious at all. It felt a bit silly being eager for a gift, but getting one was always nice. She wasn't too hopeful of course, but surely it was a nice sentiment.

"Sorry I'm late," Tony said. "I had to get it all sorted."

"It's okay," Louise said, eager to unwrap the package. "What is it?"

"You'll see," Tony grinned, handing over the package.

Louise was about to open it, but Tony hurriedly stopped her.

"Erh. Not here. Wait for later. I think John might like it if nothing else," Tony teased. "I'm looking out for him. You'll see."

"Totally," Louise said, rolling her eyes. If he'd be looking out for John, he wouldn't try to fuck her constantly.

"It'll make your celibacy even better. But enough with the hints. See ya later, teach. Heading off to the library," Tony said, giving a salute before wandering off.

*

Louise was feeling nervous the whole drive home, the package in her passenger seat. She had no idea what it could possibly be. She had no idea what about it that John would be excited about, or what Tony was hinting at. And why would John even like anything another man would give her? Oh, wait… Never mind.

"Welcome back, honey," John called out from the living room. "How was it?"

"Good. We're making progress," Louise said as she walked in. She didn’t want to be too eager about something Tony gave her, as much as she was intrigued. “I might have to find something else to do. His swimming isn’t a problem.”

“Do you know his batting average?” John asked.

“What do you mean?” Louise asked.

“An old coach of mine said if you’re decently athletic but not making the cut in football or basketball, there’s always money in baseball,” John chuckled.

“That’s horseshit. Hitting a fastball is one of the hardest things to do in sport,” Louise quipped.

John shrugged, turning back to the TV. Louise half expected John to ask if Tony had done anything, and she could almost see it hovering just beneath the surface, but no questions were asked. Perhaps he had finally come to terms with it. Instead, she went upstairs to their bedroom.

Louise couldn't stop staring at the small package on the bed. It had been quite light, so it made her think it was clothing. But what kinda of clothing would a guy like Tony give Louise? She had a suspicion, but only one way to find out.

Louise gasped as the contents of the package spilled out. It was a black thong. Figures. But it wasn’t any black thong. It had this little pouch in the crotch area with a small device in it. She knew what it was. A small vibrator. What a gift. No doubt Tony thought it would be funny to give her something like this. Well, it was a gift alright. There even was a small card.

"To make the week of celibacy even more fun! Will make you ready and good for old Johnny boy. It reacts to music if you hook it up. Check the instructions," Tony had written in his clumsy handwriting. She was quite surprised how he spelled ‘week’ wrongly, but managed to get ‘celibacy’ right.

Louise sighed, shaking her head. She had no intention to ever use this, but she couldn't help but be intrigued. She looked over the instructions that came with the thong. Apparently, it was controlled through an app that was linked to Bluetooth. She could either control it from her phone, or it would be able to pick up on the music, both were possible. But still, she'd never use it.

Louise went downstairs to greet her husband, finding him watching TV.

"Hey, honey. How was your day?" Louise asked, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Good. Just watched some football highlights. And you?" John asked.

“Nothing special. Just a normal day.”

Totally a normal day. With a normal week to follow.

*

Tuesday morning, as Louise was getting ready for work, she scowled at the thong Tony had given her. The device was naughty in itself, but another man buying her underwear was just… Louise didn't know how to feel about it. But still, she couldn't help but want to try it on, just to see how it would look. She was very much curious. She was never a huge fan of thongs, though.

Best let it be. It would be too much of a risk to wear it at school anyway, being a PE teacher who often wore yoga pants and all. They always had music during indoor classes, and if it worked, it would just be too embarrassing for anyone to see her react. But still... She could just try it at home. Later.

Louise was a little bit annoyed at the fact that she actually couldn't stop thinking about the thong and its purpose. The whole day at school, she couldn't stop thinking about it, inadvertently building her own anticipation to use it. And thus she couldn't wait for her session with Tony. She even found herself wondering how he’d react when he learned whether she had used the special thong. But that wasn't until Tuesday the next week. God damn John and his stupid fantasy. If it wasn't for that, she'd never been in this tensed-up mindset.

As she was driving home, she caught herself wondering what it would be like to wear it for John, to see his reaction. It would be a lot more fun so why not give it a try? She'd wear it without him knowing, then tease him into it, only to shut down his advances. It would drive him nuts, as much as her probably. Tony was right. Forcing celibacy added some real spice to it.

When she arrived home, John was already there. He was working from home today, so he was lounging on the sofa watching the news when she arrived.

“Hey babe,” John greeted her. Louise gave him a wink and skipped eagerly upstairs, not even greeting him back, leaving John dumbfounded.

Louise hurried into the bedroom and dragged out the black thong that she had hidden in the drawer. She was so excited as she put the thong on. She felt so naughty wearing it for John, without him knowing. And the vibrator sat comfortably against her pussy, perfectly nudged right above her clit. She then neatly put her yoga pants back on, grabbed a mat, and headed downstairs.

Rolling out her mat in the living room, she smiled at John coyly. He raised an eyebrow, sensing something was up. She was known to do stretches, but she never came into the living room with a smile quite like that. Louise smirked at him before starting her routine.

She made sure to make extra movements, to bend over and stretch out in ways that would accentuate her ass and tits. John didn't say anything, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. He always was a fast admirer of her exquisite shapes, but when she smiled at him the way she did, he simply couldn't look away.

“Do... do you mind if I put some music on the stereo? I left my earpods in the car,” Louise said, creating a small excuse as she found her free weights.

“No, not at all,” John said, utterly mesmerized.

Louise had to stifle a chuckle. John was so easy to please sometimes. Louise knew exactly what kind of music would work, and she scrolled through her Spotify workout playlist to find the perfect song to test this vibrator thingy. She landed on “The Touch” by Stan Bush. She loved those 80's types of rock songs. She knew this song would work just fine.

Louise began her routine as the song began, and it didn't take long before she felt the vibrator come to life. It was low, but she felt it, and she swore she even could also hear it slightly buzzing right against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. It was very faint, but it was enough to make her gasp. She made sure to face away from John, who was watching her intently, as she bent down and stretched her legs, feeling that slight vibration tease her pussy. She was already so turned on. It was so wrong, even doing it right under her husband's nose. So naughty. She almost felt like laughing. This was crazy, but oh so hot.

It didn't take long before John caught on that something was amiss too. Louise could tell he was trying to figure out what was going on with her. She was sweating already. Sure, her body moving in rhythm with the music but not yet enough to get her going, with her nipples erect, and her face flushed like this.

“You okay, honey?” John asked.

“Yeah, I'm great” Louise moaned. She could feel it tease her pussy, and she wanted nothing more than to let go and orgasm, but the vibrator merely offered her agonizing teasing pleasure. She needed more than this if she were to get off. Was that the intention of Tony? Make this week without sex as excruciating as possible.

John watched her as she did her workout routine, and she could see him getting aroused too. His pants were tented, and he was squirming around a bit in his seat, his eyes glued to her body as she moved around the living room. She loved it. It made her feel sexy and desirable, Even if he didn’t know what kind of a thong she was wearing he still found her so appetizing. It made her feel naughty, as she had this pleasurable secret hidden away from him, as she knew her celibacy would end quite fast if he knew. She just loved how he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was always giving her attention, that wasn't it, but right now she felt like she was the only woman in the world. Especially with that buzzing little secret, she had down there.

As the song went into its second chorus, she heard the vibrator change pace again. It had been teasing her the whole time, but now it was getting stronger with the chorus, and it was pulsating slightly. But she knew it wasn't enough to make her cum. Man, she wanted to jump John so badly, but being too stubborn she knew she had to wait.

Her panties were soaked, and her pussy was aching. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with both of Tony's suggestions; abstaining from sex for a week, and wearing this vibrator thong thing. But right now, it was a hard feat to accomplish, as she was so riled up from the numbing buzz in her crotch, her mind hazy with lust.

“You sure you're okay?” John asked, his voice hoarse. “You look like you have a fever.”

“I-I'm fine,” Louise moaned. “Just... just working out a lot.”

John looked at her doubtfully. He was such a clueless man. He didn't realize how fucking hot she was from him watching her not knowing her secret while almost staring right at it. How hot it was for her to know that he would fuck her brains out if he knew and if only she said yes.

But she’d need more. The vibrator wasn’t enough, and she needed to get off. But she wouldn’t give in, no matter how much her body craved it. She wanted John to suffer just like she did. It was only fair. She needed to torture him just a bit more, to tease him. His dirty fantasies were what got them here in the first place, so he’d have to suffer along with her.

And thus, she decided to up the ante by taking her top off. Her large breasts bounced freely beneath her sports bra. She knew how much he loved her tits, as any man would, and she wanted to give him a show, see them glisten and jiggle around. Louise put on some other music, more upbeat stuff that she knew John liked, then got into position for jumping squats. She made sure to jump in rhythm with the music, and as soon as it got to a chorus, she made sure to accentuate her movements, essentially squeezing her ass in the top position, and as she landed her large tits bounced in rhythm.

John was utterly mesmerized by his wife. She was always incredibly sexy but was perhaps a bit modest normally, as much as her endowment let her. Not to the extent of covering up her gorgeous features, but he didn't usually get to see her this worked up. The sweat-glistening on her skin and the constant shaking and bouncing of her boobs were something special to witness. Her perky ass was all the more mouthwatering, especially the way her tight yoga pants showcased it. She was like a model doing an ad or something, it was a spectacle.

She was surprised he hadn't made a move yet, especially as she got way deep in her squats. Though, going so deep pushed the vibrator up into her, creating a stronger buzz. It wasn't enough to send her over the edge, but it was more than just teasing now. She couldn't help but moan loudly as the vibrations hit her clit, feeling herself getting close to release. She needed more.

“You're so fucking sexy,” John groaned, rubbing his bulge hungrily.

*

I wasn't sure what had gotten into my wife, but it was quite a sight watching Louise work out right in our living room in nothing but her sports bra and tight yoga pants. It wasn’t often, and it was honestly as if she was making a point of showing off to me. It was obvious she was quite flustered, but I couldn't quite put my finger as to why. My eyes were too focused on her curves, especially her giant tits bouncing to her jumping squats. She was really going at it.

However, I felt my cock strain against my pants and had enough of this teasing. I simply had to have her. She was just so hot, and I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped out of the chair and moved toward her, my eyes focused on her chest.

“John. What are you doing?” Louise asked as I moved toward her, panting slightly. “Stop.”

“You're so hot. I need you,” I groaned urgently, hungry for the good ole wife. I reached around her and pulled her into a hug, getting a delighted squeal out of Louise, wrapping my arms around and squeezing the ass I adored so much. I could feel some weird vibrations as I groped her, but I kinda assumed it was the music.

One thing is for sure, with the show she had put on. I needed to fuck her, and I needed to do it now. “Come on, let's head to bed. I just need to fuck you so badly.”

“No, John,” Louise moaned. I wasn't sure why she was moaning, but I didn't care. I needed to fuck her so badly, and I needed to do it now. “I'm working out. Besides. Watch your language, mister.”

“But you're so hot. I can't hold back. Please,” I begged.

“No, John. I said no,” Louise said, pulling away.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Because I said no. Especially if you’re going to be crude about it. Now let me finish my workout,” Louise said, moving away from me, smirking that teasing smile at me.

“But... I'm so horny,” I muttered. It felt kinda humiliating to beg her like this, then to be so firmly rejected.

“Too bad,” Louise said with a teasing smile. “But you're welcome to help yourself out in the meantime.”

I grunted, frustrated. I couldn't believe it. She was such a tease, denying me. Was this what she did with Tony? It must've driven him nuts having to watch my loving wife bounce around in tight clothing. Hell, it drove me nuts. Especially as I knew she knew how much it turned me on when she denied me stuff.

Either way, this sucked. I wanted nothing more than to slide into my beautiful wife, and not having the choice was infuriating. Slumping down, I sat down on the chair and continued to watch Louise work out while stroking my erection through my pants. Louise giggled as she moved away from me, and then did a few more squats. I felt like my cock was going to burst, starting to stroke my bulge as I watched her.

This wasn't nearly enough. I couldn't wait until I was reunited with her pussy once again. Hopefully, it would soon as hell, as she hadn't been up for it during the weekend either.

The song ended, and Louise fell onto the sofa opposite of me, almost immediately sliding her yoga pants down. Finally. But, to my dismay, she didn't climb on top of me, she laid back, tossing her pants away, and slid her fingers down between her legs. Then it dawned on me. This was probably exactly what she did with Tony. And now me.

A slow throbbing burn seared through my chest, realizing that Louise was playing my exact fantasy. Fuck, that was both hot as hell and so wrong on so many levels. I only wish I could see it when she did it with him too. Teasing Tony like she did me, treating her husband the same way she would him. You’d expect that the husband had higher privileges than some schmuck neighbor, but not with Louise.

But, regardless of how hot the scene in front of me was, I couldn't ignore the anger burning inside of me. I wanted to fuck her, but I couldn't, because she said no. I was so horny, so riled up from watching my wife's show, only to be relegated to my own hand.

“God, I'm so horny” Louise moaned, slipping her panties to the side to reveal a small vibrator strapped to her clit. So that was what that was! At least now I know. That was so naughty of her! Who would've thought my own Louise would be so into this kind of thing? It made her so incredibly hot, to think she did that just under my nose!

“Then jump on,” I urged.

“Ungh, no… We need to wait for the weekend,” Louise said.

“What? Why?” I groaned. What was this?

“Because,” Louise said. At first, I didn’t think she’d give me a follow-up, but apparently, she needed a small break in her explanation to masturbate herself a bit. “Because it’ll make it so much better.”

“Oh,” I said, catching on. “So you like teasing me all sexy-like only to deny me?” Louise’s eyes flickered as she nodded, biting her lip.

I couldn't help but moan loudly at her sudden initiative for kinkiness, as I pulled out my cock and began stroking it. I loved seeing her pleasure herself. It was so hot watching my wife's fingers working her pussy, and her moans and her arching brow were only turning me on even more.

“Sure it’s a good idea wearing vibrating panties then?” I urged.

“Oh yeah, it was a great idea,” Louise said with a shudder. “Now sit over there while I sit over here. And no touching for you, mister, not after being a bit too horny over there. Except yourself.”

I couldn't believe I was actually jerking off to her playing with herself after she had essentially secretly masturbated in front of me during her workout routine. It only made it worse knowing I couldn't touch her. Fucking hell, she was a sexy minx. And a true temptress. My dick twitched at the thought of her using my own desires to tease me like this, while also getting a lot out of it herself. And it didn’t quite escape me that she was commanding me what to do. I mean, I could swear I saw her smile knowingly when she saw that I complied.

As her moans were getting louder, and more high-pitched, my own strokes were speeding up. I loved how she was showing off. In her pleasure, her hand brushed teasingly against her covered nipple, as I knew Louise could be quite sensitive in her breasts. God damn, my wife is a sexy woman! My own blonde, big-titted fit wife being so naughty and kinky! Always so modest, but not today. Today, she was truly and fully letting go. She was truly beyond that modest woman I knew, and it burned in me to know why she had evolved beyond that.

Louise’s legs were shaking, and her hips were bucking with the motions of her own hand. She looked utterly gorgeous as I witnessed her cumming, her moans were so high and hot, and her body tensed up, her eyes screwed shut, her toes curling, and her face contorted into a grimace of utter bliss. God, I wanted to do it, to touch her, to have her so badly! My strokes were getting faster, and the desire, the pleasure, was slowly rising.

When I climbed over to the sofa, she gave me a warning look, but I only wanted a closer look. I told her as much.

“I just need to see you,” I said, brushing my hand across her thigh before gripping my own cock tightly. “See what you’re doing here.”

“Come on, then” Louise giggled, obviously enjoying her effect on me.

I leaned in closer and saw how she used her fingers to press the vibrator in. I could even smell the arousal from her. The fact that we had to wait, the vibrator, all of it, I just knew it all served to rile her up more. It certainly did for me. I felt like a man possessed as I studied intricately all she was doing.

Louise was smiling, and moaning loudly as her fingers flicked at the little vibrating egg on top of her swollen clit. God, she looked amazing, her glistening, athletic figure writhing around from pure pleasure. Voluptuous, yet toned, all shiny with aroused sweat. And as her fingers played with the vibrator from her thong against her clit, her mouth parted, her breaths coming heavy and hot as she reached her climax, and it took less than ten strokes before I came as well.

“Cum for me, John! Cum on my big tits!” Louise moaned. I hurriedly got on my knees next to her on the sofa and aimed my cock at her gorgeous tits, spurt after spurt landing on her cleavage. The last few spurts I milked onto her thighs before falling back, spent, and absolutely content.

“Well... I guess there's some cleanup needed,” I laughed as we lay there on the sofa. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

She didn’t.

So the days rolled by.

While the fantasy had been shut off, it was nice to see that we were still able to have marital fun between us. Like how kinky wasn't it that Louise wore that thong? I mean, come on, that's nuts. I wasn't too happy having to beg for sex, but it seemed to sort of fuel us both. My ego didn't take the blow it had feared either.

But I was still dying to hook up with her. While Louise was the more modest type(normally!), we rarely ever went much more than a few days without banging one out. And who initiated it tended to be quite mutual.

Still. That one deepest fantasy haunted me on the cruelest of times. Like on Wednesday when they had this thing at the school. Louise had to present something from the podium, and while she was up there looking pristine and proper, among colleagues, all I could think of was her writhing and moaning under Tony on our own bed.

I looked over at him and wondered if he was thinking the same thing. Or perhaps he was thinking how he'd get in her pants the next time they met alone. How he would be able to manipulate his way between her thighs, pumping away. A blunt feeling of odd arousal filled a pit in my stomach realizing just how much I wanted it. Like, for Louise to succumb to pure pleasure, forsake her wedding vows just to satisfy her urges, to satisfy Tony. I felt my dick stirring in my pants, and I wondered if Tony sensed it too, the thought of us both getting off on the thought of Louise fucking Tony.

Standing in her formal clothes like now, I undressed her in my mind, imagining her running off to some broom closet to bang one out quickly with Tony. I tried shaking it off. I mean, it was Wednesday evening, and it had been almost an entire week since we last had sex. My brain didn't function like a normal brain at this point. We hadn’t even had a session like on Monday. Session? Damn it, brain!

Louise was giving a presentation on some health-related program or other. I wasn't too focused, to be honest, I just watched her stand there with that sexy professional dress on and nylon stockings, imagining Tony ripping them open in urgency to get to her. And then she'd let him. He'd push her panties to the side and fuck her so hard. She'd cum so many times before he would release inside of her.

“That's it for now. Thank you for listening, and have a good evening,” Louise said, curtly bowing her head to applause as she finished her presentation. Louise sat down next to me in the audience and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

“You did well,” I said.

“Thanks,” Louise smiled. “I'm so glad it's done.”

Her forcing me to wait was really making me lightheaded at this point. I had tried watching her videos from when she still was hooking up with Tony, but there were only so many of them. And jerking off only helped so much. I mean, I needed to be inside her so bad. I knew once this denial thing was over that I would ravage her. Perhaps that was her goal?

It was frustrating as it seemed to be Louise’s mission to tease me in this denial period. She had admitted she was abstaining for a full week to drive both of us nuts. And it did. A lot. Though jogging did work to repress it. But like jerking off to her videos, it just wasn't enough.

So anyway. What made it worse, was Friday morning. I sat at the breakfast table as I received a phone call.

*

“Okay. Yeah. I understand. That's urgent, huh? Lincoln… Like Nebraska? No? Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them.”

Louise looked suspiciously over at John as they ate their breakfast. John’s boss never ever called them at breakfast, and by the sounds of it, it sounded kinda ominous.

“So he needs me to go down there immediately? Well, I'm not sure, that's a long drive. I don't know if I have any gas in the tank for such a long trip.”

“What's going on?” Louise asked.

“Oh, you meant by flying. Got it. A bit slow in the morning. Sure, no problem. I'll get going right away. See ya,” John said, hanging up.

“What’s up?” Louise asked. It sounded pretty urgent and important.

“Apparently, I have to go to Alaska real quick,” John said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “Like, drive up to Indianapolis right now and jump on the next flight heading in that general direction.”

“Real quick? Are you for real? You can’t leave! We haven’t–” Louise cut herself off as she felt herself get quite flustered. “Sorry. It’s not your fault. How long will you be going?”

“A year,” John said, looking at her with grave seriousness.

Louise looked at him a bit confused. Surely, he was joking?

John burst out laughing. “Hah, you should've seen the look on your face. Nah, just for the weekend. But man, you were so worried, weren't you?” he said.

While Louise understood that this was something out of John's control and it was something he simply had to do, it still left her fairly frustrated. Of course, it didn't take long before John figured out why she was so upset, and he had this ridiculous smile on his lips.

“Hey, I know we haven't, for one reason or another, had sex in a while, but duty is calling, so I gotta go. I'll make it up to you when I get back. Until then… Try to distract yourself. I know, erh, that helps me.”

“Damn it, John... I only held off on sex so we could fuck like teenagers all weekend, and tease you,” Louise explained, leaving out some details of it to not entice John to think the fantasy wasn't on break. She wasn't sure if it ever would be on the menu again. It had been too much. “Now I have to wait even longer! That's just mean!”

“We could just do it now?” John suggested eagerly. He wasn’t the only one in need of release.

“No, you know we have to wait until after Saturday,” Louise said. John smiled warmly at her. She was always the stubborn one. Even now.

“Well, maybe you can use that time to think about what you want us to try out when I get back,” he suggested, giving her a wink. Louise rolled her eyes at him.

Louise had bought this new massage oil. It was meant to be a surprise on Saturday, but John had stumbled across it last night, and she teased him that she wanted the end of their celibacy to be special.

“We'll see…” Louise said.

What John didn't know was that Louise had been wearing her vibrator thong for the last few days around the house. At first, she hoped it would get her off, but it seemed to never really get her over the edge. Not like it did on Monday, anyhow. But the feeling was so addicting that she reasoned that secondly, it was to rile her more up for Saturday. Now she had to wait. They both did.

John went upstairs to pack his bag, and Louise made him a small lunchbox.

“I'll be back Sunday afternoon, so we'll be able to pick it up where we left off,” John said as he kissed her goodbye at the door.

“Promise?” Louise asked, teasingly, but also sounding utterly hopeful. She was basically starving at this point. Damn her stubbornness.

“I'll try my best,” John chuckled. “Maybe you can have a slumber party with Sophia!”

“Pff, you just want me and her to get it on, you dirty man,” Louise chuckled. John chuckled as well.

In a truth and dare game a few years ago, while quite drunk, Louise had managed to pry some of John’s thoughts toward her very athletic brunette best friend, who had cute freckles, and bright blue eyes. Unfortunately, Louise was not about to embark on any lesbian adventure with her lifelong friend. Sure she was attractive, both Louise and John could safely admit to that, but come on, people. Not all women have to hook up, even if most men think they should.

Sophia hadn’t had it too easy in some of her relationships, so she was a bit on the fragile side when it came to men. Louise and John had been a great support system for her, and in some ways, John had become like an older brother to Sophia. Sophia was devoted and loyal to her friendship with Louise.

Besides, she lived nowhere close.

Anyway, Louise was quite frustrated to see her husband drive off into the morning, knowing she’d not see him until Sunday at the earliest. Damn Tony and his fucking ideas. She could have had a good week of great sex with her husband, probably enhanced by her thong vibrator even, but no. And why did she even bother to follow his instructions, to begin with?

"Fuck this," Louise muttered, hurrying out the door. She still had classes today, so she drove quite aggressively to school.

Unfortunately, she was wearing that thong again. Or rather, last night she had moved the vibrator to one of her panties, making a slight modification in the fabric so she could slide the vibrator in quite easily. She had done this a couple of times, and it worked wonders. But too well. As she was quite frustrated this morning, she forgot all about it. It wasn't until she turned on the car stereo that she was reminded of the strong pulsing vibrations in her nether regions.

Louise moaned as pleasure shot through her body when the vibrator began working on her clit, which was as soon as the car stereo started. Being suddenly reminded of her predicament, she quickly checked the clock. Fuck. No time to hurry inside and take it off. God damn it. This would be so risky. She’d have to endure for at least the car ride. Perhaps she’d have to go commando the rest of the day, but that would be the least embarrassing outcome to happen if she chose to endure the thong.

However, by the time she got to the high school, she was so frustrated, so horny, and she needed a release. After finding her usual parking spot, which was kinda secluded in the first place, she looked around and saw no other cars, so she pulled her yoga pants down, just enough to give her room to play with the vibrator, then let her free fingers slide down beneath.

Her body shuddered violently when her finger brushed over her clit. Her head felt dizzy from the stimulation, and it didn't take much until her toes curled and her breath quickened. Pleasure began creeping through her body, the pleasure growing rapidly. Her breath hitched, her toes clenched, her body tense, and she tried her hardest to keep silent while cumming in her workplace parking lot. How devious had she become to find her in this position? She had no time to ponder, as the pleasures were wrecking through her like dynamite.

Then she heard someone approach. Thank god for the shitty asphalt, giving every step a good crackle, warning her just in time to slide her yoga pants back up. She now knew she had to get rid of this vibrator thing before class. She always had music on, and that would surely be a mistake in her current state.

A light knock startled Louise. She had heard the person approach but didn't expect them to actually walk over to her. Perhaps being flustered didn't help. But either way, she wasn't expecting anyone to just approach her randomly.

"Err, Mrs. Banks," a female voice chimed with a slight accent. "Sorry, if I caught you in an... unfortunate position."

It was Emily, the cute little exchange student from France. Bright blue eyes, freckles. Pretty cute, indeed.

"No no. It's okay," Louise said, exiting the car.

The small brunette was leaning against the passenger door as she got out, the tip of her fingers lingering in her pocket. Her buttoned sweater hid the tight curves perfectly, though it showed some of her navel regions, and her jeans did her some favors too. Emily wasn't bulky, but quite fit, in Louise's assessment, which gave a bunch to look at.

"How is the jetlag going?" Louise asked, rubbing her elbow awkwardly. She had to wonder what Emily had seen.

"It's okay. Back home I was quite the, eh, night owl, so really I am back to normal," Emily explained. Her English was quite good, but she of course had that slight accent.

Louise nodded for them to start walking. Emily would likely follow along to her class, being one of her students. The only thing was, that meant she wouldn't be able to discard her vibrator as easily. Luckily she wore darker leggings anyway, as per usual.

"Sorry, you sure you are okay?" Emily asked concerned. Louise drew back to the surface from her musings.

"Yeah. John, my husband, had an emergency work thing that takes him out of state, and I guess I'm a bit riled up about that. Throws a curveball to your weekend plans, y'know," Louise explained. "I can imagine you miss France."

"It's the food," Emily said. "This country's food is quite... different from home. A lot of big portions."

"Heh, well, with your metabolism I think that won't be a problem," Louise complimented.

"Merci. It takes discipline, but we have to shape in shape, no?" Emily chuckled.

Louise chuckled too. She didn't know why, but for some reason talking with her French student was really setting her mood a little bit lighter. Though she wasn't any less sexually frustrated than before, talking about something that wasn't just sex was nice.

"You're pretty good shape too," Emily said, not hiding sweeping Louise with her gaze.

"Merci," Louise chuckled, trying her hand at the easiest word in that convoluted language. Emily smiled too. "Well, you should get changed. I'm just gonna drop my bag off, then I'm joining up with y'all."

"À tout à l’heure!" Emily said, but Louise had already exerted her French capabilities for the day.

Louise hurried to her office, making sure to lock the door after her, and made sure no one was outside before she pulled her yoga pants down again. She let her fingers slide down into her panties to retrieve the vibrator but felt her body shudder with pleasure as her fingers grazed over her clit. She didn't have time for this! But the temptation was strong. She needed release so badly. She needed to cum, and she needed it now.

Louise looked at her watch, but unfortunately, she had to hurry. If she wanted to keep up her persona as a dedicated PE teacher, she had to be there on time. And as suspected, she couldn’t very well wear these panties anymore, they were utterly soaked. Quickly she slid them down her strong legs and hid them in a drawer, and safely kept for later. She’d have to wait until after school to play around with it.

The class was easy enough. She tried to keep herself distracted, and the lack of a devious little vibrator device in her panties let her be able to enjoy music normally for once.

After class, she hurried back to her office, but as she stepped inside, she was met with Tony. He stood with the vibrator thingy in his hand.

“You enjoying my little gift?” Tony chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” Louise asked sounding quite frustrated, and honestly, feeling quite heated. She wasn't sure if it was because it was all his fault, that he was invading her office, or if it was his mere presence at this point. Him and his fucking ideas

“I needed to move our appointment on Tuesday. Some evaluation shit came up, and well, I can't make it on Tuesday,” Tony explained. “What’s up with you? Why you all up in my grill like this? You didn’t even say ‘hello’.”

“What? I mean, just a rough morning. Then that... vibration thingy was quite... Anyway, we'll reschedule. Next time SMS is plenty. You don’t need to barge into my office,” Louise said, waxing her hand as she moved around her desk.

"What happened this morning?" Tony asked curiously.

"Nothing," Louise said firmly.

"Okay," Tony said, clearly not buying it. "You sure about that, though? You seem pretty tense."

"No," Louise said firmly. Then she relented. “Johnny is leaving for the weekend for some business stuff. It was kind of frustrating news to get first thing in the morning.”

Tony nodded, then to her surprise he just shrugged and started moving towards the door, not trying any further shenanigans. Not that she hoped or would let anything happen, but still. She was quite surprised by his behavior. Did she want him to tease her? Her rationale didn't want anything to do with him, but she had to admit that her body felt differently. She knew full well how well Tony was able to treat her body, to stimulate it. And then there was that strange part of her, a deep dark sadistic streak, a depraved devil whispering in the back of her head to say fuck it and let Tony have his way with her. Even if it was at the expense of John.

She took a deep breath. No. Not happening.

"Well, I got places to be. Want me to text you my schedule? I'm pretty much free the whole week after Tuesday," Tony said, grabbing the door handle.

"Wait. My weekend is open, so why don't we just get it over with this weekend?" Louise had blurted it out before she had time to react. It was so stupid. “For tutoring, I mean.”

"Of course, what else?" Tony asked, smirking knowingly. "But sure. Deal."

And so it was sealed. No backing out now. But why should it be a problem? She had tutored him plenty of times. The only thing that happened was some mutual masturbation... and boy, she looked forward to that more than she could've imagined. Her nipples started to slowly grow erect and hard thinking about him jerking it in front of her as she pleasured herself, and it had her breathing a little faster.

“What about later today? Say after school?” Tony asked, still standing in the doorway, his eyes trailing to her chest, not making any effort to hide him staring at her.

“Yeah,” Louise said, once again without thinking. Oh man, this wasn’t a good way for this to progress. Especially with her so frustrated and pent up.

She had meant to say no, but she couldn't understand how she just did everything he said these days. What was wrong with her? Was it her weak self-control? Probably, or more likely she just wanted it really bad. She was pent up like a motherfucker, and their sessions always got her off so good, even if it was just masturbation. The simple thought of it gave her butterflies in her stomach.

Tony smiled teasingly at her, almost reading her mind. And he seemed pretty happy that she was doing everything she was told.

“Cool. I'll get going, then,” Tony said as if there were no illicit content within the parameters of their tutoring sessions.

"See you later, Tony," Louise said, realizing that they basically had a date set up. On a Friday night, even.

She wanted to hate Tony’s guts, at the very least, she despised the things she'd do when tutoring him. She'd never been in this situation if it wasn't for John and his stupid fantasy she chose to stupidly indulge. But now? Now it seemed almost as if she was just doing it for her. Like the mutual masturbation, she barely told Johnny of that. To protect him. However, it couldn’t be denied that withholding some details here and there was incredibly naughty.

Tony gave his infamous two-finger salute and went his merry way.

*

"You're sure it's okay?" Louise said over the phone.

"Of course. Maybe playing with yourself with Tony around will help you over the weekend," I chuckled, knowing how riled up she had been when he left.

There was of course no reason to not think this was okay. Louise had been alone with Tony before and it went as well as I expected, even at the place where their little spring of infidelity begun, so I wasn't worried. Of course, I was a bit docile from having just drained myself while watching one of the videos of Louise and Tony for the hundredth time.

But really, I was just looking forward to having Louise back in my arms. The idea of a few days apart was just torturous, especially with the prior week we had.

"Does that mean you're not tutoring next week then?" I asked, trying to figure out if I could sneak in a dinner date somewhere.

"I'm not sure. I'll probably skip next week if it's okay with him. I don't know what his week after that looks like, and I don't want it to go too long between sessions. A boy like him will slide right out of his own good grace if given half the chance," Louise muttered.

"Well, you're the boss!" I chuckled.

"Well, okay. See you Sunday, honey," Louise said. "He's here after seven sometime, so I better get ready."

I looked at the clock. It was about an hour till then.

"See ya later, alligator," I said, and we hung up.

I spent the time playing some video games to try and distract myself from the bleak summer outside. Alaska was nice and all, but I preferred the mainland for pretty much anything. Even work-related stuff was just... boring. They were great people and all, but really I missed my wife. I missed being around her, and I missed touching her. Already. I guess abstaining from sex for a week did that to you.

*

The doorbell rang, and Louise hurried to open the door. Even if she was his official tutor, she didn't like him hovering around outside the front door without her husband at home. Tony was there with a backpack over his shoulder.

"Hello," Louise said cheerfully.

"Hi," Tony said, taking off his shoes. "So some weekend tutoring, eh?"

"It's still Friday," Louise reminded him. “It’s part of the weekend, but also a workday.”

"It sure is," Tony chuckled. "We doing this in the living room?"

"Sure," Louise said.

Tony walked into the living room, and Louise followed him, a bit nervous. She was just so riled up from the vibrator thing, and having Tony over didn't exactly calm her nerves. Especially with no John around.

“So what's on the menu tonight?” Tony asked, dropping his backpack on the floor as he sat down. “In fact, do you think John would be down to help me with English and Math? I know he has a knack for that, and I need those grades up too. I’m starting to think I might not get a football or baseball scholarship.”

"Oh. Sure. I can ask him when I talk to him later. While my education is mainly related to fitness, I also have a knack for some subjects too, should you need more tutoring,” Louise suggested. Tony snorted at that.

Louise blushed but decided to let it linger as the professional statement it in fact was. “So today we're going to talk a bit more about nutrition. Workouts you can do on your own, and I'm your tutor in PE, not a PT. So while I'll help you on the way, you gotta do your... let's call it homework.”

"Which is?" Tony asked.

"Doing runs, stretch... work out, I guess," Louise said. She had told him before, but he was a slow learner regarding discipline.

But it honestly helped that Tony wasn't teasing her, and rather focused on why he actually was here. Maybe he too was starting to come to grips with the fact that they weren't doing anything anymore. Their affair was over.

The tutoring, however, went great. She talked about calories in and calories out, how to know which foods are healthy and most efficient, and how to keep a steady diet. Tony took notes and even asked follow-up questions. Louise felt quite proud of him actually. He was turning around!

"Wow, I didn't realize all the different stuff there is to consider," Tony said.

"Yeah, and I'm just scratching the surface, but I’d say you’re getting the gist of it," Louise said. "But that's what homework is for!"

"Sure is. Well, it's been great. Thanks. So I'll see you next week?" Tony said, getting up.

Louise felt quite surprised. The time had flown away, and it was already 8 PM. Their hour was up. And Tony was just leaving? Usually, they'd end up... having their sessions, and this time was no exception.

"Wait," Louise said as Tony was pulling his backpack on, getting ready to leave. "Why don't you stay for some food? I ate dinner earlier, but I could show you some healthy smoothies I often make."

"Alright, if you're offering," Tony chuckled.

Louise felt herself heat up at that chuckle. She hated that chuckle. She hated how it sounded, so knowingly and confidently, and she hated how it made her feel, as she knew he was right. She kinda hoped if he was here for a bit more, he would be enticed to jerk off for her again. As depraved as she was, it got her off, and she loved to see the smug prick sweat and tense up as he jerked himself off. She loved seeing that she could provide such a good experience to him, seeing what she did to him.

Louise went to the kitchen, and Tony followed her.

"So what kind of smoothies are these?" Tony asked.

"I usually make my own. I don't trust the ones out there. Too much sugar, and sometimes just too many calories in general," Louise said, as she pulled out her favorite blender and grabbed some fruits from the fridge.

Even as he hadn't said anything all evening, she still could feel his eyes on her. It made her body heat up, knowing she was basically teasing him in her tight clothing. She had gone for one of her more daring bras, and a pair of panties that was basically a thong underneath her yoga pants. Her husband loved that kind of thing. And now Tony was looking at it too. And she didn't care.

"Well, what do we have here?" Tony asked, walking up behind her as she was cutting some kiwis.

Louise stiffened up, almost slicing her finger instead of the kiwi. He was awfully close.

"Just checking the goods," Tony said, making Louise roll her eyes. She was quickly reminded of his despicable nature.

"Come on now," Louise said, focusing on the fruit. Still, she could feel his eyes roam her body as she worked the fruit for their smoothies.

"Just watching," Tony said, "for science."

"Tony, if you don't back up, I swear I will whip you with my spoon!" Louise threatened, reaching for a wooden spoon on the other counter.

Tony chuckled, as did Louise. And he backed off unexpectedly. What was wrong with her? She was actually enjoying this? She should've been offended, but she was laughing with him! Maybe the evening was more friendly than she realized. Maybe she had misjudged Tony a bit, even if it was quite apparent that he wanted to gawk at her. Or maybe she was caving in from her own pent-up state.

Louise began blending the fruit, contemplating her confusing emotions. On the one hand, she wanted release. On the other, she hated the way it made her feel, hated the way he made her feel. He was so brash, so crude. He was everything John wasn't. John was a devoted husband who treated her like a queen. Tony just looked at her like the next piece of tail.

And Tony backing off all the time left her in a slight turmoil as well. Didn’t he want to? Surely a horny teenager would love to jack it to his voluptuous teacher? She had kinda looked forward to being coerced into mutual masturbation, but Tony wasn’t playing along. Other than checking her out, but that was a given at this point.

As the blender finished the smoothies, Louise poured them into two glasses.

"Cheers," Tony chuckled, holding his glass out.

Louise clinked her glass to his. "Cheers."

They both drank their smoothies. It was really good, as usual. Tony seemed to like it too, as he drank the entire thing in one go.

"One thing I've been meaning to ask you," Tony started but hesitated for a bit. Louise raised her eyebrows for him to continue. "I've been awfully sore lately, and I'm afraid to pull something. I know I should stretch, but sometimes that ain't enough. I've heard of muscle therapy and chiropractors, but I've also heard all that is just mumbo jumbo. Any suggestions on that?"

Louise was surprised by the question. Instead of trying to engage in some seducing game or scheme, he went back to talk about the subject that brought them here in the first place. Tony on his own accord brought up a pretty valid concern, and Louise was pleasantly surprised by it.

"Well, yeah. But it's not all mumbo jumbo, as you put it. Sure, some of it is, but like a regular massage? That does wonders. I could teach you some you can even apply yourself," Louise said, thinking through exercises in her head. It was important that they were ones he could do himself as you couldn’t always rely on a physio or a masseuse to be around.

"That sounds good," Tony said. "I'd be up for that."

"Yeah?" Louise said, getting an idea. "Let's do it, then. Just put one arm on the counter like this."

Louise demonstrated, standing parallel to the kitchen counter, putting her palm flat on the smooth surface. Tony followed suit.

"Then with your palm resting on the counter, arch your head to the opposite side. This works as a stretch for your neck, but if you need some extra tension relief, move your free hand up and gently apply gentle pressure. Careful not to press your artery, but the muscle behind it."

"My traps leading up to my neck?" Tony asked.

"You got it."

"Ugh, it seems like, ugh, I'm not mobile enough yet," Tony grunted.

Louise took a step back and saw that he indeed couldn't quite reach up to his neck. Man, he was stiff! Louise didn't say anything about it, but it was almost painful to see how tight he was.

"Why don't I help you, then?" Louise asked, and before Tony could say anything, she already had her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles.

Tony grunted at the feeling of her hands on his back, his head arching back even further, as Louise massaged his shoulders. She tried to focus on his muscles, but he was a couple of inches taller than her, and she felt like she was a bit awkward reaching up.

"Here, let's go to the couch," Louise said, taking a step back.

"Wait, my mom actually has a massage table. I could go get it?" Tony suggested.

"Oh. I didn't mean to make a whole ordeal out of it," Louise said, rubbing her shoulder awkwardly.

"Nonsense. One of the perks of living across the street!" Tony said, and he quickly walked out the door.

Louise was left alone with her thoughts, which was never a good thing. Her mind started racing. Was she really going to do this? It was only a massage! She had given her friends and John massages countless times before, so what was the problem? She wasn't a professional, but she knew her stuff. And Tony was sore! It was a favor to her student! She was just helping him out.

Louise went to retrieve the oil she had bought to use on John later and brought it back to the couch. To use it on Tony instead. She quickly shook the sentiment away. It was just oil.

*

“So much for the ‘no-touching’ rule!” I joked.

“Johnny!” Louise exclaimed abashed.

I was secretly happy I was far away now, as I felt my reaction more than I cared to admit. Louise had told me she was going to give Tony instructions on how to massage him, and that she may end up giving him a hand.

Apparently, he was so sore that even the basic neck and shoulder stretches that she showed him were a problem for him. Poor boy. The least Louise could do was show him some things so he could apply them himself at a later date.

But the thought of my wife giving her student, the neighbor kid, a massage, gave me some trouble. I knew Louise was adamant on everything being off the table, that she wouldn't do anything, but somehow the situation rubbed me the wrong way. Or was it right, I mused devilishly, imagining that stupid brat just shirtless on the table while Louise's expert hands rubbed all over his body. The idea should've repelled me. But it didn't, far from it. The thought alone was thrilling, even arousing. My mind kept repeating the same mantra: her hands on him, her hands on him.

While I couldn't outright ask for anything, as I had sworn to be the devoted husband who wouldn't push his dirty fantasies, my brain played God's favorite game; making up scenarios that never would happen. My cock throbbed.

"Is it okay? If you don't want me to, I don't have to," Louise said.

"Relax. I was just joking around. It's perfectly fine," I said, feeling my heart almost explode in excitement. "Actually... how did you end up giving him the massage?"

Louise sighed. "Well, he was hurting, and I can help him with those problems," she explained.

"As long as you're comfortable with it, I guess I am," I replied, trying to wreck my brain for ideas on how to push this without pushing it.

"As you should be. Don't go worrying if he'll keep his hands off," Louise said defensively. “He has been good all evening.”

"Wouldn't dream of it," I chuckled, stroking my chin. "So... will you tell me, how exactly are you... servicing him?"

I knew the wording was quite bold, but I hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"It's a simple massage..." she started, sounding hesitant. "Just trying to help a student. You know that, Johnny."

"Of course," I said quickly, not wanting to ruin the progress we were making. "So where do you start? Just going to give him a full body rub down?" I couldn’t help but leave my wording up for interpretation.

Louise took a deep breath. "Well... he mentioned that his shoulders were quite tight and that he's had problems with them. So probably just his shoulders and back."

"Well, I know this breaks the no-touch rule, but honestly, I think this is separate from all that, really. Mutual masturbation and a massage are just in different realms," I said, trying to be the supporting husband, trying to remove any guilt she might have.

"Thanks. I hoped you'd see it that way," Louise replied.

"Well, I think it's perfectly fine. You're giving him a massage, not getting intimate or anything like that. He's not even touching you," I said.

"He's not?" Louise asked. "What if I want something in return?" Her voice was suddenly lower and more sensual. I knew she said that just to tease me, to rile me up. And I knew it was just words, not an actual suggestion. But damn did it get to me!

"That's for you to decide. I don't mind either way if he returns the favor. As long as you're comfortable," I said, stroking my cock gently as I talked to her.

"You know, you're being really good about all this. I'm just glad we're having this conversation, letting each other know what's up," Louise said. "But he's on his way now, so... gotta go."

"Sure thing, babe. Take care," I replied. "Love you."

"Love you too."

*

As Louise sat down on the couch after talking to her husband, Tony came in through the door, carrying a folding massage table.

"It's going to be a tight fit, but," Tony said, trying to maneuver the table into the living room, "where do you want it?"

"Erh, I think here would be fine," Louise said, getting off the couch, and motioning towards the spot behind the couch.

Tony looked to the big windows that offered quite the view into their living room, even here behind the couch.

"Erh, you sure that is a good idea? I mean, it's just you and me, no one else is home, and anyone could see."

Tony was of course right. For the same reason she didn’t want him lingering outside her door before, she couldn’t very well be seen next to a shirtless Tony by the whole neighborhood, especially with that snooping Mrs Anderson. The lady acted like a proper old crone, even if she was just in her late forties or early fifties. She was probably making up for her husband golfing all the time.

So anyway, being on display for the whole neighborhood was probably not a good idea, no.

"Oh. Right. I guess you're right. Yeah, maybe the bedroom would be better?" Louise suggested.

It had a lot of space, faced away from the street, and was upstairs besides, so there was little risk of being seen from the outside, and thus not casting a suspicious outlook for all the other neighbors. Even if it was just a massage, but those gossiping neighbors could be a real riot. Like Mrs. Anderson.

"Lead the way," Tony chuckled.

Louise went up the stairs, and Tony followed. The thought of leading Tony into her bedroom did weird things to her. It was true that it was just massage, and that this started with an alright tutoring session where she offered some advice on how to alleviate some tension in his shoulders, but somehow, they ended up at this place. And Louise felt okay with it. She had to justify it in her own mind that this was okay. Because it was. If anything, it was just a pathway to some jerking off for both of them, which was well within the parameters and boundaries.

Still, as Louise ascended the stairs, she felt his eyes on her yoga pant-clad ass, and it made her feel very naughty. She knew she was teasing him, even just by walking up some stairs, and she was okay with that. It was the way it was.

"Well, this is it," Louise said, entering the bedroom.

"It is a bit odd being back here," Tony admitted, looking over at the bed where he had plowed her the last time he was here.

Louise nodded as he passed her on the threshold, and went inside. Tony unfolded the table and got it in position at the end of the bed.

"Well, I am one lucky son of a bitch," Tony smirked.

"How come?" Louise asked, trying to shake the previous thought, ignoring her hammering pulse.

"No parents in the house, an incredibly gorgeous woman is gonna rub my tense shoulders... life's looking good!"

"Incredibly gorgeous woman, huh?" Louise said, crossing her arms in front of her, but more for her own sake. And kinda Tony’s sake too, as he openly stared at her mushed breasts. She needed to make sure she stayed in control here. “And just so you know, no happy endings.”

“Speaking of happy endings, won’t this break that ‘no touching’ nonsense?” Tony asked.

“It’s just a massage, so don’t get any ideas. Something aside from all of… that. What you do after is your business. Besides, I’m touching you, and you not me,” Louise argued.

“Oh, so it only applies to me, that rule?” Tony chuckled, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

“That’s right,” Louise said with a teasing smirk.

“Maybe we can end in a happy ending after all then,” Tony suggested, tossing his shirt to the side.

Louise rolled her eyes at him but moved her eyes down as Tony undid his belt buckle, Louise couldn't help but watch him undo it. The sound of the clasp made her nervous. He pulled the belt out, and Louise saw how tight his jeans were. She hadn't really expected him to take his pants off, but she didn't stop him either. Instead, she just watched him pull them down his legs.

"What are you doing?" Louise asked as she saw him drop his jeans on top of his shirt.

"Getting comfortable?" Tony shrugged. "What's the problem?"

Louise opened her mouth to reply but shut it. This was a massage, after all, so he did have a point. And it wasn't like he was naked. He still had his boxers on, which were a bit tight already, but she had seen him in less. It was just different. Because she knew what was going to happen.

"You just look so delicious in that little top," Tony said, licking his lips while walking up to her.

Louise had forgotten she had worn an extra revealing top today. It was the one that showed off her flat stomach but also accentuated her breasts, making them seem bigger than they already were.

Tony reached out, putting his hand on her hip, but Louise quickly pushed his arm away.

"No touching," Louise said.

"Of course," Tony smirked, sitting down on the massage table.

"I'll start with your back," Louise said, unknowingly implying she'd do his front. That wasn't part of the plan, but then again, neither was a full-on massage either.

Tony nodded, laying himself down.

"Don't forget the oil," he said, grinning over his shoulder.

"I haven't," Louise said, picking it up and squirting some of the oil on his back. The feeling of the massage oil dribbling between his shoulders felt naughtier than it should've been. Louise started to gently rub the oil into his skin, covering his back with the slippery substance. It was quite different to feel his wide, hairy back under her fingers, and Tony must've thought so as well because she heard him hum appreciatively.

"I've already warmed it up. Sorry if that made it a bit messy," Louise muttered as she spread the oil across the breadth of his back.

"Yeah, it's okay," Tony sighed, stretching his arms out in front of him before falling back into a more relaxed position.

His muscles felt really tight, so tight she wondered how he managed to do half the things he did. Louise rubbed his back firmly, using the tips of her fingers as she slid along the sides of his vertebra.

"Feels good already," Tony muttered, his head turned towards her, his chin resting on the cushion.

Louise didn't respond as she focused on her work. His muscles relaxed slightly under her firm touches, so at least she had that going for her.

Louise's fingers found his muscles and began kneading them, trying to help him relieve his soreness. Her hands worked up and down his back, rubbing and massaging his shoulders, moving lower to his sides and lower back. While he was quite overweight she noticed his broad shoulders and solid physique, the benefits of lifting a lot. His muscles made the work cut out for her quite extensive, and Louise felt her own shoulders tighten the longer she tried to soothe his sore muscles.

She could feel herself grow quite warm from the exercise, and a sheen of sweat began appearing on the parts of her chest she couldn't conceal. Tony was faced down so he didn't notice, though. Lucky, or she'd have to endure some comment about how big boobs she had. 'Oh the torture that would've been,' she mused sarcastically. Once upon a time, she'd muse that wholeheartedly, but now it was just a sarcastic observation.

As Louise moved upwards toward the shoulder blades, she did what Tony couldn't earlier, pushing herself slightly upward, applying the necessary tension on his skin, and dragging her thumbs over the taught muscle in his neck.

"God. Shit," Tony groaned, as Louise released the tension in his muscle. "Fuck..."

"Is it hurting too much? I could stop," Louise said.

"God no. I-it feels great," Tony panted.

"Okay, well, let me know if you feel it hurts in a bad way, yeah?" Louise smiled. Tony squirming a bit was nothing less than he deserved. As much as he deserved getting some of this tension relieved, honestly.

Louise continued slowly working his muscles, giving them long strokes until he had lost most of the tension. After that, she got back to his shoulders and applied more pressure, kneading them with her knuckles.

"How are you feeling?" Louise asked once she felt that his muscles were looser.

"Good," Tony sighed, relaxing on the massage table, the oil glistening on his back.

"You can turn over now," Louise said, suddenly reminded of her intent to work his front as well. She blushed furiously at her slip, and she felt herself heat up even more, knowing that meant she would massage him while being very close to that big warm…

Tony obediently rolled over, his brown eyes immediately settling on her breasts, ogling her hard nipples, pointing at the fabric containing them. He then slowly trailed his eyes up, noticing her flustered face. He smiled knowingly but said nothing.

"I-I'll have to get oil on the front, too," Louise said, fiddling her hands nervously, feeling quite vulnerable. She was so hot already that the mere idea of massaging his body was driving her wild.

Tony said nothing, just briefly licked his lips as he eyed the sweaty, married teacher standing next to him.

"No happy endings, you promised," Tony chuckled.

"That's right. No funny business." Louise confirmed.

Louise began spreading the oil, her fingers working around his pectorals. While he was overweight, he still was quite strong it seemed. She then worked the sides of his torso and neck again. This meant her crotch came ever closer to his face.

Tony was completely quiet, watching her attentively as Louise massaged his upper torso and neck, relaxing his muscles. It was definitely odd being in this position, to say the least. Standing over him like this, her fingers cradling his thick neck and trailing firmly upwards. Fortunately, Tony closed his eyes, making it less awkward as Louise worked him.

Tony moaned again, enjoying the massage, but also making Louise blush at hearing how well she was doing. Why did his pleasure bring her satisfaction? She hated that it did, but she couldn't help it.

"You're really good at this," Tony said. "Where'd you learn to massage so good?"

"Well, I have a husband, and then there was some practice and courses during college of course. You know, for physiotherapy and stuff," Louise said. "I took a few courses in it, but in the later years I've only massaged John."

Saying her husband's name gave her a bit of stability. It felt like an anchor that could keep her in control. She needed to remind herself of that, of who she was. Of what she was here for.

"I'm sure he appreciates it," Tony chuckled. "You're pretty good at this."

"Thanks," Louise smiled, feeling a bit more in control of the situation again. She was here to help him. She didn't need to feel awkward or ashamed of anything, even if it was a bit awkward. But there was still plenty to be done.

"Should we perhaps do your thighs next, or are they okay?" Louise asked.

"You could do my thighs, yeah," Tony said, not really answering the question.

Louise got down between his legs, looking up at him from there. He had such a stupid smug expression on his face. He looked so expectantly at her as if it was a given she'd throw herself at him. The massage had gone pretty well so far, so why did he have to go ruin it? While massages are pleasurable, it was still something that could, and in most cases should, remain platonic. Even if Louise could see his concealed, but still huge package from here.

"Enjoying it down there?" Tony teased.

Louise had to fight back rolling her eyes. Instead, she remained in control by moving on.

"I'll start on the left one, yeah?" Louise said, putting some oil on her hands.

Tony nodded and relaxed into the cushions. Louise let her oiled hands roam his thigh, gently pushing down on the soft skin, her thumb working his inner thigh. Her heart started pounding harder at the feel of the sensitive area beneath her fingers. She felt a bit odd going this far, but it was still massage, right?

As her fingers approached his groin, she felt a bit hesitant to keep going. She glanced at his crotch and saw that the bulge in his boxers had grown significantly. Louise had felt it before, but seeing it so close to her face was different. The size of it made her nervous, and she felt her palms grow sweaty.

Tony noticed her hesitance, and he gave her a curious look as if daring her to go for it. Louise instead shook her head, moving so that she would face slightly away from it. Even if it brought her hips almost on level with his crotch, and gave him quite the view of her flawless ass clad in yoga pants.

Pressing her palms into his thick thighs, she tried to push the image of his bulge out of her mind, but it was nigh impossible. Especially since it was just right there. She had been so close to touching it. Maybe she should just give it a small touch. Just to get it over with? No. What kind of logic was that? John had said if it happens it happens, and that he would be okay with this… But Louise only did the things she did to please him. Her enjoying it as much as she did was just a mere coincidence.

But she knew now that Tony wouldn't be the one to make a move. He had said as much. He wanted her to give in, and it was so annoying to her that she wanted to. But she couldn't. That would go against everything she had promised her husband.

So she instead massaged his thighs, trying to relax them, but as she came closer to his calves, stroking his muscles by moving her torso downwards. That got a satisfied hum from Tony.

"Nice view up here," Tony muttered happily.

"I'll work your feet last," Louise said, trying to ignore his comment.

She went down to focus on his ankles. Tony groaned at her touches, making her feel oddly pleased again. Like his approval somehow meant something.

"You seem to be enjoying this," Louise said, trying to distract herself.

"Of course I am," Tony said. "I've got an incredibly sexy woman massaging me."

"Tony..." Louise sighed, not really wanting to hear another comment like that.

"Your hands are magic," Tony said. "You know, I could use this kind of massage every day."

"I can't always be on hand, sorry," Louise chuckled.

"Oh, come on," Tony said. "I'm sore everywhere!"

"I bet you are," Louise teased, deciding to not be so scorning.

He probably got a bit excited with having her touching his body, and staring at her tight clothing. After all, that was why she dressed so tightly. She wanted the mutual masturbation badly, but he didn't make any moves, so now she was unsure of how to proceed without being crass or blunt.

"You really are sore, huh?" Louise asked.

"Mhm. Yeah." Tony muttered.

Louise finished working his ankle, moving over to his other. Now she had a full view of his boxers stretching wildly to accommodate his giant hog. She quickly looked away to not be caught staring. She wasn't going to be the one to give in. She wasn't.

She worked his other ankle, and when she was done, she moved back up to his thigh.

Tony gave her a questioning look, but he still said nothing.

"So, uh, I guess, if you want, we can do your arms and chest last. I don't know, what do you want?" Louise asked, hoping that would be enough of a hint.

Tony's eyes trailed down to his boxers again.

"Well, I do have a problem there, too," Tony smirked, moving his hand to his crotch, and groping his erection through his underwear. "Want me to pull it out?"

Louise hesitated. She wanted to say no, but her eyes were locked on his huge bulge. Tony took her silence as an affirmative response, and he slowly pulled the band down, exposing his massive cock. Louise's eyes widened at the sight of his long, fat dick. So meaty, so veiny and detailed.

"What's wrong? You've seen it before," Tony said, stroking his meat slowly, as he pushed his boxers down further.

"I know. It's just... it's so big," Louise said, watching him stroke his member.

"Do you want to touch it?" Tony asked, his smirk widening.

Louise didn't answer. She didn't know how to, didn't know what to say. She just couldn't stop looking at it but managed to slowly shake her head. Tony was still stroking it, and her eyes followed his hand as he stroked it.

"You can touch yourself if you want to," Tony said. Louise bit her lip. This was just what she wanted and she knew the rules. She could touch herself.

"It's so wrong," Louise muttered, looking over at the marital bed, almost as if to remind herself what kind of danger she was in. She was also looking at her bed for a more pragmatic reason. If she were to play with herself, it would be best to do it there.

"Then why do you keep staring at it?" Tony chuckled, continuing to slowly stroke it.

Louise had no answer for him. She just couldn't stop looking at it. She had been so pent up for the whole week that she needed release. She slowly got up and walked over to the bed, climbing on top. She was facing away from Tony, no doubt giving him a very satisfactory view of the bent-over wife crawling up her bed in nothing but tight clothing.

Louise pulled down her yoga pants, letting them fall to the floor before she leaned back on some pillows propped up against the headboard. She spread her legs, knowing she was giving him an excellent view. Rules and boundaries or not, she knew this was wrong, but she pushed all of that away. She needed it. She slid her fingers down her stomach, pushing them beneath the waistband of her panties. Her eyes fluttered as she made contact with her sensitive clit.

Tony, now sitting up facing her, watched her intently from the massage table, slowly stroking his big dick as she began playing with her pussy. His eyes trailed down between her legs, staring at the spot where her fingers worked her sensitive bud, her underwear getting soaked from her own juices.

"Take your shirt off," Tony said.

Louise quickly looked over at him, seeing the intensity in his eyes. He was staring at her hard nipples pressing against her top.

"Just take it off," Tony said, his voice a bit more commanding.

Louise's eyes flicked to the window, seeing it was pitch black outside. No one could see inside. They were on the second floor, besides, and also facing away from the street. And Tony couldn't touch her.

She sat up straight, crossing her arms over her chest, pulling her top up and over her head, exposing her large tits in a sexy sports bra. While on any other girl, it would've been just a regular sports bra, it pushed her tits together into an amazing cleavage thanks to her large bust.

Tony's eyes widened at the sight of her huge breasts straining against the thin fabric. Louise smirked, reaching behind her back, and undoing the hooks. As it came undone, she let her bra fall down on the bed, her hard nipples pointing proudly up toward the ceiling. Louise laid back, pushing her fingers back in her panties, circling her clit.

"That's beautiful," Tony muttered.

Louise closed her eyes, arching her back, moaning quietly. She heard Tony grunt as she rubbed her sensitive little nub, and she couldn't help but smile. Her eyes were still closed, and she tried to focus on herself. She felt her orgasm coming, and she began rubbing faster and faster.

Her eyes shot open as she felt the bed dip beside her. Tony was joining her on the bed, sitting on his knees beside her, his meaty cock sticking out obscenely far from his body. Louise froze for a moment, her eyes darting between his dick and his eyes.

"Just taking a closer look," Tony said, his eyes fixed on her crotch and her softly bouncing breasts. "You're too fucking hot, Louise."

"Thanks," she mumbled quietly.

Louise pulled one of her hands up, dragging her hand over her flat stomach, to her big, naked boob, feeling it softly bounce on her hand while her other plunged beneath. She began squeezing her nipple as her other hand resumed rubbing herself. She opened her legs for him a bit wider, putting herself on display for him.

Tony reached down and squeezed the shaft of his meat pole with both hands.

"Like what you see, hmm?" Louise teased.

"Yes," Tony hissed through gritted teeth, as Louise increased her pace.

The sight of the boy furiously pumping his meat seemed to help. Seeing how he did it, how he squeezed on the outstrokes, it all fascinated Louise. And it turned her on even more, especially when he used his other hand to rub his huge balls. She saw his eyes trail her body, giving her the hungry attention she craved, but she wanted to hear him say it.

"Are you thinking of my tight wet pussy, Tony?" Louise panted. She normally didn't like to talk like that, but she knew exactly what drove guys crazy, especially Tony. "Or enjoying the view of these big tits?"

"Fucking hell," he moaned, as he pumped himself faster, his hand moving with intensity as Louise kept squeezing her nipple, tugging at it with one hand, as the other went faster and faster.

Finally, in a fury, after a week of torment, Louise felt her orgasm begin to mount, the tingly sensation building inside. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, not caring who heard, just wanting Tony to be there. She arched her back, opening her legs even wider for the horny boy.

"Oh God," Louise moaned, as she felt her orgasm begin to rip through her body, her legs shaking, her eyes rolling back. Her toes curled, as the orgasm crashed through her, sending waves of pleasure across her body.

Tony jerked faster and faster, his hand blurring on his thick cock, which was throbbing and leaking pre-cum from his fat tip, some drops even landing on her taut belly.

"Yes! Y-Yes, yes! Ughhh!" Louise gasped, feeling her pussy clench, a strong orgasm ripping through her. She grabbed onto the sheet tightly with one hand, her toes curled as she kept her eyes closed, jerking her hips up and down.

"Fuck!" Tony hissed through gritted teeth, furiously beating off next to her. She was lost in her pleasure, but still feeling him staring at her as she continued to ride her waves. She could even feel droplets of his precum clash against her stomach and her breasts as he moved even closer, no doubt taking aim.

Louise arched her back, groaning, her legs starting to tremble as she climaxed. She was only aware of her orgasm, and not even the fact Tony was getting awfully close. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her body convulsed at the height of her climax. She came hard and long, and after a few moments, she relaxed back into the pillows, sighing, her pussy still throbbing.

"Tell me what you think of my cock," Tony grunted.

Louise slowly started coming to, and she lazily opened her eyes. Tony was still next to her, stroking his slick cock, watching her intensely. To her surprise, he had slowed down considerably, and much to her disappointment he hadn’t finished yet. She was almost desperate to see him cum for her. It

"I think," Louise moaned as an aftershock ripped through her, "it is the most impressive cock I've seen in my life."

Tony smiled proudly, as Louise's aftershocks ended, her hands no longer moving on her body. Instead, she lay sprawled out for him.

"Your turn," Louise smirked, watching Tony jerk off next to her, his cock veiny and thick.

"It's so fucking hot seeing you come," Tony growled, stroking himself harder and faster.

Louise didn't respond. She just watched as he furiously jerked himself off, his dick throbbing. Suddenly, though, he swung his leg across her belly. And when she was about to protest, he interrupted her.

"Don't worry, I just wanna cum on these titties," Tony said, his eyes fixed on her big boobs.

"Alright," Louise said, looking down at his thick cock hovering over her naked chest.

Seeing the hog right there, inches away from her face, dripping with his precum, was too much. She let her fingers travel between her legs, moving them gently against her still-sensitive clit. Louise whimpered quietly at the light touches.

"That's it," Tony grunted, as he kept jerking off. His balls were hanging heavily right next to her head. "Rub that pussy again."

Louise's eyes went wide at his crude words, but she did as she was told. Her fingers glided across her wet pussy, making a squelching sound.

"That's so hot," Tony muttered. "Are you gonna make yourself cum again?"

"Y-Yeah," Louise panted, as her fingers rubbed her pussy faster and faster. She was never one to masturbate a whole lot, but something about the devious nature of what they were doing made her so incredibly hot.

She then felt something bump against the soft mounds of her chest. Looking down she saw that his fat head was pressing into the cleft of her tits, but as his head was tilted back and his eyes closed, she had to think it was an accident. Still, she was forced to remind him. She was on the bed she shared with her husband, she had to adhere to the parameters she had put up herself.

"Tony, no touching please," Louise told him.

"Come on, I'm so close," Tony groaned.

"But... But..." Louise mumbled.

"I'll be quick," he promised.

Louise just looked at his cock as he rubbed it against her chest. It was so big, so thick, and throbbing. He was so close indeed. What harm could there be if he rubbed his cock on her chest a bit? And he was close.

"Hurry," Louise said.

Tony nodded, pushing his dick through her cleavage, between the plump flesh. He started moving, humping against her big soft globes, grunting as he fucked into her cleavage as if it was her pussy.

"It feels so good," he moaned, his eyes closed. Louise didn't feel the same as this wasn't exactly what she meant. She thought he'd rub a bit, but now he was fully fucking her tits. At least his hands were used to supporting himself, so it was just his dick touching her.

In the back of her head, she knew it was a silly justification, but it was too late now. Tony was well on his way, and already fucking her tits anyway. His big fat hog throbbing between her tits. Of course he had to use her tits, jacking off was surely not enough for such a juicy cock like this one. Louise couldn't complain too much as she herself had really big boobs. It was only right.

As it glided back and forth she couldn't help herself, despite her frustration that her tits were being abused. Her tits weren't meant to be used like that. The thrill was as thrilling as it was insulting. How dare he? Still, he was right. Tony was close. She could tell from the way he clenched his jaw, or the way the thick veins popped out in his neck, or the way his whole body heaved from effort.

"Ah, fuck, I'm so close," Tony muttered urgently.

"Just do it. Fuck these titties," Louise moaned, surprising herself with how slutty it sounded. She liked the way it felt though, it sent jolts down to her clit, and as she heard his breath grow ragged, she played along, grinding against her own fingers.

"Oh shit," Tony grunted.

"You deserve these big tits to play with," Louise moaned, talking trash for him, knowing how men loved that kind of thing. The way his cock throbbed when she said that confirmed it. "Let them swallow up your huge cock," she cooed.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna creampie your tits. Gonna, ugh, give you a pearl necklace, ugh," Tony grunted, using nothing but his hips to press his cock firmly back and forth between her giant breast.

Louise moaned as she heard him talk like that. Her fingers moved faster and faster, and she felt the pressure building up inside of her again, as she watched him pump away at her chest, his eyes closed. She looked down at his fat head protruding between her boobs, swelling over and over again as it came and went. His big heavy balls slapped against her belly with each thrust.

"Ughhhh," Tony grunted, as he slammed his dick between her boobs one last time, his balls tensing up on her belly as he exploded.

Louise felt the first rope hit her chin, as her eyes were fixed on his cock she immediately tried to look away. But that didn't stop him from thrusting between her breasts over and over again, coating every inch of her breasts, neck, and up to her chin. Splashing and sloshing around, despite how thick and creamy his jizz was. And the stench was unbelievable, filling her nostrils like burnt bleach. Louise grimaced slightly but said nothing.

Finally, he stopped humping her tits and just sat there, his heavy cock resting on her chest. He looked down at her with a satisfied look on his face.

So much for the no-touch rule. Louise didn't really want to confront him about it, though. She didn't really want to be confrontational with him anymore.

“You came way too much. I'm drenched!” she pouted.

“Yeah,” Tony smirked. “So titty fucking is back on the menu?”

Louise wanted to say no, but she knew that would just be a lie. She loved how his cock felt between her tits, how much she made him cum, and how great her own pleasure was from playing with herself while it happened. While she hadn't been able to cum when he fucked her tits, it still drove a burning sensation mixed with guilt and arousal through her.

“I guess so,” Louise said.

“Man, you're fucking hosed down,” Tony chuckled, inspecting his handiwork that was her tits. Covered and glazed with a thick, chunky white substance that looked like jelly in the thicker parts and creamy in the rest. And she reeked of his virile sperm.

While she barely could stand the stench, she also somehow felt a flutter at being spunked up that badly by him. As if his jizz claimed her for himself. It was ridiculous, of course, and she knew John would appreciate the visual aspect of it. But she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

“You all done?” Louise asked, eager to wash all this stench off of her, even if she appreciated how it got there, and all the actions leading up to this.

She wanted to feel guilty, but John's constant affirmation made the shame not as severe. And that made her feel even guiltier. Louise was supposed to feel bad for what she did, but she didn't. She just enjoyed it too much.

“Yeah, I'm done,” Tony said. He got off the bed and grabbed his clothes. “Mind if I use the shower? I'm sweaty as balls from all that, and I’m still kinda oily.”

“Yeah, but wait out here. I'm going first,” Louise said, sitting up from the bed, carefully so as to not spill any of Tony's thick seed on the bed or the carpet floor.

“You don't need an extra hand getting that sexy ass extra clean?” Tony smirked.

Louise scoffed at that and hurried over to the bathroom, and she was merely lucky he didn’t follow. If only he knew how horny she still was from all of that, despite the smell of his cum.

As she turned the shower on, she heard him walk around the bedroom, probably to put his clothes on. She looked at her reflection, seeing his sperm coating her chest. What would John say to this? She knew he'd love it, but she was supposed to protect him. Yet, here she was, with fat chunks of another man's sperm on her chest, and happily so. She took her phone and quickly snapped a photo, hoping at least if she came clean with visuals she'd feel better about getting John’s forgiveness. Or getting his approval more or less, as she knew what he was like. It didn't make it any less horrible, as Louise had her own morals that she was forsaking in all of this.

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