My Neighbor - Part 7 (Patreon)

I havent read through it yet, so apologies for any mistakes and possibly lackluster grammar.

*

"Get down on your knees. I want to fuck you in your classroom."

"Do you realize the risk involved? The school's closing, but there's always teachers, janitors–"

"I thought you said you'd be my devoted slut," Tony interrupted. "The door is closed and locked, so should give us enough of a warning. Now, get down and get me ready."

Louise hesitated, feeling the risk and the entire week of anticipation building up. However, she yielded. It wouldn't be so bad, right? This was already happening, so there was nothing that could stop this trainwreck. Why not just embrace it, enjoy it? Louise kneeled down before her desk, straightening herself up. She licked her lips in preparation, parting her knees. Louise unbuttoned her blouse, letting her plump breasts spill from her bra, giving Tony the access they craved.

"This is the first time someone is gonna get his cock sucked in my classroom," Louise mused, feeling quite odd at her confession. Louise opened her mouth as if presenting it to him.

Tony smirked and got in position to penetrate his hot teacher. Wearing sweatpants, it was easy access. He could hardly wait--

"My phone," Louise said. "This needs to be recorded."

Tony sighed annoyedly, setting up Louise's phone to get an okay angle. Then, without wasting time, Louise received her intruding visitor in her orifice, hilting down against her throat, making her gag. At once her world lit up. His rod was truly glorious. Even if she was forced and trapped into it, she would have to admit that being ravaged like this by a young stud brought an intense spike of thrill to her whole system. And of course, his cock was heavenly, his balls powerful and his presence dominant. Louise's eyes fell closed as she allowed herself to let go, allowing her cuckoldry and lust to win.

As Tony rapidly thrusted in and out of her maw, she was solely focused on pleasuring him. Every aspect was to make him come, to reward him. If anything, Louise felt somewhat honored to have such a well-gifted cock between her lips. The things it could do to her, the blissful feelings it provided, both carnal and psychological. To suck him, please him, and use herself however he saw fit. She was here to satisfy him, and by God, would she.

She used to hate even the prospect of sucking a cock, now she was loving every second of Tony's cock barging in and out between her lips. As the saliva started to stream down her chin, her heart was pumping with adrenaline, and a lurid feeling of empowerment was filling her up.

Her hand snaked its way down between her legs, rubbing herself. Louise, on her knees, enjoying getting mouthfucked by a younger stud in her classroom. That's something not every teacher could claim. A very large and engorged cock was plunging in and out of her mouth, and Louise couldn't be happier. The depravity and filthiness of it all, how it felt so wrong but so good at the same time. She was no longer sure if it was the act itself that aroused her so much or the knowledge of what she was doing. Either way, it didn't matter. The only thing she wanted was to get this young stallion off.

"Fuck, yeah," Tony groaned, pushing his cock deep into her. Louise gagged and coughed as the meaty intruder blocked her airway, her eyes tearing up. "I love this fucking mouth! I can't believe I'm the only one who's gotten a taste of this. Shit. And to think I was your first, huh?"

Louise had no idea why, but the words brought some strange warmth to her chest. It was true. She had sworn not to ever do this, not ever consider it. But it had been Tony. And now... he could demand she perform like this whenever he saw fit?

To her slight disappointment, she wasn't treated to his nasty sperm. Instead, Tony dislodged, helped her to her feet, promptly spun her around over the desk, and yanked her skirt up around her waist. Before Louise could take any other action, his fat cock slipped deep into her with a single hard thrust. She whimpered pathetically at the rough intrusion of her tight pussy, stretching her out beyond capacity, filling her whole world with immense satisfaction, almost relief, even.

The heavy pounding began. His meaty rod slurping in and outside of her tight orifice, showing no care for any comfort on her side. There was, and plenty at that, but it was secondary.

He pumped and pounded her ruthlessly, one hand on her head to keep her down, the other grasping her hip. Meanwhile, her teacher's hole was repeatedly filled with that heavenly rod, with little regard for its owner. Tony wanted to cum in her, and so that's what she would have to endure. Tony felt very smug of himself, getting to rail the sexy married teacher in her classroom. He smacked her ass, laughing as she screamed and wiggled beneath him, obviously displeased with the treatment, yet enjoying every minute of it.

"God, I just fucking love using your hole, Louise!" Tony grinned, slapping her plump buttocks once again, grinning as Louise winced and whined from his slaps and rough poundings, with her poor sensitive pussy getting stretched and slammed beyond belief. "And what a fucking ass!"

"Thank you, Tony," Louise whined, loving how the disrespect and debasement filled her with so much erotic passion. The tingling sensation between her legs was filling her mind up as the fucking only seemed to increase. "Like fucking other people's wives, huh?" she teased.

"God, yes," Tony moaned. "Your husband would look fucking stupid knowing I was taking his place this entire month. In fact, I don't know if I want you fucking him until his birthday."

"N-no!" Louise pleaded but was unable to muster a proper protest.

"Yes," Tony corrected her. "I'll fuck you all week, but your hubby won't, got it?"

"Ohhhh fuck. Fuck," Louise whimpered, drooling onto the desk.

"It'll make his birthday so much better," Tony said, leaning into why she was doing it in the first place.

"F-fine," Louise groaned in defeat. Every time Tony was inside her it was like he had a spell over her, that anything he said was law. She'd no doubt regret it later, but right now, she had no energy to deny him.

Tony smacked her ass again and then grabbed a hold of her hair into a ponytail. He leaned forward over her, grunting as he reamed his member into his teacher's hot and sopping hole. "No one has fucked you as hard as I have, have they? Or as good?" Tony groaned.

Louise hesitated at the declaration, which he obviously saw. He chuckled and shook his head.

"You're, ugh, so big," Louise said. "So much bigger than what I'm used to."

Tony gave her ponytail a yank and then gripped her butt cheeks with one hand as he slid his cock out with the other.

Louise then felt an enormous pressure directly on her butthole.

"What? No!" Louise snapped. She turned around and smacked Tony's hands away. Tony quickly withdrew. "No, Tony," Louise glared. "No, I am NOT doing anal."

"Sorry," Tony said, apologizing for the first time in his life. He quickly slid back into her pussy and shoved away inside her. "Wanna keep getting fucked like this?"

"Yeah!" Louise moaned.

"You like me fucking you?" Tony taunted.

"Oh God," Louise mumbled. "I wanna keep getting fucked. Just promise me we won't do it in my ass, Tony."

"Sorry. Won't happen again. Promise," he repeated. Tony loved a challenge though. "Fuck, Louise," he groaned. "You just make me so fucking horny."

"W-we need to finish," Louise said. As much as she hated it to end, they were still in a very public place. The idea of someone catching them at it sent shivers of excitement up her spine. However, the thrill factor wasn't so big it outweighed the consequences.

Tony agreed and pumped her as hard as he could. Louise gripped the side of the desk, taking it with open lust. Her clit rubbed against the wooden edge, a nice counteracting stimulation that filled her whole mind with exhilaration and pleasure. Her legs trembled from exertion, trying to keep upright. However, eventually, Tony came. Right into her hot married pussy, giving her what she craved. The warm feeling of being soiled and used flooded her. She melted over the desk, her mind drawing a blank. Her pussy clamped and clenched, as she rode out her orgasm on Tony's fat cock, prolonging her pleasure.

Then finally, with his meaty member spurting its last jets of sperm inside her, Louise felt content. The familiar high that she'd grown to love so much was here. The thrilling experience she was left with after Tony had seeded her. This wonderful high of accomplishment, and also of lust. This high only came when Tony's semen coated her inner walls, and only by having him inseminate her. Nothing could compare, nothing could top that.

Withdrawing his rod, and allowing Louise's body to hang limply over her desk, her lower body naked, her body now throbbing and sizzling with satisfaction. Louise wasn't sure how much longer she could've taken.

*

Coming home that evening, I found the house much like I expected. Empty. It didn't bother me too much, Louise could visit her friends all she liked. Especially Sophia. Heh heh. By the time I came home, she'd probably already stopped by, packed, and left, as I didn't find her car when I got home.

Who I didn't expect to meet, however, was Tony. As I pulled up, I saw him wave at me across the street, even coming over to chat.

"What's up, Johnny?" he said.

"Hey. How's it going?" I said, getting out. I did notice that Tony had lost a bit of weight since the last time I saw him up close. He was still large, but I don't know, maybe he did extra cardio or something that shredded a few pounds.

"Nothing much. Having a horny wife over this weekend, so just a heads up there may be some noise," Tony said with a smirk. Had he come over just to gloat? I hated that he had such a good game though. I mean, I knew he had a cock thicker than a barrel, but come on. He was still a nineteen-year-old. A student.

"Good for you," I grinned.

"Hey, that French girl that was over, she was kinda hot, no?" Tony asked.

"She's cute alright," I chuckled. Despite gloating, Tony seemed quite friendly for now. "Emily."

"You should ask Louise for a threesome," Tony said.

If I had any beverages in my mouth, I'd spit it out. Louise was not the type to involve any women. Nope, any sharing business was all me. She had teased me about this and that, but we both knew she’d cut my balls off if I’d ever touch another woman.

"Imagine those two hotties making out, dude. Fucking their lips into one another while their tongues explore some interesting dynamics between a student and a teacher," Tony said almost dreamily. "Man, that would be art. You'd better get that on tape if it ever happens."

"Heh, can't say I hate the idea," I chuckled. I guess Emily was pretty cute, and Louise had already teased me about her. I didn't think it would ever happen, but I could always picture the two doing stuff together. It was weird, picturing Louise and another woman. Watch them kiss and caress one another. But Louise was very unlike me in that regard. Louise was not one to share her significant other in any sense or fashion. She just liked to tease me, and getting riled up herself probably gave her sexual appetite some extra vigor. "Well, I better get back inside."

"Me too. Inside the aforementioned wife. I'm betting she's arriving soon," Tony said, checking the clock on his phone.

"Good luck with your weekend then," I said, walking inside. Tony gave his two-finger salute and wandered off.

Not even hour later, when I was taking out the trash, I swear I could see silhouettes moving around behind some light curtains inside Tony's living room. Yup, there they were. I couldn't actually see anything, and there was no car up front, but I could easily tell there were two figures in there. They soon disappeared, however.

I stood there looking at the window for a moment, finding myself wondering what they were doing. Call it the voyeur in me. Was Tony already pounding whoever it was? And with that thought, did I know whoever it was? 

Eventually, curiosity got the better of me. Tony's parents were rarely at home, so with the neighborhood otherwise dark and quiet, there was a high chance I could check without being seen. So I quickly looked left and right, went across the street, and rounded the building. There was only the slightest shimmer of the light going out from where I knew Tony's room was.

I crouched down, feeling like an utter degenerate as I scuttled to the nearest window. His curtains were drawn, and in the dim light, I could barely make out something of the scene inside. There was only a small opening in the curtains, barely an inch, but enough to see Tony from behind.

And yes, he was already in the process of thrusting and spanking whoever his victim was, which was impossible to tell from my angle. Damn it. I could tell she loved it though, as the moans could be heard even out here, albeit muffled. I frowned at how easy the whole thing must have been for him. One thing was for certain, some poor soul was getting his wife stretched.

Suddenly I heard a branch crack somewhere, and that was my cue to get the fuck out. For now.

*

Walking through the forest was at once exciting and also scary as hell. It wasn't a long walk, but far enough that her car wouldn't accidentally be spotted by John should he pull up on the wrong side of the neighborhood. She couldn't risk that, so a small hike was due. With every step, she grew more eager and excited. This weekend would be a wild ride and her pussy was already tingling at the mere thought of spending an entire weekend getting plowed into oblivion.

When she arrived at Tony's house, she quickly let herself in through the back door, just as Tony had instructed her. To think she was sneaking over, here of all places, for the sole purpose of getting fucked. A fuck-date with the young stud that made her knees weak and her body tremble. For this weekend, she was all his. Whatever he wanted to do, however, and whenever, was up to him.

She had continuously wondered if it was a mistake for her own sake to make this tape. This weekend was no different. Not in terms of resistance to doing it, but the intrigue of how it may actually change her by the end of it. What would she have become after such a weekend? She hadn't even gone all out like this yet, and already Louise could tell she was a changed woman. A changed slut.

The house was silent, as she quietly made her way to his room. As she entered, she saw Tony standing in the middle of the room. He had removed his shirt, revealing his huge gut. Even with his sweatpants on, Louise could see his barrel run along the inside of his thigh. He looked up, seeing her in her casual workwear, and smiled. Yoga pants and a red shirt had become her uniform.

"You ready?" Tony asked, walking over to her. He took her phone and propped it up, almost mechanically at this point.

"Y-yeah," Louise stammered.

"Why don't you start by getting naked?" Tony smirked. "Just stand there and give me a striptease."

Louise's heart was beating in her chest. Her entire body was throbbing with anticipation. This was it. The final heist. And no matter her morals, it didn't stop her from slowly raising the edge of her shirt, as she swirled and dropped it to the floor. She normally would try and fight the urges, but could never deny the satisfaction of indulging in them. Not anymore, not now. No matter what the cost, it would be worth it to fulfill the dark desire deep inside her. To satisfy John, she had to yield herself to this.

After her shirt, came her sports bra. Louise slowly revealed her heaving, round breasts. Firm, heavy, with beautiful hardening nipples. Slowly, she cupped and squished them together. She always imagined herself having a body to attract a lover but didn't think this was how things would turn out. Nevertheless, here she was.

As Tony watched his teacher give in, undressing herself under his watchful and very keen gaze, Louise couldn't help but grow even hotter. Knowing how much she was desired and craved in a primal sort of way was enticing. Almost empowering. All for herself. And it felt... natural. Tony wasn't a boy, he was a young man, but his hormones had fully ignited now.

"I love those big tits," Tony said, moving in close to latch his mouth on them.

She gasped at the sudden attention, closing her eyes as Tony kneaded and sucked her soft mounds of pleasure. Her large buds got attacked but in a pleasurable way. Louise moved a hand to clutch his head as he greedily feasted on her flesh. Sending sparks and waves of arousal all throughout her. He wasn't gentle or slow, but eager, desperate almost.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucked deep. "These fucking tits."

She wanted this. No matter what came of it later, Louise wanted to feel like this again. Without care, without boundaries, with this youthful energy. Fuck the morals, the boundaries, and whatever came of it, she just wanted more of this. The real world had no place here. And maybe that's all John really wanted? If he would want Louise to give in like this, this was full surrender.

The sweatpants and black lace thong quickly joined the pile of discarded garments on the floor. Now finally, she was standing butt-naked before the eager boy. Louise could feel his drool on her breasts as she gave him a small twirl, showing the body he'd enjoy thoroughly for the rest of the weekend. And probably in the following week as well, but one thing at a time.

“Now that we are here, what is it that you want?” Tony asked, sitting down on the bed.

Louise swallowed heavily as she moved toward him. His cock bulge was prominent, waiting to spring free. Tony had a somewhat smug expression on his face, watching her expectantly. How could he not? Louise indulged his every wish.

She hesitated. Admitting it out loud somehow would seem a lot worse than doing it. But now it was time to open up, both mentally and physically.

"I... I want," she struggled, suddenly losing her nerve.

“Say it,” Tony pressed.

"Please, let's just–," she pleaded.

"Come on," Tony urged.

Louise bit her lip and slowly shook her head. But she knew she had to do as he said. The camera was rolling.

“I want you to fuck me,” Louise whispered.

"Louder."

Louise gathered herself and gathered all her courage. Her breath was shaky and she kept fidgeting nervously. "I want... I want you to fuck me."

"Is that all you wanna do?" Tony said, looking at the floor between his giant thighs.

“And I want to suck your dick,” Louise admitted, getting down on her knees.

"Good girl. You can now lower my boxers," Tony instructed. "And not with your hands."

Louise swallowed her nervousness and leaned in close to his crotch. Opening her lips and carefully biting on the waistband, she slowly lowered his boxers with her teeth, seeing his monster spring free right in her face. The warmness struck her face before his cock did, and as she sat there for a second, the hot rod slowly raised and swung upright, bopping her softly in the nose.

"And why is it that you want to suck my cock and fuck me?" Tony asked.

Louise was a bit confused at first, having already gotten her mind quite cloudy, but with a glance at the camera, she was quickly reminded why indeed.

“So we can cuck my husband,” Louise said, looking at Tony's cock head pointing right at her. She was about to attack it, but Tony held a hand at her forehead.

"Do you love sucking my dick, Mrs. Banks?" Tony asked.

"Y-yes. Very much. Every part," Louise stammered.

"Do you love pleasing my cock with your hot body?" Tony continued.

"Yes. My pussy aches to please it," Louise nodded.

"Would you do anything I say to receive my fat cock?"

Louise looked at the camera, imagining the lens were John's eyes. "Yes."

"And what does that make you, eh?" Tony grinned.

"A cheating wife," Louise confessed.

“A cheating whore. Say it,” Tony demanded. The crude words made her wince, but also throb.

“I’m a cheating whore,” she admitted.

“Good girl. Now here’s your reward,” Tony said, letting go of her forehead. Immediately, Louise lowered her mouth to the great goliath that had defiled her and rutted her for the past few weeks. Tony leaned back with a smile, allowing Louise's eager maw and mouth to worship him like the young stud that he was.

The soft lips wrapped around the bulging head. The warm and wet sensations washing over his thick cock head made the stud groan. "Fuuuuck, Mrs. Banks. You look fucking amazing taking that cock."

With eyes shut, Louise bobbed up and down with little success of hilting him, as the damn cock was just so girthy and thick. She hummed in contentment, as she knew the camera was running, and even more, knew it was filming this depraved act. The flesh spilled around her mouth before being eased into her mouth with gentle guidance from her wet and greedy tongue. Her saliva coated her jaw as the meaty monster twitched with anticipation and bliss from within the hot maw of the gorgeous married teacher.

Tony just relaxed into her service. Seeing the big-titted teacher kneeling down before him and happily pleasuring his manhood with her mouth was a joy, unlike anything he had experienced before. The high, no doubt, was exacerbated by his situation.

"To think your hubby is just across the street oblivious to what's going on. How pathetic is that?" Tony mused. "His own wife is fucking around right behind his back, sucking a younger, better cock than him."

The comment was certainly true, but also harsh. With a knowing glance toward the camera, Louise knew just how real those words were. She was indeed cheating, and the reasons were exactly as stated. This big fat monster, the man attached to it, was just the thing to conquer her senses and completely blow her away.

"Yeah. You get this cock whenever you want," Tony smirked, as his teacher gave in again. "Make him fucking miserable," he said, before pulling her hair back. The moment his cock popped free, the cock juice running down it and into his pubic region, the teacher looked very disgruntled. Tony chuckled. "Come on. Get that ass on the bed," he ordered, as he got to his feet.

Louise crawled backward, quickly finding Tony above her as he started kissing the inside of her neck and nipping at her ear, grabbing her breasts and pinching a nipple. Louise gasped from the pleasure and whimpered. She could feel him grinding his monster cock between her thick and yet perfect thighs, prodding at the tight gap and ready to ruin her.

"Don't be gentle," Louise begged.

Her student grinned. Louise was filled with excitement and arousal, knowing exactly what that smile was gonna do. As she was staring into his eyes, Tony's large cock pressed its head against Louise's sex. Her bare pussy resisted for a second, before letting Tony slide inside, making both participants moan out in pleasure. Louise shuddered, her eyes rolled, and she moaned, while Tony's cock sunk into her silken folds, slowly stretching them, all the while the slimy folds parted, spreading, allowing a bigger invader in.

"I love being your slut," Louise whispered, feeling Tony resting his cock inside her so she could grow used to his girth.

"I need to stretch you a bit. You're always so fucking tight, and it's awesome, but man, it makes for some difficult fucking you," Tony grunted, slowly moving inside her, spreading her vaginal walls, preparing the tunnel to accept him.

Louise spread her legs wide, clinging onto her partner and looked longingly into his eyes. Tony kept thrusting, eventually getting faster and more powerful. Soon, his huge sack slammed hard against her cheeks as he buried his entire length in the hungry pussy of his favorite slut. Louise clawed into Tony's back, clenching her teeth, shuddering in satisfaction, knowing this was the start. The real fucking was about to begin.

And oh, how she hungered for it.

Tony grunted in her ear, clutching her as close as humanly possible. Her body molded itself perfectly to his young muscles, accepting his fat and hard cock. Tony pulled out and then shoved back in, starting an unrelenting series of rapid pounds that went straight to Louise's brain.

"Ooh! Aah! Oh! Yes!" she moaned out loudly.

"Fuck, yes. So goddamn tight, Louise!" Tony grinned, finding her rhythm, plowing in and out of the married hole with a passion, like there was no tomorrow. And there might not be, judging by how viciously they were coupling. Louise cried out in bliss at the savage fucking Tony was giving her. It was so wrong, yet so right. His cock felt so big, stretching her out so very perfectly. There was no sign of restraint or holding back as Tony had her moaning in pure joy and exhilaration.

"Fuck, I love it! I love getting fucked!" Louise squealed out totally at her own volition. "More! Fucking pound me with that fat cock!" she continued, squeezing his thick shoulders to have Tony slam even harder and deeper into her hot married pussy. He was utterly destroying her! To think this was only the beginning. How else would Tony ruin her?

Tony pushed himself upwards slightly and propped himself on his arms as he gazed down at the debauched wife. Louise stared back into those sinister and yet curious eyes, waiting to see just how far he'd take her, as he speared her with his monster, the same one that was gradually changing her, as it ravaged her from the inside.

Tony picked up the pace once more and was soon railing into her hard enough to shake the bed frame. Rhythmically the headboard banged against the wall. Luckily for the loud-mouthed slut, his room was way towards the end of the house, allowing them to be as loud as they desired.

Louise's large and bare breasts bounced in tune, as his fat and long member went deep and fast. The loud noises of his plump sack slamming repeatedly into her juicy and naked backside rang through the house. Her sensitive spots and places inside her pussy, were pounded again and again, mercilessly, sending a huge and overpowering rush to her head. And to her core.

"Ahh! Ah! Sooo big," she moaned, biting into the sheets, loving the raunchy feeling of him smacking into her with the force of a ram. This was all hers, this wonderful experience. And she'd get a hell of a weekend. And after such a thorough breeding, who knew what'd come of it? Louise didn't.

Louise couldn't believe how horny she was, and how strong the desire and love of it all was. Every single pounding made her so deliriously happy that it was almost nauseating, and yet her pussy was always begging for more. And as Louise whimpered, screaming out into the air from the relentless pounding and fucking, her inner walls clenched his monster as her pussy tightened around him.

The sound of sex echoed through the room, the smell of their sweaty bodies colliding with one another and the smell of sex filled the room. Their voices were a mix of moans, grunts, and growls, with the occasional words of lustful appreciation. Louise couldn't hold it anymore. The pleasure overwhelmed her. She came. Hard.

She cried out, burying her face in the sheets and grasping the bedspread, hoping it would be of some comfort. Because the sensation inside her was intense and overpowering, the spasms she suffered from were delicious, and the pulsing tingling spreading throughout her body felt unlike anything she'd ever known before. And from this came Tony's payout.

"Fuck! That feels good. Ah," Tony groaned as he watched his teacher experience such bliss, her womanhood squirming, her tight muscles clutching his cock with every intent to drain him. She spasmed, the tight fit squeezing his fat cockhead, nearly hurting, but in a very addictive kind of pain.

Tony slowed down and rode the orgasm out as her warm pussy kept clenching his cock. While Louise had her legs wrapped around his butt, her body bent backward from the sheer magnitude of her climax. The sight was definitely hot, and the fact her hole was doing the clenching made the stud grin.

As soon as she recovered, he removed himself, pulling out and watching Louise's poor stretched-out pussy quiver, her legs shaking from his brutal assault on her body.

"Fuck, I just love getting fucked like that," Louise whimpered.

"I bet. Now, lay prone on your stomach," Tony said. Louise slowly complied, rolling over on her belly and pushed her large ass up. The two round and plump globes just begged for a slap and Tony couldn't resist as he knelt behind her, cupped her full and weighty cheeks with both hands and gave her two big slaps. She was pleasantly jiggly.

Louise winced slightly at first but then grew to enjoy the rough and forceful treatment. Something she was never treated with from John. At times she wished John was more dominant. But, honestly, it was just so much better when it was someone like Tony behind her, letting loose on her bare bottom.

Tony spanked his teacher once more before lining up and driving his rock-hard member inside her warm, slippery depths.

Louise groaned. Oh fuck. Yes. God, that cock! Her back arched, her fingers dug into the covers, and her mouth gaped open. She just looked so happy to take his dick. Tony chuckled, looking down at where his cock disappeared between her cheeks and into the married slut.

"Ready, Louise? Cause I'm fucking this pussy good now." Tony grabbed her by the hips, bringing her up.

"Oh, yesss," Louise smiled dreamily. Her hole was eager for more.

"Your hubby doesn't know how to satisfy you, so I'm taking over. This pussy is mine, to do with whatever I fucking please," Tony said before leaning over, biting and licking at her shoulders and neck. He laid almost flat on her, crushing her under his weight as almost all of his cock was docked inside of her.

Louise knew the painful answer to that statement, but a smile formed anyway. It was so true and she would love every moment of it.

"Ow..." she winced slightly, feeling Tony slowly grinding and swirling his hips, working the big weapon inside her. However, soon, Louise whimpered from delight, the head bumping a particularly sensitive spot, again and again.

Tony smiled smugly, reading her reactions to his deliberate strokes. "Right there, is it, Mrs. Banks? This is your weakness." He let her experience this small paradise of pleasure a couple more times, slowly rubbing his swollen head over her G-spot, and then added some sharp pumps into the equation.

Louise shuddered in pleasure. The steady friction, the sheer length, and the girth of his cock combined made this heavenly, almost spiritual. She couldn't put into words what that kind of sensuality did to her mind, body, and soul. It was absolutely everything she could've wished for in life. And much, much more.

When Tony finally had enough of tormenting the married bitch, his pace switched from churning to directed thrusts. Slow but steady right along that special place. Louise groaned out, feeling Tony's heavy breathing and grunts behind her. Tony licked and nipped at her ears, grabbed her hair, and pushed her face roughly into the pillow as he maintained his directed, forceful thrusts at her G-spot.

This went on and on and on, Tony torturing her on the edge of a huge orgasm. Each thrust and grind sent Louise higher and higher, feeling closer and closer to losing it. His meaty and strong hand held her in position, his breath raspy and hot on the side of her neck, and the big rod doing magical things between her legs. It all caused Louise to nearly lose her mind.

"Is this what you want, whore?" Tony taunted.

"Mmmpp," came the weak reply from the woman under him. Her hands, white-knuckled, fisted the blankets. Her breath came ragged and shaky as she attempted to endure the glorious torment. Tony chuckled lowly and with no mercy. The teenager was more than willing to go on, and on, and on, without climax.

"Nnn- please! Oh my- yes!" Louise gasped and groaned, bucking and wriggling against his touch. Every second felt like an eternity, each thrust pushing her beyond. And then suddenly, finally, Tony stopped, only to switch position, so he now straddled one of her legs, the other he threw over his shoulder so that she was slightly sideways twisted. He got even deeper in this position, and Tony decided he'd let the poor slut finally cum.

He pounded her rapidly with the same intensity as before. He had built his cock up quite nicely but kept himself from release. Even so, his big cock started swelling, the tip becoming fatter. The bulging head swelled and inflated as her sensitive spots were rammed and used thoroughly. His huge and swollen nuts throbbed and churned, his shaft aching for release. But, the big teen, not yet.

"Aaah- ah- yes. Yeeessss, more!" Louise gasped, feeling like her vagina was about to burst, the relentless thrusting continued.

She whimpered, then whined, as her climax surged up. She whimpered louder as her tunnel clenched and seized in spasms.

"Yes- ye- ohmygod- no more. Can't-," she hissed between clenched teeth.

"What's that?" Tony taunted.

"It's too-! OHH!"

Her entire body convulsed, seized, and shook like she'd been electrocuted, as she lost all control. Her hole squeezed down on the fat and heavy invader lodged deep and firm inside her as she released wave after wave of delicious, intense, and powerful release that shot straight to her brain.

"OHFUCKYES!! OHMYGOD!! IT'S-SO-GOOD!" Louise squealed.

It was as if it would never stop, it just went on and on. Tony was in complete control, not slowing the thrusts even a bit. Soon, Louise became incoherent. Her mouth just hung open as the big cock just used her with no hesitation or remorse. Tony allowed a few minutes of merciful bliss before deciding enough was enough and withdrawing his shaft, pushing her away to a crumpled heap next to him.

Tony crawled above her with a grin and before Louise even knew what was going on, he was pinning her wrists above her head, and just with the head of his mighty rod, pressed the entire tip against her mouth and shoved inside. She was forced to take his cock all the way, until his fat tip knocked against her throat, gagging her. Louise coughed and whined from the sudden action but settled herself and let the student do as he wished.

His cock was so caked up with her own juices, and that would normally disgust her, but right now it was totally fine. She relished and welcomed it. All part of the fun, especially tasting her own cream, and the texture of it sliding over her tongue. She began humming and licking around the head much to Tony's satisfaction, who moaned deeply. Louise's hot, soft tongue lapped at him, lovingly, licking all of her mess up, even if it wasn't entirely possible with such an abundance of cockslime coating his thick rod.

"How was it?" Tony asked smugly, looking at the satiated wife.

"So damn good," Louise slurred drunkenly. She felt amazing, though. Dare she even admit it? Absolutely perfect. The best.

"Yeah? Well, now it's my turn," Tony grunted.

Louise just then realized that throughout the otherworldly aching pleasure she had been forced to endure, Tony hadn't had his! The poor man. The poor stud. The poor, big-dicked, and horny stud that could go for hours on end without breaking a sweat. Louise just smiled at him and allowed him to do as he pleased, knowing exactly what that was.

Soon enough, Tony was looming above her, jerking his cock as she licked on his head. With a grunt, Tony pointed his shaft towards her face. The first powerful squirt splattered against her cheek, dripping down to her jawline. She smiled with closed lips and Tony unloaded his entire load, blasting away, aiming at her eyes, forehead, lips, chin, and cheeks, everything was soaked in bleach-smelling, creamy white cum. She smiled contently the whole time.

Tony just grinned at his beautiful, messy, and depraved teacher.

"Did you like your reward?" he asked teasingly.

"Yes. So very much," she nodded.

Tony shook the final few strands out of the urethra and onto her chest, painting her glorious mountains white, leaving a shiny layer on top of her sunbathed skin.

"I'm almost worried I like it too much. Or that I'm taking too much pleasure in cheating on John," Louise muttered.

"This is not the time for a guilt trip," Tony grinned.

Louise nodded and rolled her head to look over the other way and looked right into the lens. "Sorry, my love. Just a bit dizzy with pleasure. Tony is really giving it to your wife."

She barely got a second to look at it. Tony suddenly pushed his slick and sticky cock right between her lips. The thick member was covered in his cum and her cream, an aphrodisiac so potent to her now. The strong flavor was now a major part of it, making it an outright addiction to her, the naughtiness of the whole act an added bonus.

"Go get cleaned up. There's towels. I'll order us some pizza," Tony said.

Louise had known she was committed to the whole weekend, but the mention of food, getting cleaned up and all, it acted as a reminder of what that actually meant. Not even two hours in and Tony had already made her experience so many orgasms and pleasures beyond measure, made her cum harder, better, and much more than years of sex with John combined. Knowing what lay ahead, it made her heart flutter in her chest.

"Alright, my master. I will hurry," she answered and took the towel, winking at the camera, before she scuttled away.

Tony flipped a pizza app open and placed an order for two family packs, loaded with their favorite toppings. He looked around for his phone and when finding it, sent a text message to John.

"She's a real slut this one" he wrote.

"I bet. Give her one from me," John replied after a few minutes, unknowingly adding fuel to the already-raging inferno of their adultery.

*

After returning with a clean and naked body, having eaten an entire box, and had two beers and with just three slices left, they fucked again. And again. And again.

Tony gave the married bitch all kinds of positions, each harder, faster, deeper, and longer, bringing them both closer to the inevitable. The fat head slammed deeper, knocking repeatedly at her innermost barrier, her most sacred space, as if his fat cock could eventually destroy her pussy.

Louise took his cock greedily every single time, her moans getting louder, and more vocal with each brutal and deep thrust. It was exhilarating, the fact they weren't even sure if the bed could take it. It creaked so loudly as Tony ravaged her, she feared the sound may be heard even beyond the house.

"Fu-ck, your pussy feels so nice around me!" Tony grinned and kept thrusting deep into her.

She wasn't responding anymore. Her moans drowned everything out. His balls slammed continuously into her jiggly butt, while Louise whimpered underneath him, crying out with her face buried into a pillow. It felt like a massage but on the inside, all the while causing a beautiful ache to blossom throughout her entire form, intensified every time the fat and veiny shaft and head passed her G-spot. It was just so amazing as his dick was fucking her, her, the whore, the married slut, a mature MILF that was unable to withstand the stamina of this young boy.

"AHH!" she whimpered as the slapping, meaty sounds of skin crashing into skin were lost under her squeals and his grunts. Tony reached deep, so deep and hard, every last drop of his force spent and applied deep and fast, to the point her brain and nerves had melted inside of her. 

Louise whimpered loudly, the familiar heat gathering deep in her abdomen, her muscles twitching and quivering, but most prominently and noticeably, her inner muscles spasming violently, and clamping down hard on the fat intruder. Tony felt her clenching up and tightening her grip, thrusting viciously, not relenting as she clenched his cock, keeping him hostage inside her silken embrace.

Louise couldn't handle it and her mind slipped into blissful ecstasy. She'd be so sore later, but that was tomorrow's problem. It felt amazing as she came for the fourth time that session.

"AAAAAGGGH! FUUU-CK! I LOVE HAVING-YOU-INSIDE-MMME!" Louise screamed. Her hips thrust against his groin. Tony shoved down into her, stopping dead, buried as deep into her as humanly possible, and watched her lose control. Tony kept moving his cock slowly, not allowing any friction or sense of stability or comfort in her overloaded brain and nerve centers.

"GOD, THIS AMAZING! YOU'RE SO- DAMN-GODDD!! YE-EES!-RIGHT THERE. GONNACUUMM-NNNGH!" her body convulsed as Tony worked her through her orgasmic high with precision and stamina.

"That's my good slut," Tony grunted, sweating heavily as it was a master feat to not unleash his cum inside of her again. "You gonna let me hit it whenever I want?"

"YES!" Louise squealed.

"Even after his birthday, and this whole farce is over?"

"Oh- oh fuck yes. Whenever- oooh... Whenever you want, I promise. We - ah- we'll keep doing- this," Louise groaned.

"Oh, we're keeping doing this. But if you think this ends next Saturday, I hate to be the one to break the news, but I don't think so. Right?"

Louise closed her eyes, and focused on his thrusting and penetrations, listening to his words but letting the sensations overcome her.

"Fuck yesss" Louise moaned.

"Alright. I'm gonna cum in you now, then you can clean up again. I need to eat your pussy afterward, it's been a minute since I tasted it, and it's really fucking sweet," Tony said, accelerating his pumping and slapping. His orgasm was suddenly rapidly approaching. "Tell me you're my slut," he demanded as he thrusted away.

"I'm yours!" Louise muttered, feeling him expand inside her. A feeling she adored so much.

"Again," Tony grunted, feeling so close now.

"I'm yours!" Louise whined as another wave built up.

"And you love it!"

"I fucking LOVE IT!!"

Tony kept humping away, using her ruthlessly, his strong muscles exerting great force, before, at last, he stalled, growling loud, grunting, and bucked his hips into her one more time, sending another strong and pleasurable shock through her core and brain.

"GAH! OHHH!!" Louise shrieked, realizing a second was just a moment too late, her womb soon was flooded with a seemingly endless amount of hot, steaming cum. His heavy balls twitched and twitched, sending rope after rope of virile sperm into her hole. That alone, the feeling of his strong sperm flooding into her, nearly pushed the submissive teacher back over the edge.

"Take that shit! Fuck yes," Tony roared and grabbed Louise's ass with a strong grip, giving her another couple of good hard thrusts.

"You're filling me up so much. Fuck," Louise grunted. Her toes curled, the pain was excruciating, yet still enjoyable, even if she might regret it later. But the pleasure of being flooded like this, she couldn't resist it, nor ever, probably. Not for Tony.

"Does it feel good? Feeling my sperm in your married belly?"

"Yes, it's so fucking warm," Louise moaned almost lovingly. "I love it so much, feeling it enter me, feeling your cock twitch and pulse inside of me," she smiled contently, so glad to have decided to come here tonight.

After a minute of filling the bitch's womb to the brim, Tony withdrew, slowly, the bulbous cock head dragged along her tight walls and plopped free. Louise's legs almost cramped up from having been spread so much this evening, and she quickly scrambled to move on her side, with her back to Tony, allowing his semen to leak down her leg, without needing to put in any more effort.

After a few moments, the exhausted woman sat up and looked down. Semen had leaked down between her thighs, some even having been squirted up her abdomen to drizzle down her sides and stomach. She watched a long strand connect to her vagina and then drop onto the bed, while the big load leaked between her legs. And god how ruined her pussy looked right about now.

"S-so, wow," was all she could mutter.

"Wow, indeed, Mrs. Banks," Tony replied with a cheeky grin. He stretched and yawned and made to sit upright on his end of the small bed. Tony glanced at her naked form and grinned. 

Louise lay on his bed, breathing hard with a string of sticky sperm connecting to her sopping entrance and running between her thick thighs, while his large cock hung against one of those thighs. His body was absolutely covered in sweat from the wild and passionate fucking. Louise's cheeks were red, her eyes glassy, her entire demeanor slack.

He loved wrecking her.

After a few minutes, his cock began to fill again, growing larger and longer, ready for the next round of depravity. But, for once, Louise interrupted, sensing another few rounds would end with her being utterly worn out. Tony needed to wait. For once. She snatched the phone and stopped the recording, giving the clearest signal that the fun was over for now.

"I'm heading to the shower," Louise said.

"Remember, I wanna eat you out," Tony demanded. Louise shrugged weakly and worn out, heading to the shower for a second time. Or was it a third? She was losing count.

*

After getting cleaned up, she found her way to Tony's living room. She knew Tony wanted her back in his bed again, but she simply needed a break. The virility of a young buck like him was too much for her to handle without a pause. Besides, as before, she was feeling a bit... worried. Worried at how much she liked another man, who was so much bigger than her husband, was able to wreck her so easily, and make her into such a slut. She was also a bit worried at how much she was enjoying it all. And how much she wished for more.

"Nap on the couch?" Tony asked, joining her on the leather couch. Louise could even make out her house across the street through the drawn curtains. It looked quite inviting, but she had committed to this.

They had a short break and the movie channel had something suitable for them both. Namely, a movie they didn't really have to pay attention to. They just sat next to each other. He would lazily touch and caress her thigh but respected her need for a break. After, they even idly chatted about the movie, as the ending was actually better than expected.

"I'm not a sadist, y'know," Tony said after a break in their conversation. "So if you truly can't handle it, we can just take an extended break. Until tomorrow evening, at least, because I still want my fill of that sweet married pussy of yours."

"I truly appreciate it," Louise smiled, briefly cupping Tony's cheek. "I think I will need that, Tony," she added, knowing what that entailed.

"As I said, I know my limits. And, I respect them. This is supposed to be pleasurable," Tony nodded, leaning back.

Louise just smiled and enjoyed the peace and quiet for a few minutes. Soon, her hand wandered back to Tony's still half-erect cock. She gently moved her hands around him, working his dick up for yet another round. Tony remained silent for the most part, just letting her handjob take effect. He leaned back and relaxed.

"Mind if I just suck you off instead?" Louise muttered and sank to her knees. "I'm sore. Very, very sore," she chuckled.

Tony allowed Louise to gently stroke him until he was rock hard. Louise planted kisses along the smooth shaft and then swallowed him. With her head bobbing on her own volition, she worked him thoroughly, loving the flavor and scent. She used to hate his smell, his taste, the texture. But, no longer. Tony just let his teacher suckle him at her own pace. His gaze fell back to her phone. Louise had placed it in the middle of the table, and it wasn't recording. Right now, she was unknowingly sucking his cock for him and not to satisfy her husband's voyeuristic tendencies.

Tony was about to grab the phone but decided to enjoy this moment for a bit. He let the phone go for now and leaned back to enjoy Louise's expert head, her full lips sliding all the way along his thick, long member and toying and sucking at his big, smooth, and hairless testicles. God, he had trained her so well. But he had to adhere to their wishes if he wanted this to continue. After half a minute of phoneless head, he grabbed the phone, making a small promise to himself that he'd try to get moments of submission like this without a phone. They had forgotten before, it could easily happen again.

"Damn, this feels good," Tony grunted. "You'll never suck off John, right?"

Louise stared up into his eyes and nodded as best she could with his shaft lodged in her mouth, bobbing her head a few more times before removing herself and popping the wet, swollen head from her lips.

"John's never had me the way you do. And I'll do my best to ensure that," Louise reassured Tony and leaned down to drag her tongue from his fat scrotum, all the way up the underside, before opening wide and taking him back in her mouth.

"That's a good wife," he sighed, resting his head back and relishing in Louise's worship of him, tossing the phone aside. Louise noticed, however.

"You need to record," she said.

"I'll get the cum shot," Tony grunted.

Louise figuring that was good enough, wrapped her lips tighter around Tony's veiny monster cock, sucking and kissing him all the way, driving her head down into Tony's groin over and over again. This was a personal favorite activity.

"That's a good bitch. Suck that cock like a good married whore," Tony sighed in satisfaction.

"Mmmppp," Louise moaned in response.

"You'll always do your best to satisfy me, right?"

"Yes, Tony," Louise slurred, with the head still lodged between her lips, adding in a couple of teasing licks of his slit.

"Good, now suck my balls good," Tony said, and Louise complied, jerking him all the while. "Mmm," he groaned when Louise started giving his heavy, low-hangers some very thorough care. "Building something for you in there," Tony promised, feeling Louise French his balls with open-mouth kisses. "Now go a bit lower. I've always wanted to try that."

"Lower?" Louise asked, resurfacing.

Tony looked at her with a broad and self-assured smile. "Yeah lower. Come on, do your job," he grinned.

Louise frowned slightly at that but decided to not question it further. She did as told and licked down along Tony's huge scrotum. It felt a bit weird doing it, but she pushed through and reached his perineum. The skin was smooth and silky to the touch and it was quite pleasant. She dragged her tongue along the area, slowly and carefully, earning a satisfied moan from Tony.

"Yeah, just like that. Good," Tony sighed contently.

Louise got more comfortable with the act and pressed her face deeper against Tony's balls and started licking his perineum with longer strokes, then using the tip of her tongue, flicking it faster. It was weird and awkward, and awfully close to his butt, but if Tony wanted it, she'd do it. She kept up her work for a minute or so, and soon Tony grabbed her hair, signaling for her to go even lower. Her tongue traveled down a bit further and to Tony's immense joy, reached his sensitive hole, and circled around the rosebud, trying to find a good way to avoid it.

"Just like that, good girl, you'll see what I can reward you for a proper rim job," Tony groaned and gripped her hair harder.

Louise in her mind hesitated, her instincts screamed not to do it, her tongue battling against the natural inclination to not kiss any part of that area, but her sexual submission guided her tongue in place. Tony groaned, biting his lower lip, having his favorite girl do something this nasty for him. And confirming his suspicion, her wet tongue and warm breath on his asshole felt very pleasurable. Louise, to Tony's absolute elation, placed her hands on Tony's asscheeks and spread them to expose more of the tightly puckered ring as her mouth kept on lovingly and firmly swirling over his hole.

The mature and married slut didn't know she'd done it. But she did, and it was happening. She was kissing, and licking, and sucking another man's asshole. She couldn't help but think how wrong it was, but the way Tony was reacting to it, moaning and bucking his hips, it just turned her on. His big cock looked so delicious, just above her, and her tongue found itself wanting to do more. Tony was in heaven, and Louise seemed to get into it.

Louise pulled back slightly and licked her lips. She glanced at the phone and realized that none of her first rim job was recorded. Tony realized the predicament, immediately propping the phone up for her and filming before she threw a fit or something. But instead of returning to his, Tony dragged Louise up on the couch, laid her across the now-warmed leather in a seated position. He then tossed her legs across his shoulders and shoved his tongue into her warm pussy as promised before. Louise moaned out loud and Tony knew what to do to really give her a good time, so he pushed two fingers inside of her while sucking and licking at her clit.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Louise whimpered, feeling the pleasure building quickly.

Tony used his mouth, his fingers, and his tongue, all combined with his skilled fingers working her G-spot like he was born to do so, it didn't take long before Louise was cumming on his face and fingers. "Don't stop! Fuuuuck," the married teacher moaned loudly. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, the orgasm blotted her vision and made her buck and thrash wildly against the powerful stud, seeking to intensify her high. She convulsed in pleasure as the experienced tongue lathered up her sensitive nub. Louise almost began tearing her hair out from the intensity of his work.

But then, Tony slowed his tongue, letting her catch her breath. He withdrew his fingers, and suddenly Louise could feel one of his digits press at her own butthole. A blush colored her already reddened cheeks. "There?" she wondered, though wasn't entirely surprised when his index finger continued to push, finding only the lightest resistance as he forced the digit inside, easing her muscles. It was awkward and somewhat painful but certainly not unpleasant as Tony started prodding.

"What do you think? Wanna try my cock in here?" Tony asked cheekily.

"No," Louise gasped out. "I don't think that would... Oh my, that feels... okay, I guess. But you're too big. And besides, John has never... done anything there."

"But you promised me your ass. And he wants you to do stuff that you won't with him," Tony pressed.

"You're still too big," Louise protested. "And even if that isn't a problem, it's... a big step. It will be a challenge."

"How's this then? Try to relax. I promise you this will feel good," Tony reassured her and leaned down to play with her clit again with his tongue, still pumping her ass with his fingers.

Louise ran her fingers through her matted, sweaty blonde locks and fanned her flushed chest with her other. The entire lower half of her body felt so damn good right now.

"Okay, fine. But only your finger," Louise breathed out, bracing for the inevitable, but still eager, she had promised she'd let him claim her completely.

Closing her eyes, she let the young stud ravish her body, and his probing finger enter her most intimate hole, lubricated with saliva. Her heart was fluttering with anticipation and her breaths quickened. It didn't even hurt. Much. At least she was getting a break from his huge cock, she thought.

"God, I'm such a slut," she muttered to herself.

Tony couldn't help but smile at the admission from the married whore. His finger went deeper, and deeper still, pushing against her warm and tight insides until he finally found a particularly good spot. Louise whimpered and groaned in pleasure, and Tony gave her a moment to adjust, gently pumping his finger in and out, all the while eating her out.

"It's not that bad, is it?" he said.

"N-no. Not at all," Louise admitted, feeling Tony's finger move around and press against a certain spot, making her moan louder. Tony knew how to use his fingers, she realized, and he did so masterfully, pumping her ass as his tongue worked her clit in tandem.

She enjoyed the treatment. A lot.

"O-okay, maybe a finger, or two, could be... ooh, it feels nice. Very. But no more," Louise warned Tony.

Tony grinned to himself, knowing Louise would cave eventually. Perhaps not today, but one day. If anything, the woman would develop a curious sort of curiosity about anal sex since being introduced to this kind of treatment.

"Ready to cum?" Tony asked, his fingers and mouth working like magic.

"Just keep doing what you're doing," the horny teacher grunted as she approached another mind-melting orgasm.

Tony eagerly kept up his ministrations, he barely had to work and the reward would be spectacular. And indeed, when the time was there and he kept the pressure on just the right spot, he was soon graced with the wonderful sensation of having Louise squirting for the first time in her life.

Louise's breath hitched momentarily before falling into a loud jagged whimper, her legs locking around the young man's shoulders and head, pulling him into her. Her legs quivered and tensed, shaking against his shoulders and back and squeezing Tony's head as his tongue lapped, pressed and rubbed relentlessly, his thick finger working her rear.

"Goddamn, please- FUCK!" the teacher cried.

She thrashed wildly against him, her eyes shut and her expression straining to hold. "N-no, it's- OHMYGOD! I'm, it's happening!" Louise shrieked. Tony refused to cease and seconds later, the squirt hit. Hot and copious jets of fluid expelled from her stretched opening, soaking Tony's couch. "You disgusting fre--" Louise said, her voice cracking and hips squirming against Tony's face and fingers, still fucking her. "It feels so good! Don't stop!" the married whore begged. "Do not stop! Aaagggh, yessss!"

"There you go. Just gush for me, baby," Tony grunted and held on with both of his hands and lips.

"Do you hear that, you worthless husban- aagh fuck, this feels- yes, just like that. DOON'T. FUCKING. STOP! Ugh... This is perfect," she sobbed.

The intensity of her orgasm built to new heights. Her stomach churned in the best possible way, heat and fire coiled tightly and pulled taunt, just to snap back and ripple along her muscles, spasming violently. Her mouth was hanging wide open, her hands holding her knees wide apart so Tony had unhindered access to her whole pussy and ass as she came and came hard. Her head was spinning and her lungs worked overtime, her thighs and core muscles burned fiercely and the sudden overwhelming onslaught of mind-searing pleasure nearly made the married teacher scream herself hoarse. Tony grinned to himself.

"Feels good?" Tony asked once it had subsided, her spasms having passed and Louise's breathing evened out.

"God, yes," she answered.

After that, they had a short breather, their sex craze quelled enough to allow a little talk. And some much-needed pizza. And then, Louise rode Tony's cock, looking back at him while clutching the top of one of her ass cheeks with a hand, doing small jumps up and down on his fat cock.

Tony leaned back on the couch as Louise used her body to massage his throbbing member, moving her hips in a smooth but jerky motion, back and forth, like a dancer, gyrating her hips on top of the strong, young teenager.

"Tell me who owns you," Tony groaned into her ear, keeping the pace steady.

"You, I swear. The whole weekend, you own this pussy," Louise panted, whimpering the last part out, her walls gripping tighter.

"Promise you'll suck me dry whenever I ask you," Tony asked, watching his dick disappear into her wet pussy again.

"Yes, anytime. And anywhere," she nodded fervently, desperately. "Anywhere and at any time," Louise repeated.

"How's it feel compared to him?" Tony teased.

"I swear to fucking- oh goddammit- that is...-fuck yes- SO MUCH BETTER-OH GOD!"

Louise was trying her very best not to outright scream but it proved quite a challenge as the cock pumped into her with the same vigor and Tony started to meet her thrusts, grinning at the camera, knowing John would love to see this.

But Tony had enough of this riding shit. He pushed up, pushed forward, and didn't stop until he was back on top of Louise again. While he enjoyed a woman who could worship him by riding him, he preferred the dominant positions. So he slapped her ass as she laid prone on the sofa, fucking her into the couch cushion. He hammered his cock with extreme force into her and started moaning and growling from his exertions and the sweet slut's moans and yelps.

"Scream my name, let everyone know," Tony groaned.

"Tony! Yes, FUCK!" Louise yelped and whined, bucking wildly, bouncing her ass up against his groin, urging him to bury that cock so far into her core that he would break her and claim her womb. "Tony, yes- OH GOD! Tony! It feels... You are SO BIG! So damn big," she purred and pushed her face down onto the cushions, not to muffle her screams of ecstasy but to drown in her own drool.

John could never give her this treatment, and she hated that she loved it so much, but nothing could be done about that now. John had pushed this fantasy knowing the potential consequences, and Louise was getting rhythmical confirmations that she would never go back to just plain regular sex with her husband.

"Take this dick, you stupid bitch. Do you like this big, juicy, cock inside your married pussy?"

"Ahh! Oooofuck. It's yours! Fuck, you are ruining my fucking marriage with your fat dick!" Louise moaned, knowing how good those words would satisfy John later, clawing and yanking at his couch, forcing Tony deeper inside of her, loving how his strong hands clasped at her hips, her ass, and her waist, fondling and gripping her jiggling curves.

"Heh, he needs this, it's obvious," Tony taunted her. "That loser has given me the full approval. Let's not waste any opportunities he gives us, right?

"Of course!" the mature slut grunted and clawed at the cushions. "He wants you to ruin my pussy!" she gasped to the camera. "And - guh - he's going to succeed!  Ugh, he promised he would, and he did! You're fucking my life up right now!" the horny wife informed John through the camera, and then gritted her teeth, savoring every deep thrust her young lover made.

Tony kept fucking her like an animal, but still managing to add the extra bit of aggression she liked.

"Yeah. This is a very cheap married pussy. Cheap, but still worth the price," he grinned and slapped her ass. Louise gave a small yelp.

Tony then leaned forward, putting his hands to rest under her armpits, using his weight to ruin her married body even further. "Now, answer honestly, can I use your pussy whenever I want after this weekend?"

"Anything you want. Anything," Louise moaned.

"What if it's another weekend?"

"Please do, please–" Louise breathed, lost to the sensations of her pussy clamping and quivering as a preemptive warning of her pending orgasm.

"Good girl," the teenage lover complimented her before his cock reached deep and pulsed violently threatening her womb with the tidal waves of semen about to flood into her.

Louise found her orgasm by her own hand as her finger had made itself busy at her overstuffed and overwhelmed pussy, constantly stimulating her clit while Tony pumped his shaft inside of her. She screamed loudly as the surges of blinding hot pleasure traveled through her nerves and into her brain, so powerful she could taste the sweet bliss on the air. Louise sprayed like a water fountain as her pleasure came crashing down around her, causing her to squirt all over the leather couch.

"You will thank your husband when you return, right? For ever making the mistake of pushing that stupid cuck shit?" Tony grunted as his balls tightened and pulled up. Louise just continued her moans and screamed nonsensical stuff into the recording.

Louise didn’t respond, as she was busy bracing for Tony’s fat load.

He then continued to pump Louise's sweet hole, smashing in and out with incredible strength and energy, until she felt the fat mushroom swell impossibly thick inside her, and her belly flexed involuntarily, feeling as if Tony's monstrous load was exploding inside of her like a geyser. Tony did not dare remove his shaft, no matter how sore he got, no matter how uncomfortable their position got, his cock would not be denied its final few loads inside of her womb.

When his cock finished convulsing, Tony remained inside her for a few minutes before they both collapsed on the sofa. Both an utter mess, exhausted and drained, sweat covering their bodies like a thick, slippery coating. They rested side by side, spent and catching their breaths. Tony pulled Louise close and rested her head against his chest, running his fingers across her skin, and sighed deeply as her womanly, slightly sour, and pungent musk filled his nostrils.

"Fuck, that was awesome," Tony muttered.

"It was," Louise admitted.

"You got such a tight pussy," Tony chuckled.

"Or you're just that big," Louise chuckled back. She sat up, found her phone, and switched the recording off. Enough debauchery for today.

*

Earlier, I had the excuse that I was taking out the trash. Now, standing in Tony’s driveway, I had none. If any of the neighbors looked out and saw me standing here in my workout clothes, they’d be right to ask what the fuck I was doing. What was I doing?

I had had half an idea of going for a run, but somehow, before I even got going, I had crossed the street. Again, like earlier, I swore I could hear faint moans, but it was very distant. Then the moans faded. I guess Tony had just unloaded on, or in, the poor wife who had ended up in his clutches, as I had taken several steps up the driveway and could hear him chuckling satisfyingly. I heard some woman’s voice say something too, but it was hard to tell who it was from the outside. Of course.

Fuck, I guess my darkest voyeristic tendencies had been pent up for quite a bit, suppressed, as I had no way of controling my actions. Slowly, I moved towards the house, feeling my heart thudding inside my chest, more or less deafening me. Now, if someone looked out, they’d think I was insane, the way I stalked up the driveway, moving slowly as if to catch myself.

The happy chuckles grew louder, and then I heard them become more echo-like. I figured they were perhaps in the bathroom now. This was now or never. With them secure in the bathroom, this was my chance. To what? I wasn't even sure. This was all new to me, but I desperately wanted to make my way inside and look around.

So, I did.

I got to the front door and simply reached up, grabbed the handle, and pushed it down. I don’t think it was locked as it clicked and opened. Did this stupid boy really not have a single concern about anything? This boy was asking to get in a lot of trouble. Was he simply so arrogant as to believe nothing could happen to him? Or perhaps as much as I wanted to see, he wanted to show off? Or neither. Maybe he simply didn't give a fuck.

The first thing I noticed as I hurried through the door was the rank stench that reeked even out in the hallway. To not get caught, as if I just became aware of what I was doing, I slammed the door shut a bit more harshly than I intended, and that smell seemed lay thick across the living room to the right, and the dining room to the left. Goddamn, that was a strong stink! It reeked like body odor and musk, mixed together. I was absolutely blown away at how strong that stench was, and it only became stronger as I took one quiet and timid step after another.

I half expected a bunch of clothes to lay around, but nope. Maybe they had left it all in Tony's room or something. Which thus became my destination. I was still not sure entirely what I wanted from this, but my heart thudded and my excitement grew when I got closer, the faint sounds of running water entering my ears. They were showering, giving me plenty of time for… whatever I wanted.

With my mind clouded, my lips dry, and my chest swelling in and out faster than usual, I entered my teenage neighbor's bedroom. The smell was so hefty in here I almost threw up on the spot. It was just so fucking intense and disgusting. I guess I had not been expecting it to be this bad, but I didn't turn back. No. I was determined, and my curiosity had been piqued. How could someone exist in such filth? It smelled like bleach.

I guess whoever Tony had wrapped around his finger had accumulated some sort of tolerance.

Deciding to be extra bold, as if this wasn't enough, I took a step towards the bathroom. And another. Soon I stood in the hallway, outside the bathroom door, listening to the wet sounds of a shower running. And. The wet shower of something else, and Tony's grunts.

"Your blow job skills are fucking immaculate," I heard Tony grunt.

I stifled a knowing chuckle. I hadn't thought it was Louise, but that pretty much confirmed it wasn't. She was across the country anyway, so any such thought I had was just me inserting my wife into my dirty fantasies. It was a reflex.

"Let's wrap this up in bed," I heard from inside the bathroom. Oh shit.

I looked across my shoulder. It would be way too far to get to the hallway, and from the bathroom, you had a clear view of the hallway. A shit house design if you ask me, but that was the cards I had.

Without thinking, I bolted into Tony's room. Of course, that was a mistake, as they were heading this way.

I looked at the bed. Could I hide under there? No. That's too stupid. Too many horror movies about people under beds led me to the conclusion that throwing myself out the window was a much better option.

That's when I noticed something. It was a thong. Not just any thong, but a black lace thong in pristine cotton that looked very much like the one I had got her as an early Christmas present for me last year. I mean for her, heh heh. But Louise and her fantastic ass in that thing was a pleasantry any man would murder their grandmother for.

The door handle was about to be turned, and that sound snapped me right out of my musing about thongs and whatnot, and I yanked open the window and more or less barrel rolled out into the bushes below. Seconds later I heard Tony grunt, "Who the fuck left this open?" The window shut and the curtains soon obscured any ambition I had of getting more glimpses.

I sat there, hiding in the bushes, feeling the cold wind bite my cheeks. That was close. I sure hope no one saw that, though the tall fences around the backyard were offering a good amount of privacy. Good thing, as I think seeing a grown man roll out the window of some nineteen-year-old kid's bedroom was not the best optics.

I sniffed a bit, catching the smell of shit right in my vicinity. With a quick lookover, I decided I had gotten off scot-free. Cool. Awesome. With the amount of luck I had thus far, I decided to make my way home before I tried pushing my luck that tiny bit too far.

There was also the matter of that thong I had found before. It looked crusted and disheveled, but it sure reminded me of the pair I gave Louise last year. She loved to tease me in those things. Goddamn, my wife could wear a thong better than any woman I had ever seen. That thick, jiggling ass in those things was a sight for the gods. But what were they doing on Tony's floor? I mean, Louise was across the country, right?

I had no reason to think otherwise. However, I still found myself rummaging through her drawer to see if I found it. She was always meticulous with her underwear. Or was she? After a quick glance and a few seconds of rummaging through her drawer, I saw that the pair I had gotten her was indeed missing.

A throbbing feeling burned through my chest as visions of Louise and Tony went through my brain, causing my cock to throb within moments. It didn't make sense, but it was turning me on to think of her with another man. I know I was in the wrong, but god help me, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see Louise with Tony. I knew I couldn't but that was what I wanted.

I knew it wasn't Louise over there, but a sensation of betrayal mixed with horniness swirled around inside me nonetheless. It was so fucked up. I wanted it. I wanted to see her with another man, and I hated myself for it. The lack of the missing clothing, the horniness, the things Louise had said over the last few weeks, and the things I had heard and seen over at Tony's made me think it was. That it was Louise. I wanted it to be. 

My imagination plucked Louise out of reality and plopped her into the debauchery going on across the road. I wanted to see him dominate her and ruin her. I wanted to see him turn my beautiful wife into a complete and utter slut, a whore for his big dick. I wanted to see her break and shatter under the will and strength of his massive cock. I wanted to see Tony absolutely ruin my wife and claim her. I wanted to see him destroy her body, her marriage, and her life with that monster cock of his. And it would be so fucking hot.

My cock was throbbing and my mind was spinning with thoughts of Louise with Tony. My body was on fire from this insane lust. The way he fucked her, the way she seemed to just love it, how she had moaned for him, it was driving me wild. I wanted to see her with him so badly. I wanted to hear her beg for him to ruin her and ruin her he did. He had, and I hoped he would do it again.

I closed my eyes as I burned the imaginary images of my wife, in unison with closing my grip around my own dick. I leaned against the wall as I felt the blood rush into my cock and cause it to throb and pulse. I wanted to see her. I wanted to see her with Tony. I wanted to see her break. I wanted to see her break for him, under him, because of him. I wanted to see him dominate her, use her, ruin her. I wanted to see him ruin my wife, destroy her, destroy her pussy, destroy her body, destroy her mind. I wanted to see her lose herself to him, to his big cock.

I feverously jerked myself off, feeling my cock throb as I imagined Louise's body being used and ruined by Tony. I imagined him pounding her into the bed, making her scream out his name, making her beg for more, making her squirt for him, making her cum like she never had. A punk teenager giving my wife so much more pleasure than I was physically capable of.

I quickly shot my load to those images, to those thoughts, and as soon as I did, guilt and shame entered the picture. The shame of even thinking of any of the previous horny thoughts, the shame of wanting something that couldn't happen. I wanted it more than anything. To witness Louise cave, to see her submit and have some sort of affair. For her to like it so much that fucking Tony would eventually become a priority in her life.

But that was wishful thinking. And it was pathetic. What kind of man thought like this? That's where the humiliation came from. The fact that I could jerk off to this, that I was this weak and pathetic that I would jerk off to another man dominating and using my wife. What the fuck was wrong with me?

It was a very complicated feeling. I mean, I knew I shouldn't, but I still did. I still got off to it. I still loved it. I still wanted it, even though I knew I shouldn't. Not only morally, but because this was my wife, and I should respect her wishes. Louise didn't want it, other than teasing me here and there, so of course I'd respect that. But one can't help but imagine... what if…

There was the issue of the missing underwear though. I could always ask Louise but then again... maybe I could just... use it as fuel to imagine things. Things such as Louise going behind my back and cheating on me with our teenage neighbor.

*

Waking up the next day, Louise found herself alone on the couch. Apparently had Tony gone to his bed, and just left her there with a blanket on top of her. At least he gave her that. Initially, she was a bit confused about where she even was, until the memories hit, and she rubbed her tired eyes. Had it not been a real fucking marathon of sex. But oh, it sure was. Louise had almost forgotten the sheer stamina of teenagers, not that she would complain much. She was done pretending she didn't love that big cock. She wasn't stupid. And denying it didn't make her feel any better about her current situation.

Louise was just glad the curtains were neatly closed. If not, John would've been able to look right at her should he pass the windows. Well, it wasn't exactly late in the morning, the sun had not long risen, judging by the light outside. Maybe he had already gone off to the grocery store or whatever.

She looked snuck a peek through the curtains. John was there. Right there across the street, blissfully unaware of what his wife was doing.

Frowning a little, Louise lifted the blanket to observe her naked and gross body. There wasn't an inch of her that wasn't absolutely caked with a nasty mix of dried body fluids; her own juices, and a mix of vaginal and anal secretions that wasn't entirely pleasant, with dried globs of semen dribbling off the sofa between her legs and trailing down her inner thighs. Her inner thighs were all crusted with their secretions. Yuck.

Taking one final look through the curtains, she saw that John was on his way out for a jog. Should she sneak over to get a proper shower? No. She couldn't risk it. Her lie was much easier explained with her gift ready.

Louise instead borrowed Tony's shower, or rather, his parent's shower. It was nice to rinse off, and hearing how quiet the house was, she knew that Tony was nowhere near waking up yet. She probably had a few hours to herself. A quick rinse and dry and it wasn't long until she was taking another peek. Now John was working in the garden, raking leaves and whatnot. He must be restless. Louise guessed that he couldn't sleep without her next to him. Such a heartwarming person, that John was.

Louise sighed, turning away from looking at her husband. It was best not to linger, and not to risk getting seen. She cleaned up in the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. After it was breakfast, then she read the news on her phone.

Looking up, she saw her husband still working in the garden. Louise was kinda bored, but with her husband right there, she was almost besieged. She loathed watching TV, as there were way too many commercials, but ended up watching some anyway.

After a couple of hours of pretty boring stuff, she tossed her phone aside and decided to check up on Tony. Perhaps they could do something more exciting than this. She headed into his bedroom and found him still sleeping in his bed. She took a seat on the side of it, her eyes roaming his big, duvet-covered body, and she felt the familiar tingling between her legs. Just his presence alone made her bite her lip.

She studied him for a moment, as he laid there on his back. An obvious bulge protruded under the sheets, and Louise felt the urge to just reach out and touch it but held back. Instead, she reached out and touched his chest, just feeling the muscles underneath the cotton shirt he wore. Despite being pretty overweight, Tony was quite strong. Slowly, her hand descended downwards, and she began to slowly trace his big belly, moving the duvet down below his waist.

His boxers were the only thing in the way now. No... Or... maybe a peek? He looked to be having morning wood, a generous lump bulging obscenely, like a tent, against his boxers. Louise swallowed, biting her lips as she ran her hand up the tent and made it twitch and flex, even under the covers and in his sleep.

Giving Tony a side glance, and ensuring that he was still asleep, Louise returned her gaze back to his clothed privates and slowly began rubbing and massaging it. Her own panties grew wetter from touching his member. She knew he wouldn't have minded being awake, of course, but she enjoyed this moment alone with him. Feeling bolder, she gripped it more tightly, stroking and squeezing, feeling how the girthy and massive column of flesh and veins began to harden under her palm, thickening and bulging as the length expanded.

Still, Tony slept as peacefully as he could.

Soon, Louise spotted a spot where a big bead of precum had bled through the fabric. She gasped softly and gaped in wonder as more of the milky substance bled through and stained the dark green boxers. His cock was awfully big. Very big. Bigger than anyone she had ever seen, even through his clothes.

She had seen it so many times, felt it, and was still in such awe. Her mouth salivated. She wanted to do something she knew Tony loved: worship his cock. And she would do that. Her husband wanted it, and Louise wanted to give Tony what he deserved. It was what she owed him.

Louise leaned forward and pressed her lips to the soaked tip, kissing and licking the small patch of dampness, tasting Tony's strong precum even through the fabric. It was... delicious. Her tongue poked out, eager to get more of the intoxicating taste, but as she licked and lapped, the taste was no longer awful. Or, it was, but she loved it. She found herself addicted to the flavor, and soon began sucking at the damp spot, trying to draw out more.

Tony kept sleeping soundly, unaware of the married slut worshipping his cock.

She gave another kiss, and then another, and she couldn't stop. She found herself kissing his cock repeatedly, moaning softly, sucking and licking through the thin fabric, and even rubbing her cheek against it, almost moaning in a purring way as she was reminded of all the things this magnificent thing had done to her body. She knew John would've enjoyed seeing this, but he had no right. This was private worship. This was for her. Louise was determined to show Tony the extent of her affection.

Maybe it was a mistake to make this a full month of on-demand fucking, but Louise didn't find herself regretting it either. Tony's cock was hers. Her reward, her punishment, and her obsession. She craved it, and she had to worship it, so she did.

Curling her fingers into the waistband, she undid his boxers, letting his big monster fall out from its fabric prison. The delicious scent that immediately assaulted her made her clamp a hand around her mouth. Was his smell always that wonderful? It felt like Tony was enthralling her to her very core, and soon, Louise didn't just need to please him. She also wanted it for herself. 

With the young man still sleeping, Louise cooed with satisfaction and affection, placing gentle kisses from the base and working her way to the tip. She then drew her tongue up the bottom side and flicked across the shiny purple head protruding from his foreskin, licking up more of his delicious precum. Once upon a time the oily substance had been utterly vile to Louise, but now... God. She kept drawing it out, her face expressing an intense focus as if it were the best thing in the world. It was certainly a treat, and Louise could spend a lifetime just licking his cockhead.

Her tongue traced back down his shaft, collecting his precum which oozed steadily as a result of his heavy night's rest. She swirled her tongue, greedily lapped up his precum and smacked her lips, and proceeded to suck and kiss his fat plums. His balls were incredibly fat and full, heavy against her palm, as she gently fondled and handled them. As usual, Louise thought about all the cum those large balls were holding. Not only was the boy gifted with a ridiculous amount of endowments, his semen production was pretty incredible too.

After giving the teen's balls a healthy lick and suck, she moved to the main attraction, dragging her wet, warm lips up the shaft again, leaving a slug trail of her saliva which she wiped off with her thumb, her other hand rubbing the silky-soft, tender underside of his member.

Sitting up on her knees and leaning her face down toward his crotch, she admired the thick and intimidating cock. How was he so huge? It was impossible to fathom how a mere teenager possessed such a well-endowed package. Or that Louise was able to take any of it not only in her pussy, but in her mouth too.

Suddenly, as if she was unaware of her own actions, Louise's lips bumped against his fat cock head. On instinct she opened her mouth to let his cock travel inside, his fat shaft burrowing across her tongue. She heard the teenager grunt and moan in his sleep when he pushed his hips up, lodging his fat cock all the way inside her mouth and against her throat, making her cock. But Louise was a good girl, and undeterred. She slowly, as if to savor her own worship, started to bob her head up and down, her lips holding his meaty pole captive between them, pulling out his delicious and slippery secretions which she swallowed with delight.

As Louise was engulfed in a trance-like state, she wondered what kind of dream the teen was dreaming of? If it were a dream about her, Louise hoped it was a dirty and immoral fantasy involving her. Did he dream of taking her ass? Maybe he dreamed about pounding her brains out while John watched? Louise moaned excitedly and wiggled her ass at the thought. He was such a stud, he deserved to get the very best of the dreams. Hopefully a good blowjob could facilitate that.

Determined, Louise pushed her face as close to his groin as she could, Louise managed to open her throat and his fat cock glided over her tongue and through her gullet, stretching her throat to its limit. Scared of dying, and retching, she withdrew immediately.

Holy fuck! She had managed to take his head in her throat for the first time! An odd sense of pride surged through Louise. She then remembered who she was. Taking pleasure in these things were vile enough, but being prideful of taking a cock in her throat?

Louise pulled off, letting the cock flop onto his belly with an audible thump. It was still hard, glistening with her drool and smeared with her lipstick, looking utterly filthy. How did it bring her any sense of enjoyment that she could take his fat head into her throat? She was a married woman!

"Mmm," she hummed quietly, not wanting to wake Tony up. She stroked him gently with one hand, the other holding the base of the cock as her mouth descended once again, enveloping the mushroom head with her plush lips. She sucked at the tip, teasing the opening of his urethra with her tongue, flicking it and swirling it around his peehole. The source of his oily precum, and eventually his nasty cum.

Without really thinking, she tried press herself down on him again. This time the head slid past her uvula, and she managed to get a quarter of his length into her throat before she started gagging.

"God, that feels so good," she heard Tony groan.

Louise felt the mattress shift, and she looked up to see that Tony had woken up, and was propped up on his elbows, watching her worship his cock, one forth of his cock in her throat. Louise was almost happy he didn't reach down to guide her. She wanted to be a good girl and do this herself.

As her throat muscles spasmed and contracted around his length, she couldn't help but swallow around his length a little before she withdrew to breathe. His cock was an instrument designed to train a woman. And his cock was just too big.

"One day," Tony chuckled, still admiring her watery eyes and puffed cheeks as she continued to service him.

"Good morning," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant. She took him into her mouth again, licking and sucking at his shaft, bobbing her head up and down like a good slut. "I hope you're enjoying this," she mumbled before swallowing him down again, getting into a nice rhythm.

"Mm, I am," Tony moaned.

Louise smiled and kissed his crown, inhaling his potent smell. God, his scent was so good!

"It was kinda strange waking up and finding you giving me a BJ," he grinned. "Ever woken John up like this?"

"I've never even blown him," Louise said. "You know that."

"Right, I forgot," Tony said. As if. "Why are you even doing this, babe?" Tony asked.

"Because," Louise started, mumbling around the giant cock, trying to suck all of the oily pre cum he seemed to secrete. She licked up the side and sucked him back between her lips. "You are," her tongue flicked out and rubbed against the underside, "so much," her lips pursed at the head of his cock and a drop of saliva fell from her lips, "bigger!"

Tony saw her eyes flutter shut. A mix of pure pleasure and sexual desire. He simply put his hands behind his head, relaxed, and closed his eyes.

The slut gurgled, slurped and coughed as the fat length glided down the tight, convulsing passage to her stomach, making her throat bulge visibly with its massive length even with just a third of his cock able to enter. After another second, Louise pulled off and coughed loudly, his cock spasming violently and covered in her spit. Louise could hardly breathe, it was painful but a feeling she could not shake, and thus she returned for more, shoving that enormous cockhead into the tight confines of her gullet.

He was getting close, seeing a married woman offering her mouth and throat to him was really pushing him close to the edge. He had only just woken up, but he was ready to give Louise his load. She'd earned it.

"Gonna cum," he grunted, giving her a small warning.

Louise just moaned as she tried to take more of his shaft, feeling the warm shaft grow even larger, throb with an intense need, and then suddenly, his cock pulsated with life and started pumping a huge load of hot cum directly into her stomach. Louise felt Tony's balls tighten and draw up against his body as the first rope of cum exploded deep inside her throat.

She gagged loudly and it eventually had to pull up so that only his enormous cockhead was in her mouth, coating her mouth white with his thick cum, filling it to the brim. The warmth, the thickness and the quantity of semen inside her mouth was overwhelming, almost too much, and Louise had to swallow a couple of times to ensure she didn't drown.

The taste was still awful, a vile and almost nauseating flavor, but Louise accepted the treatment gratefully. What else could she do? Louise knew Tony was being very generous by giving her so much good sex, the least she could do was accept what she got. The thick creamy texture felt weird, like baby porridge. As Louise swallowed another big glob and swirled it around in her mouth, mixing her saliva with his salty ejaculate and contemplated his taste and texture, she actually found she could adjust. Not only was it tolerable, it was even exciting.

She was just happy she could provide Tony enough pleasure so that she could be rewarded like this. Louise was living a twisted and perverted life, it was true, but what else could she do in the current situation she found herself in? Embrace it, she figured, embrace this lewd and vulgar experience. After all, John did ask for this.

Louise chewed and swallowed the warm sticky semen, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of fullness his semen was giving her. There was a lot of it.

"That's one way to wake up," Tony grunted happily, his eyes closed, head leaned back. "Thanks, babe," he said.

"Anytime," she mumbled as she swallowed his load, her throat convulsing around his shaft.

"What's the clock anyway?" Tony said, not even bothering getting up to check himself.

"What, am I your mother?" Louise chuckled, turning to retrieve her found on the nightstand.

It wasn't there.

Louise turned to look around. Maybe she had put it on his desk. Not there either. A sinking realization began to trickle throughout Louise. Her phone was still out in the living room. Which meant... she hadn't recorded her cheating with Tony for her husband! Fuck! Louise felt a cold shiver run up her spine. The only reason she even did any of this was to record videos for John's birthday present. The sex was great, sure, but the pleasure was secondary to pleasing John! Oh, it wasn't just bad. This was a fucking disaster!

To think she had just sucked Tony off, even taking part of his cock in her throat for the first time ever and everything. This was all for nothing. Just her stupid decision coming back to slap her.

She let out a shivered sigh.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked, still in post-orgasm provided by Louise's cheating mouth. "You forgot your phone outside?" he joked, not that she knew how accurate that was.

"Y-yeah, that's... that's exactly what it was," she said.

"Sucks," Tony shrugged. He then saw how it was making Louise feel like shit and he tried to lighten up the mood. "Hey, it's not that bad, right?"

"That was the whole point of this, remember?" Louise snapped at him. "I want my husband to watch me do these things... That's why I'm letting you do all those things to me, but if I just blow you without recording anything..." Louise shook her head. She felt so stupid.

"Come on, it'll be fine, trust me," Tony tried to convince her. "John will love it regardless. In fact, I think he'd love that you slipped up like that."

"You're just saying that so we can continue," Louise said.

"No shit. And beside all that Johnny shit, don't pretend you didn't like it. Sucking me, fucking me, it's all good for you. It feels better than anything your husband could ever give you," Tony grinned, leaning back down on the bed, his cock resting on his thigh.

"Fuck you," Louise cursed, turning around, still frustrated. "I can't just simply cheat on John for no reason."

"No reason?" Tony smirked. "How about for my big fat cock?"

Louise blushed, her cheeks burning. "I... I-" she tried to say, but no words came out.

"I've heard it enough times, Louise. How good I make you feel, how my cock is too big, how it ruins you. It's always 'Oh fuck, Tony, you make me feel so good, I've never been fucked like this. Your cock is so much bigger and better than my husband's'. So if you want to have sex with me, we can do that. But I know that you want it as much as I do."

Louise looked away. She was speechless, unable to deny his words. Tony was right. He did make her feel good, better than she had in years. He was big, really big, and he knew how to use it. But that was incredibly shallow! Superficial pleasure wasn't good enough reason to cheat on your husband! Was it?

Louise turned to look at Tony, and her gaze lingered on his half-hard cock, still glistening with her spit and his cum. It twitched, as if it was beckoning her, begging her to worship it and make it hard again. Her eyes flicked back up to Tony, who was grinning smugly at her.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now come over here and lay down on your back, I'm gonna fuck you like the dirty cheating slut you are," he said.

Louise bit her lip and hesitated for a second... This wasn't right, but still, she felt her body tingle, her pussy moisten at Tony's words. Without a word, she slowly and carefully made her way up on the bed, then laid down on her back, looking at Tony with anticipation and fear as he crawled towards her and spread her legs apart.

"There we go," Tony smiled, kneeling between her thighs. "So obedient."

As soon as Tony entered her, she felt the same surge of lust and ecstasy she always felt, a raw sexual desire she couldn't explain and didn't even try to control. Tony didn't care either way, all he did was slide his large member in and out of her pussy. Louise laid back and let him have his way, closing her eyes, moaning quietly, and writhing in pleasure underneath him, as Tony began thrusting more vigorously. His pelvis slapped wetly against hers, each time causing Louise's plush thighs to shudder and bounce a little, while his balls slapped repeatedly against the bottom of her ass.

It was hypnotizing, somehow, and Louise didn't understand how something like this could be so addictive.

"So how are we feeling, bitch?" Tony groaned, panting heavily. "We feeling good about your slip-up?"

"You've- gah -got the-OH- biggest co- hmmm- cock of all -"

"It's ok. We can't be perfect all the time," Tony teased her, watching her face screwing up as her body tensed and convulsed on his dick. She had to endure, endure the ecstasy she couldn't avoid feeling because of this young stud with his fat, twitching meat sliding deep inside of her married pussy. "Feels better than your husband ever could, eh?" he smirked, knowing full well what he was saying and how true it was. He just wanted a straight response, a confirmation.

"No. That's... you're ridiculous," Louise complained. But then her eyes rolled back into her skull, as her toes curled.

Tony grinned, slowing his pounding down, but giving each of his slow and gentle thrusts the force he believed Louise deserved. "Babe, stop denying yourself. Admit you like this and you'll feel better," he grunted, pushing his fat cock deeper into her pussy, before pulling out almost completely and slamming his full length back inside her again.

"A- ah," Louise's toes were curled up and her toes were tightly clenched, futily trying to control her orgasm. How had she caved so easily? Had Tony truly trained her to be his obedient slut or was this some innate female desire? Either way, Louise was ready to cum like a damn fountain all over his dick. She gripped his shoulders tightly and yelled out as her release erupted like a powerful volcano.

Tony laughed and fucked her harder, eager to send Louise to Heaven.

"Aaaah! Oh yes, Tony, yessss!"

After her orgasm hit, her entire body relaxed and flopped down on the mattress, her brain swimming and her muscles twitching sporadically with aftershocks, as she whimpered quietly in the throes of pleasure, a goofy, vacant expression adorning her face as her eyes fluttered closed.

"Ooooohhh my gosh, that was amazing, Tony..." she mewled, smiling up at the ceiling. "Fuck, that was good..."

"Good girl," Tony chuckled, patting her inner thigh before reaching back to knead her big ass cheek.

"You're right," the married wife cooed. "This is amazing."

"Told you," Tony grunted, knowing none of this was recorded. This was all her, and not a show put on for her husband. She didn't regret it either, that he was sure of. Louise didn't regret sleeping with Tony in the slightest. She looked back up at her young lover with a desperate, loving expression.

"You have to cum. This is too intense... And we need to record," Louise pleaded, gasping as his hard shaft pulsed inside her.

"Not until I say you deserve it," Tony chuckled.

"Please, Tony, give it to me! I can't take any more!" Louise begged, grabbing his hips with her thighs, and holding him close, his cock nestled inside her.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Tony smirked, pushing his cock all the way inside of her again. "What else do you want me to do?"

"Ugh, fuck me again and again," Louise grinned sheepishly.

"And what else?"

"Record while we're doing it," Louise said.

"Beg me. Beg for me to record you cucking your husband," Tony grinned, feeling the edge of his orgasm approaching.

"Please, please, I need you to record me cucking my husband," Louise gasped, feeling her orgasm building again.

"He'll see all the sexy things I'll do to you, and it will make him a little jealous," Tony grunted with a hard thrust, his pelvis smashing into Louise's labia. "All the things that are my job now. Fucking you, creaming you, filling you up."

"Yes," Louise moaned. "Pound this pussy. Fill me with your hot, fresh cum, I want to show John how good you've made me feel."

Tony was, of course, an awful lucky boy and utterly pleased at hearing these debasing words spoken from his married teacher, especially earing how she had developed and found her own enjoyment in his dominance over her. If he had more time before John's birthday, he'd probably even be able to get this married slut to wear a leash for him. Maybe he’d even make her clean his room or something, do chores.

He pounded his huge member harder and deeper into her married hole. Louise could only moan and squeeze her walls around her bull's cock, she could already feel the drool oozing out from the corners of her lips. The huge invader spreading her inner walls so wide open that they rubbed against its entire length as it travelled up and down inside her vaginal depths.

It wasn't long until Louise had another orgasm. And another. Tony was wrecking her, fucking her senseless, as his body pushed forward and pulled back, a jackhammer drill driving deep and true inside her married pussy. And it showed, as a silly smile stayed glued to the teacher's face. She felt so good. The student had a hard time holding back his cum when he saw his teacher's pretty and blissfully ignorant smile. It was all the encouragement he needed as he began shooting rope after rope of thick semen into her womb.

Tony groaned as he unloaded inside his married teacher. As Louise enjoyed the sensation of Tony flooding her womb with his potent semen, she once again thought how none of this was recorded. Tony was pumping hot gobs of cum deep into her core, and it was all for their lone, carnal pleasure. Nothing of this would be shown to John. Her husband didn't even know it happened. This was all just for her, for them.

"Done already?" Louise asked after a few minutes had passed and they lay in a sweaty post-coital embrace. Tony's cock rested against her soaked pussy lips, his limp rod smearing his cream across her stomach.

"Think it'll make up for not being recorded?" Tony asked, grabbing her ass cheek, and massaging it.

Louise felt awful about it, but still answered: "Yes. It was amazing."

Tony grinned. "That's what I like to hear."

They were just laying there, Louise in Tony's arms, crushed under his weight. She wasn't going to say anything, because she was too exhausted to protest. And to be honest, she was also enjoying this post-coital moment of relaxation.

But soon, Tony got off of her.

"Where are you going?" she asked, watching him rise from the bed.

"Getting your phone," he said, as he started putting on his clothes.

"Oh... good," Louise said, still exhausted, but smiling at the thought. She watched as her young lover walked out of the bedroom and headed back towards the living room. Louise sighed happily, basking in the afterglow of her sexual high. She knew it was wrong to cheat on John, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to feel this good, and Tony made her feel so amazing.

Over the next hour, Tony brutalized Louise's insides, pummeling her and breeding her over and over, pumping her full of hot, thick cream. He pulled her hair just the way she liked it when he railed her from behind, churned his hip the right way in missionary. It was great. A loud smack rang through the air every time his fat and swollen balls slapped against her thick ass, and equally as his hand slapped across her cheeks.

Tony would simply move Louise however he wanted to take her, and Louise could do nothing to stop him, being the fat sweaty slug that she was. And oh, how she loved the manhandling. Being controlled by a guy much younger and superior to her, having him command her and have her full devotion as his personal married sex toy. Louise enjoyed his brutality and fierceness as she could do nothing but comply and obey.

"Good slut," he would groan, slapping her asscheeks hard, gripping her thighs or her cheeks to chase his orgasm.

After a quick shower, and something to eat, Louise was bent over the kitchen table, her face mushed against the cold surface and with a small dribble in the corner of her mouth, her face as flushed, while Tony hammered her pussy, one of his hands pressing against the small of her back, keeping her in her position. Her phone was under the kitchen window, capturing her contorting, conquered face blissfully wincing in pleasure, her mouth drooling, eyes screwed up and head lolling about.

She lifted her gaze from the lens and to the window, and there Louise saw John still mulling about. Oblivious to his wife and student going at it, but he was always there in the garden, tending it with the diligence. For a split-second she feared what would happen if John wouldn't like her gift. No. He'd love it. She had to believe so. He'd love the show they were recording, right?

John's face blurred, and all her focus was suddenly drawn to the thick piece of meat tearing apart her insides. Tony was growling, his teeth grit, holding on for a little longer as his balls tightened, getting ready to pump her full again, and he didn't disappoint as he did exactly that, blasting her tight womb with his cream yet again.

Somewhere along the way Louise had a third or a fourth orgasm. She didn't know nor care to count.

By the time they finished the recording in the kitchen, her entire body felt sore and bruised, her hole stretched and bred to satisfaction. Luckily, it seemed like Tony needed a breather as well.

As he had just collapsed into the nearest chair, he didn't say anything, but motioned her to come forward, giving Louise an idea of what he wanted. Tony's large cock was soft now, but that didn't stop Louise from crawl over and sucking on it like her life depend on it. Cleaning her fluids and Tony's sperm, a strange mixture that never tasted right or good, but she was devoted to doing so, kissing and worshipping his soft and used tool, watching it fill in volume and begin to slowly grow erect in her hand, bobbing with her mouth and swallowing the taste as it took form.

After a good twenty minutes of worshipping his half-masted member, Louise began feeling the telltale signs of her own arousal growing. Her nipples felt so sensitive and hard and her pussy began to pulse between her legs. In the last week of being a cheating slut, her own sex drive had grown more intense and stronger. Tony had spoiled her to be hungry for his attention and cock, and now she was conditioned like a bitch in heat to respond to his cock.

Louise snuck a hand down to tend to herself, stroking Tony's ego and making him smile with her desperate worship and need to pleasure him, all the while fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit, and playing with her own breasts.

"Tony, get my phone. We need to record," Louise said.

"We've recorded enough. For now. Just keep going," Tony grunted, pushing her face deeper onto his cock, until the head lodged against her throat. And soon enough, a few inches pushed through her neck's resistance and a third of his cock was making it's way down her gullet.

But he was so large, making Louise gag and cough. She could take him a third of the way, but not easily. And certainly not further. Not that it stopped her from trying.

"Just keep going," Tony told her, pushing her face down to get as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. "Fuck, yeah... so hot. You look good, babe. You got almost half my cock down your throat now," he laughed, moving her face up and down, sliding his cock further down.

She would try, but he was way too thick for her. His girth spread her lips apart and her jaw had to open wide for him to fit. No amount of determination could take away from the size, or change the laws of physics.

When the head reached the top of her throat, it caused her to gag reflex. With each push down her gullet, her throat clenched and muscles spasmed around him, prompting loud sputters, gurgles and coughs.

But with another hand, Tony forced her face back down, not caring that her gag reflex was kicking in. His strong, confident hands pressed against her head, keeping her down on him for several seconds, and Louise's fingers trembled against his thighs. It was uncomfortable, but so exhilirating. Being a woman for a stud, being a loyal cocksucker to a superior male. Louise enjoyed how helpless and stupid she must've seemed.

"One day, that whole cock will fit," Tony said.

The whole length? There was no way. Her throat wasn't that big. But Tony was determined. He would make sure that she learned to deepthroat him and be the best little slut she could be.

It wasn't long until Tony felt himself getting close. Louise was sucking him with great enthusiasm and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. He could feel his balls tighten and his cock begin to throb. Getting pleasure from this hot wife was so addicting to him, perhaps even as much for him as for her.

"I'm close, babe," Tony said, his breathing quickening.

Louise nodded, giving him a sign to let him know she was ready to receive his load. Tony bit his lip as he felt his balls begin to tense. He was almost there! Louise braced herself, closing her eyes and preparing her throat. After a few more seconds of hard sucking, Tony bucked his hips up, pulling Louise down on his shaft. She immediately felt his cock pulsate inside her mouth, his hot seed rushing up his thick shaft and erupting into her throat. Louise's body began to tense as well and Tony pumped her with all his strength, driving his seed deep into her body.

"Take it all!" he cried, gripping her tightly, pulling her head up and down, emptying his balls down her gullet, cumming hard. His cock kept squirting its cum, depositing his thick sperm into the back of her throat, pumping her stomach and filling her up.

It took her a moment or two, and a lot of effort, to swallow her lover's whole load of sticky semen before she could breathe. Her breaths were uneven as she came right along with Tony, fingering herself, pinching her nipples, moaning like a whore on a cheap hooker's corner as her own pussy gushed, and gushed, and gushed with warm juice onto the floor below.

As she sat there, slowly calming her breathing, the shame and guilt started to set in, mixing with her pleasure, her hormones, and her submission, leaving her drained. Louise's shoulders sagged, and she felt both violated and happy, pleasured and ashamed. The situation she was in, the choice she had to make: to please her husband by sleeping with her young student. Cheating. Fucking Tony. It was overwhelmingly wrong and vulgar. Why the fuck was it so amazing then?

And yet there she was, twenty minutes later on her knees in the shower, serving Tony again. Was Tony really better? He was young and he was blessed with a cock of ridiculous proportions, there was no doubt about that. The fact that her husband was nowhere near in comparison, she knew was true. Louise still loved John, and even if their sex life had faded, that didn't mean that Tony was any better. He was not her soulmate. They had fun, for now, and it was good sex, and the new experiences were fresh and interesting.

Still, the thoughts bounced in her head: why was she enjoying it then? Why was she enjoying sucking on the large cock of her young student?

Why couldn't Louise push the monster from her mouth and walk away from her younger lover, finding fulfilment in her own home instead? If she and John truly loved each other, it shouldn't be this complicated. If the spark was missing in their marriage, then they should be working to bring it back. But instead, here Louise was, blowing the cock of her young, aggressive lover who was using her under the guise that it was for her husband.

Tony grabbed Louise's head, holding it firmly in place as he thrust his dick into her mouth. There was no love or affection, just pure sex. Tony's virile stamina amazed Louise to no end. Having just had two mind-blowing orgasms, Tony was still hard, eager for more sex with his married teacher. How she would handle him, Louise didn't know. As her lustful and malleable thoughts churned about in her brain, the more she grew confused.

There wasn't a need to sort any of this out now, as she had his thick shaft for company. Swirling her tongue around his throbbing member, coating his shaft with a heavy coat of drool, her cheeks caving inward each time his cock slipped deep into her wet mouth, filled with her saliva and pre-cum. The hot water ran across her skin as she hummed and moaned around Tony's huge cock. It all seemed so dirty and wrong, sucking on this monstrous dick.

It seemed Louise's hot mouth and slutty skills was too much for the boy to handle as a mere minute or two after Louise had begun her passionate sucking, Tony was ready to explode. As the first spurts of hot cum burst from the tip, his hand on the back of her skull holding her firmly in place while his entire shaft twitched, ready to pump all it had into the married woman's throat. Louise nearly choked, surprised by the abrupt eruption. Trying not to sputter and cough and splatter her lover's cream around the shower walls and floor, Louise continued sucking his manhood, nursing out every last drop of cum from the kid.

Tony's potent load soon came gushing out of her mouth and dripping down his enormous cock. His entire sack pulsed, his balls swelling as she unloaded his large, salty load right down her throat, flooding her stomach.

She was finally done.

As if. The spanks echoed against the tiled room as their mutual grunts rhythmically joined the chorus, Louise's body being rocked back and forth. She had just finished sucking Tony's dick off, and yet here he was, pummeling her with his cock, fucking her raw and hard.

Louise was on all fours, with her ass raised up in the air. Tony was behind her, pounding her with his cock.

"Fuck... you're so tight and juicy," Tony said, as he thrust into her from behind.

His hands squeezed her hips tightly, his nails digging into her flesh. He pulled her body against his and began humping her, and Louise loved letting this brute ruin her, dominate her. This weekend was a mistake. But even with the knowledge and weight of her actions on her, her own treacherous body was simply addicted. His big cock stretching her walls, her heart hammering in her chest as his rough hands pawed at her body, feeling her and grinding his fat member even deeper. Louise was disgusted, ashamed, embarrassed, but above all horny.

There was an audible wet slapping and Tony's low grunting as his wet skin slapped Louise's equally soaked ass. She was breathless and flushed, biting her bottom lip and shutting her eyes as he pounded her with his manhood, spewing all that he had and then some. There were no words coming from his teacher's mouth, only soft moans and hoarse groans.

"You're mine now, Ms. Banks," he said, pressing his forehead against the back of her shoulder as he gave her slow and hard strokes. "I own you," he repeated.

"You- Ahh! Ack! God. Yes. Yes, you do," she mumbled between long, deep penetrations.

He started slamming her hard and fast, almost roughly, bringing her closer to yet another orgasm, his thrusts quick and intense. She gripped the sheets for all she was worth, bit down on it as her eyes rolled back, and her mind spun, almost dizzying. She could barely breathe as her young student slammed his big fat cock inside her married pussy. All Louise could do was let herself go, letting the boy fuck her stupid and ruin her for any other man, just for the brief euphoria it brought her.

"Auh!" she gasped and squeezed her eyes closed, her legs quivered a bit as Tony had sent a powerful orgasm to wrack her body, waves of tingly pleasure to crash over her.

She moaned and thrashed like a fucking animal, clenching and milking his cock as it shot yet another load deep inside her pussy.

That was her weekend. The two of them kept fucking over and over again, ignoring the time and responsibility they had in their lives. All they focused on was their mutual pleasure and satisfaction. Louise could barely remember it now, the events blurring together. After they finished fucking in his bedroom for what seemed the hundredth time, she collapsed and simply dozed off. But Tony had soon woken her again, by fingering and tongue-fucking her, eating out and exploring her pussy, finding territory that was only his. He'd even tongue her ass, which Louise was apprehensive about, but was learning to embrace. And the pleasure was undeniable.

After getting so very messy again, Tony would bend her over the back of the couch. Again and again, taking his time, fucking her different positions and places. Not content, never sated, a pervert to the bone. By Saturday evening, she was exhausted, completely ravaged, but her body was craving more.

But eventually she couldn't take it, and neither could Tony. Tony was gaming in his room while Louise laid sore and depleted of any energy in the living room, just where Tony had left her after filling her mouth up with his fat load. It felt like she was going to pass out any minute, but as she was about to close her eyes, Louise glanced to the window.

There she saw Emily. The petite French girl was just entering her home, where her husband was all alone.

*

Tony wasn't joking when he said he had some lustful slut over. Now, I don't like that term, as I love all women, but Jesus. I could hear them go at it continuously across all of Saturday. Of course, when I was at home I didn't hear anything, but if I moved over to their driveway I could hear clearly some poor marriage getting wrecked by Tony's careless, yet monstrous cock.

Of course, I spent parts of my afternoon imagining it was Louise who was getting destroyed. That my own wife was taking such a big, veiny dick right then, with every moan I heard, so close but so far away. I was continuously imagining the sight of my wife bent over, her legs quivering with excitement as Tony drilled her from behind, his fist in her hair, their bodies sweaty and hot. The thought of Louise panting as Tony slid in and out, not caring or even giving a single shit about my relationship.

Some of the scenarios were a mix of envy and betrayal, not just about their infidelity, but about their very relationship. Tony had already shown that he was more capable, but sometimes the anger and hate fueled my fantasies. Like he had taken over the house, or he was kicking me out to the garage. My priority was reduced by my wife just so that she could fuck her favorite student. In return, Tony would fuck Louise over and over. In all the ways and in all the holes he could, Louise would find her bliss, her hunger only quelled when Tony allowed her thirst to be quenched, always controlled and conquered, his woman.

All of that was incredibly arousing, but I knew it was a far-fetched dream. I tried to push those thoughts aside and work in the garden instead, getting the most out of the sun-bathed days we had left before the long autumn and winter. Still, while I was enjoying my time in the garden, the neighbors sure weren't.

They continued on throughout. Good for them. Whoever it was.

My imagination, and probably lack of stimulation for my weird fetishes, sent my mind all over the place. Not something a quick self-induced handjob wouldn't fix.

Later, I was cutting some fruits up for a quick snack. I only had a few hours left of sunlight, but I was treating myself to some pineapple. Come to think of it, how do we even get pineapples in the winter? I'm sure they didn't grow too well with the colder climate. Then again, I doubt they grew in Indiana at all. Except in greenhouses, I guess. Yeah, that was reasonable. Or maybe they transported them, but then the question posed was: how would they not go bad during transportation? Hm. I guess one could–

That's when the doorbell rang. I made my way over to the door, thinking who it might be. I wasn't expecting anyone.

But when the door swung open, none other than Emily smiled up at me. Dressed in a white crop top, and a red leather jacket and tight jeans, offering a view of her slender tummy. Which is where I looked almost immediately before I caught myself.

"Emily!" I said, giving her a hug, and exchanging kisses on each cheek. "Bon après-midi! What a pleasant surprise! Come in, come in."

"Good afternoon, John," she laughed, accepting my invitation.

I closed the door behind her, and I couldn't help but sneak a glance at her cute ass as she walked in. It wasn't my fault. Those tight jeans left little to the imagination. Or maybe it left just enough…

"So, what brings you here?" I asked, trying to refocus.

Emily turned and gave me a big smile.

"Louise a dit que je pouvais te rendre visite, donc je m'ennyuais un peu alors... me voila!"

* Yo. Antarctica77 here. Just pretend their talking French from here on out. *

"Oh, that's nice. That's so nice of her," I said, nodding towards the kitchen. "Bien sur, bien sur! Are you hungry? I just finished making a fruit salad."

"Oh, I am not intruding, am I? I could come back later, or–"

"Oh, no, no, not at all. Just doing some yard work," I smiled, giving her shoulder a friendly pat.

"I can help with that!" Emily answered eagerly.

Before I knew it, the eager teen hooked her arm into mine and we were on our way back outside again. There was a bunch already raked, but as we had not only one but two beeches, in addition to a hedge that shredded like a bastard, there was still plenty both in the back and upfront. And the wind didn't do us any favors either.

Emily took one of the rakes and got straight to work. While I'm no raking expert, I could immediately tell she hadn't done a whole lot of yard work back in France.

"Erh, Emily?" I started.

"Yes?" Emily said, turning to me. Not gonna lie, those freckles made her look so cute, especially as she looked over at me so expectantly.

"You might want to move your hands to not just hold the top of the rake," I said. "Like this," I added trying to show her.

Emily awkwardly tried to move her hand in the 'correct' position, mimicking me, but her motions was still not all there.

"Pull with your backhand, instead," I said, taking a step closer. I wasn't sure if it was proper to show her up close, as she was an adult after all. It's just raking. Still, I took her hand in mine and moved her fingers. "So, you don't have to move your hands much, but let the rake do the work, okay?"

"Okay," Emily nodded, with a sheepish smile. She then sort of... turned into me, looking up at me to see if this was okay. It was okay. Holding her like this she was so… inviting. Or willing was a better term. Or both. Inviting and willing for what? Nothing in particular, I guess, but the look was there regardless.

I probably didn't read the situation right away, standing there more or less with my arms around Emily, but was able to quickly regain myself, letting go of her hand.

"So just pull with your backhand and then let... the rake do the work," I said, rubbing my neck as I moved away. Emily just smiled shyly. Fuck. Way too cute.

"Okay, I'll try," she smiled.

I nodded. "Good. Good."

We returned to our work, raking leaves and twigs, and occasionally making some small talk. Emily talked more about Switzerland, which was nice due to Louise and I's plans to go there for the winter break. She even brought up the possibility of Louise and I borrowing her dad's facilities, a higher standard cabin. I chalked it up to mostly talk, as we didn't even know the guy. But I enjoyed Emily's enthusiasm.

"Finally!" I called out as we heaped up the last remnants, now having a giant heap of leaves on the front lawn.

"Only one thing left to do!" Emily cheered.

"And what's that?" I said.

Emily smiled, before turning to the heap. She spread her arms like on the cross, then let herself fall forward, collapsing into the pile of leaves with a big splash.

"Aaaaah!" she squealed with joy. "C'mon, John! Join me!"

I laughed, shaking my head, but her contagious joy was too strong. I took a good fist and tossed the brown and yellow leaves in the air, making it rain gold and reds. Emily spread her arms wide to let the leaves fall on her, grinning from ear to ear, the girlish giggle only adding to her charm.

Catching me by surprise, Emily suddenly took my hand and yanked me towards the pile. Losing my balance, I crashed forward, and the sudden shift of momentum sent Emily back on her ass, me landing on my shoulder right next to her. And next to the pile.

"UMPH!" I grunted.

"Ugh," Emily whimpered. She sat rubbing the outside of her hip, wincing as she did.

I quickly sat up scooting a bit closer. "You okay?" I asked, touching her thigh before I caught myself. I immediately withdrew my hand.

Emily just smiled, nodding. "I am good, John," she said, looking over at me. "Sorry about pulling you, but you were taking too long," she giggled. She started getting up but winced more.

"Hey, let's get you inside. And you got dirt all over you!" I said.

"Oh no, I'm a dirty girl!" Emily exclaimed, looking down at herself. Was she teasing me? No. I was just a bit riled up from my imagination earlier.

I got up first, and offered my hand to her, helping her up. She smiled gratefully as she took my hand. Once she was up on her feet, I put my arm around her shoulder and led her into the house. I'd at least let her have a shower to get cleaned up, and perhaps some fruits and a decent meal as thanks for helping me out. Sure we had fun, but we actually got stuff done too.

"Fruit or shower first?" I asked, letting her decide.

"I don't have any spear clothes," she complained.

"I have a wife and she has clothes," I said, joking as if it was a sudden realization, getting a laugh out of Emily. "She won't mind."

"Okay, thanks," Emily smiled, taking a grape from the bowl before throwing it down the hatch. Completely without chewing. "No gag reflex," she explained when I stared. Was that smile… hinting at something?

"Cool. A nice little party trick there," I chuckled, distracting myself.

Emily just smiled, heading to the bathroom.

*

Not long after Emily had entered John and Louise's home Louise saw them both come outside again. Nothing conspicuous. They just got some rakes and chatted. Louise thought they looked cute together. Until…

John got up close to Emily. Louise was never the jealous type, and while she loved teasing John, she had no inkling of a 'sharing' fantasy such as John did. So seeing them this close... Louise brushed it off. John was just moving Emily's hand a bit. Didn't the poor girl know how to wield a rake?

Louise knew better than to distrust her husband, but her own actions kinda mulled her senses a bit. It was probably best not to let herself get caught up in something that was nothing, so she turned away to watch some TV. She was still quite sore from the day and a half of brutal fucking from Tony, so relaxing was much welcomed.

Curiosity got the better of her though, and soon she went to the window again. Louise's eyes went wide as she saw them both on the ground, Emily rubbing the outside of her hip while John was propped on his elbow with a hand on her thigh.

Louise was livid! She was about to storm out when she had to almost physically stop herself. Louise wasn't even supposed to be in town. She couldn't come out now. The ruse would be up.

Of course, Louise was very aware of how hypocritical it was for her to get angry like this, just from something that might not even be what it seemed. Looking at how dirty Emily had gotten, she'd probably slipped or something. Having debased herself so much, she was perhaps extra paranoid. Louise brushed it off. 

Or at least she tried to.

She knew from how dirty Emily had gotten that her kind husband would offer the feisty little Frenchie a shower. Which meant that the little slut was going to be naked in Louise’s home alone with her husband. 

No. It was wrong to have such thoughts about Emily. She was a sweet kid alone in a foreign country. Sure she was a bit taken by John, but that was merely from the lack of a parental figure and the fact that John had been so nice to her. It was a natural thing. But to call her a slut for it? Louise was the slut. The cheating slut. She was the one who fucked her own student, and she was the one who enjoyed cucking her husband, even if it was his fetish.

But still, Louise couldn't shake away the image of John's hand on Emily's thigh, propped on his elbow next to the little brunette. To think the very same girl was now either naked or getting naked in her own home…

Against better judgment, Louise took her coat, slipped into her shoes, and tried to sneak out the front door without causing any suspicion. None of the neighbors could know, but yet Louise acted reckless by just hurrying across the street. She wanted a peek at what Emily and John were doing.

Rounding the house, and finding the kitchen window, Louise peered inside. Emily wasn't there, probably showering, but John looked like he always did. He just stood there and cut fruits, tossing the cut pieces into a bowl. Relief washed over her.

Louise shook her head, disappointed in herself. She should've known better than to get jealous over nothing. And yet here she was, having snuck out of Tony's home to spy on her own husband as if he was a cheater.

It was time to go back. Louise was about to do so when the bathroom door opened and out came Emily. The petite French girl had a towel wrapped around herself, her brown hair wet and clinging to her face. She smiled at John, said something in French, and then headed down the hallway towards the stairs up to the bedroom.

John was following her with his gaze, his eyes fixated on the shapely rear of the young woman, hidden only by the white towel. His eyes followed her all the way to the stairs and up, disappearing out of sight. Louise saw it all and felt her stomach twist.

How could he not? Emily was a young petite French girl, enthusiastic and cute. And sexy in her own exotic way. Perhaps Emily had strategically chosen the shower downstairs too, knowing she'd be alone with John? What else would she want, being alone in a man's home, wearing a towel, looking like that?

And John... was just a man. Louise clenched her fists seeing her man ogle Emily. And it didn't get better when Emily came down in one of her own pants looking too adorable wearing one of John's button-up shirts.

Louise then heard them start to talk in French. She didn't understand a word, but it sounded pretty flirty according to herself. The way Emily gallivanted around the kitchen toward John, looking adoringly up at him as he replied to whatever she said… John apparently said something that was amusing, as Emily smiled wide, biting her bottom lip.

That was enough.

Louise stormed off, fuming like never before as one alluding action led to the next. Suspicion and paranoia laced her mind. Perhaps she was reading signs that wasn’t there, perhaps her own actions made her more susceptible even, but Louise thought fuck all that. She was too pissed to let reason come in the way of a good rage induced rampage.

As soon as she was back at Tony’s she found her phone and deleted one video after the other. Within minutes the whole Saturday was gone to naught but her and Tony’s memories. She was halfway through Friday when her anger started to calm down and she realized what she was doing. Ruining her husband present. Over petty jealousy. She stopped herself from deleting the rest.

No. Fuck it. If John wanted to ogle… the things Louise had done to herself, to her morals, all in servitude of John’s fetish and for Tony’s pleasure. With a mix of some sort of rationale still left, Louise tossed her phone aside and marched off toward Tony’s room. She needed to blow of steam, and she needed it now. 

No more videos. No more John. She needed this for herself.