My Neighbor - Part 8 (Patreon)

Sorry for the delay folks. I got stuck between flights and was unable to write the conclusion to the part, or publish it. I don't have the patreon app on my phone, so I notified the people on Discord, and I apologize to the people who are not there for that. And for any inconvenience this has brought any and all Patreons.

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

Anyway, here is part 8! Btw: This is a work of fiction that describes mature content between 18+ adults

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"What's up?" Tony asked as Louise came barging into his room, fuming.

She didn't reply. She merely climbed into his lap, forcing him to pause or leave whatever game he was playing, and began kissing him passionately. Tony had no objections, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close as she took the lead in their makeout session. Louise's hands began roaming over his body, grabbing at his clothes and tugging at them impatiently.

Tony quickly caught on to Louise's intentions, his hands sliding under her shirt and up her back, caressing and squeezing her skin while they continued to kiss. Her tongue was aggressive, darting into his mouth and rubbing against his, her lips sucking on his tongue, eager to please.

His large, warm hands slowly moved up and down her smooth back, enjoying the softness of her mature, yet feminine frame. Louise moaned quietly in his mouth, the young male's kisses sending sparks of desire and lust through her whole body, awakening every inch of her. Come to think of it, Louise couldn't recall having kissed Tony before this.

While Tony had fucked her brains out mere hours before, Louise was once again horny for her student.

It didn't take long until the young male got fully hard, which happened whenever he laid his eyes on his hot, married teacher. Knowing that only further intensified his erection, knowing that she was a real woman, ripe, horny, and eager to fuck. His cock was swollen, aching, and begging for some action. Louise rubbed herself against the hard bulge, already dampening her panties.

Pulling back from the kiss, Louise moved her hands and unbuttoned his shorts, eager to free Tony's massive erection from its restraints, his shirt was pulled off and flung away. Reaching into his underwear and taking hold of his girth, she stroked him slowly, gazing hungrily into her young lover's eyes.

"What about the camera?" Tony moaned, for once a bit swooned himself.

"Fuck the cameras," she shot back, grabbing his thick base in an iron grip.

Heavy panting, coupled with the smell of fresh sex filled the small bedroom as the young male's monster throbbed excitedly, with a burning need to ravage his married lover. There was no slow-and-steady foreplay here, this was nothing like that. This was the rough, passionate, heated-lustful-and-downright-evil sort of sex that only Tony was capable of giving to the married woman, driving Louise wild.

Louise climbed up in the bed and bent over on all fours, presenting Tony with that tempting, perfect rear of hers, just waiting to be smacked. Pawing and squeezing, Tony slowly yanked the pants over her voluptuous ass, making her lower body bare for him to have his way with. With her rear revealed, he took his fat, veiny, and bulbous tip and slapped it playfully against her panty-clad pussy, stirring a moan from her.

"No cameras, no John, no bullshit. Tell me what you want," Tony grunted, sliding her panties aside.

"For you to fuck me, Tony," Louise confirmed.

"What is it that you need?"

"For you to fuck me and leave your mark. Fill me. Break me. Make me yours," Louise groaned, leaning her head down onto her pillow.

"Yesss!" Tony growled, and lined the bulbous tip with her married entrance, ready for another wild round.

With his other hand, he pressed a firm grip on Louise's nape, pinning her in the bed, reminding her who was fucking her. Her back curved, and her face was slightly visible to see her bite and grimace at the sheets. She loved his dominant nature and aggression.

Slowly pushing into her, he forced a loud moan from the mature woman. With Tony's firm hand pressed her down into the mattress, his fingers digging into her neck, his other hand held firmly on her ass and held her steady while he buried his cock deep inside her pussy, to the hilt. His thickness stretched her married walls to the absolute limit.

After only a few firm thrusts, their bodies were smacking together noisily, Tony's heavy balls repeatedly hitting her clit. She moaned and whimpered while he fucked her, feeling his fat, throbbing shaft drag in and out of her. He could never grow tired of her amazing pussy. Tony smirked. He'd shaped, trained, and molded his new, and improved sex toy to fit his own needs.

Soon Louise felt herself grow hot, and the air left her lungs as her mouth opened in a silent moan, her mind spinning. Their bodies slammed together faster as he fucked her, the large monster slid effortlessly in and out of her soaked, snug, and needy pussy. They grunted and moaned loudly, their voices drowning out any possible sounds coming from downstairs. The slapping sounds mixed with the wet, squelching noises was a harmony of sex and perversion.

"You're so fucking tight," Tony muttered.

"Don't stop, baby... I'm about to cum..." Louise whispered. "I... want it."

But instead of letting her have it, Tony slowed down his thrusts to the point Louise was almost incoherent, whining and crying to be properly fucked. The heat had grown too strong in her core, but there was nothing else to do but to take what her student had to give her. Which was now nothing.

"Wh-what's going on?" she asked, looking back. Just in time for Tony to pick back up his pace, making her bury her face into the pillow with a soft scream, getting to ready to climax.

But again he denied her of her sweet climax and slowed back down. Then once she had calmed down again, he pounded her into the bed, and as the coil started to tighten again, he pulled out entirely.

"Uh?! Oh...ohh god, fuck..." she sobbed.

The tension, the edging was almost too much for Louise. As she was just about to find her release, it would slip away as he slowed back down to a stop. Now he was sitting on his heels, cock out of her, waiting for her orgasm to subside once again.

"What's wrong?" Louise whimpered. "Please fuck me."

"I'm in charge, not you," he said. "Take off those dirty panties and climb up here. I wanna taste that juicy ass of yours."

A shiver raced down Louise's spine. Her face was flushed and sweaty, but the promise of more intense sex if she obeyed had her moving quickly to his will. Moving to straddle and sit back on his face, she ignored any notion of disgust she should've felt about having a 19-year-old devouring her married ass. That and having been denied fueled her fire like nothing else. It was dirty, perverted, and totally wrong, and that was what made her body quiver with excitement, especially as Tony squeezed her ample rump before spreading the cheeks open.

"Such a nice ass," Tony grunted.

His tongue began gliding around her pink little star, giving her ass a wet massage. Slowly, gradually he sunk his tongue between the folds, gaining a soft gasp from the teacher. His tongue dug in, curling the tip at her center and just getting a hint of the insides. The first, tiny moan escaped her as Tony rimmed her married asshole, the heat spreading through her lower half.

Tony then pulled back.

"How do you like that?" Tony asked, slapping her ass.

"You know I do, please don't stop," Louise pleaded.

"Oh, I won't, babe," Tony said.

And so, the young stud got back to work, licking at her tight hole, his tongue swirling around her sensitive spot. The feeling was different than Louise ever had before, her legs trembling as his tongue taught her how good anal play could be, making her pussy drool and leak, drenching his chin and chest with her love juice. Her walls clenched with every pass, and her clit pulsed rapidly, her heartbeat loud as she came closer to finding her climax once again.

A moment later, Tony pushed the tip of his middle finger into her married hole, getting a deep moan out of the petite woman.

"How are you feeling, babe?" Tony asked.

"Ah... uuh... more. Please... don't stop," Louise gasped.

The feeling was unlike any she had experienced before. Feeling him start to insert more of his thick, massive finger into her ass, she winced and groaned. She could barely breathe and the entire thing had turned to a blur in her head. The little pleasures coming from her anal ring began to spread throughout her entire lower region, awakening nerves she never knew existed.

"Do you like that?" Tony purred, stroking her ass, fingering her.

"Oh God...! Yes..."

Withdrawing his finger from her rectum, he replaced it with his mouth. His tongue found her sensitive ring and teased the clenching folds, making her tremble as he licked and ate away. Her vision grew hazier with every swipe, her thoughts slowly getting dazed as he devoured her rear. All the while her inner muscles fluttered, growing closer and closer to a big finale.

Tony slid his finger inside her pussy while he continued to eat her ass, his other fingers fondling her ass. Louise gasped sharply and arched her back, giving herself fully to the depraved pleasures she was being subjected to. When her young lover began gently pumping his fingers, stretching her wet walls, it was the end of the road for her.

She squealed in pure ecstasy, her eyes closed and her teeth clenched, the air getting knocked out of her lungs while a powerful orgasm shot through her, making her pussy contract around the young boy's fingers and her nipples perking. Finally getting what she'd been denied of, her thighs quivered violently as she orgasmed hard, the sheer force of it completely overwhelming her. Tony had turned the woman into a drooling mess with the simple act of licking and finger-fucking her holes.

"Yes... yes... ouh fuck yesss..." she screamed, almost crying from how hard he made her orgasm. She just shook and panted as the after-effects swept over her.

Taking his hand off her ass, he helped her turn around and lie on her back, spreading her legs wide open as her arms slumped onto the bed. He then lifted her feet high, sliding into her spread and wide-open pussy. Her cunt, still tingling from her hard climax, clenched involuntarily around his veiny erection.

She moaned softly and whimpered as Tony started his well-earned pound into the cheating married whore, still quite sore and spent, yet it was a pleasing sore. Louise looked dreamily up at the young man. His large cock pushed in and out of her, so big compared to her husband, and so dominating compared to any man she'd ever been with.

But she had no time to think about her husband as Tony resumed his speed and intensity, burying the thick meat into her aching, worn-out pussy, his heavy balls repeatedly smacking against her. He held her legs apart, groaning as her tight snatch caressed him and massaged the swollen, hard cock with its throbbing grip.

Louise was on fire. No man had ever satisfied her this well or this much, even though her own husband's cock was in his own way good. Tony simply brutalized her however he wanted. And with the treatment Louise had just been given, it was well within his rights. Tony owned her married pussy, and deserved to use her.

Pounding the married pussy into submission, Tony soon found himself on the brink of an intense orgasm, his balls pulling up and ready to burst. Louise's toes curled as he continued to fuck her, her breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust, and her head tilted back with her mouth open in a silent moan, enjoying the rough fuck.

"Yeah... I'm gonna cum," Tony said, grunting and breathing hard. "You want my cum?"

"Yes, please cum in my pussy," Louise begged. "I want it, baby, please give it to me."

Grunting and moaning, Tony started to pump Louise faster and harder, the slapping sounds even louder now. Urgency made Tony's rhythm more frantic as he pounded into her, forcing the married woman to squeal and moan. He was almost there, so close to his own release, and it wouldn't take long.

With a final slam, he buried his cock deep inside her and released a massive load of thick, hot spunk straight into her pussy. He kept holding her spread out, his hands on her legs as she laid on her back, her lower body arched slightly upwards from the way he held her. This meant while he was fucking his cum into her, Tony's fat cock glided right along Louise's G-spot more directly than ever. The sensation was intense and sent her tumbling over the edge of a blissful orgasm that pulsed and throbbed inside of her, right alongside Tony's enormous, throbbing erection. She wailed and clenched down on his fat cock as it swelled and throbbed deep within, blasting thick wads of cum into the deepest parts of her.

When the wave had subsided, Tony let out a guttural growl and pulled his cock out of her snug married hole with a squelch, jerking the rest of his load onto her. Hot ribbons of cum splattered her thighs, hips, and belly, painting them white. Louise was a quivering, sopping mess, trembling and twitching from the amount of semen that Tony deposited, pouring and gushing from her pussy and staining the sheets, dripping and bubbling.

It reeked, but it was a stench Louise had come to accept and welcome. It was a direct association for her own delicious submission to him. Her body was still feeling the effects of her insane orgasm and she found herself relaxing despite the smell. She couldn't care, or find the words to explain, it felt just right. And judging from how much Tony seemed to enjoy emptying his huge balls onto her, he had felt much the same.

And once more Louise, wife to John, had lost herself in the moment and been used like the young male's slut. Now without a camera. Which meant she had for the first time, in her mind, cheated on John. The only reason she fucked Tony at all was to make videos for John, to satiate John's devious fetish. Now Louise had used the silly notion that Emily had visited her husband and been flirty with him as a reason to cheat. This was just for her.

And it had felt so good. Like she didn't have to put it on for the camera, just lose herself in the lust. It was purer, more potent, and refreshing, like she had been freed for something she didn't know she had chained herself down to. The satisfaction from an orgasm by Tony had become something so primal for her, something she needed. A strange satisfaction she didn't get from any other source. But at the same time, a part of her found a guilt she couldn't explain.

Tony didn't give Louise much more time to contemplate, as he moved to straddle her chest, sticking his slimy, semi-flaccid cock between her lips. The teacher obliged and opened her mouth to accept his big member, tasting herself and him both. His cock glistened with her love juices and smelled just like a hard fucked snatch.

Louise gulped, whimpering as Tony slowly rocked his hips back and forth, pressing down onto her face, forcing the nasty rod deeper and deeper until it bumped up against the entrance to her throat. His head rolled back and he sighed heavily as the hot, moist married lips enclosed the swollen shaft. Slowly, his cock began to slide in and out, over the fleshy tongue, slowly going harder and harder. Louise obediently stretched her jaw to accommodate the shaft as she suckled.

"Yea... nice... keep doing that," he groaned. "Lick your juices off that fat dick, babe. Suck that nasty married pussy juice off," Tony muttered, rocking back and forth, smothering his married lover's face.

After a short while, his cock became rock-hard and Louise took a grip at the base to aid her blowjob. Her cheeks hollowed out while she sucked, her head bobbing eagerly, her lips sliding over his cock while the tip continuously nudged at the tight, entrance to her throat. With one swift thrust, he went in deep, the fleshy muscles expanding as the fat cock slid partly down her esophagus, earning a choked whimper and a heavy gulp as Louise's gag reflex was triggered by his cock head edging against the depths.

He then proceeded to slowly saw back and forth, the busty woman's eyes starting to tear up. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in the air she wasn't allowed to gulp down with her throat stuffed full of cock. Tony kept pumping, his slick dick going deeper than ever before. Again and again, the tip got buried inside her throat, going past her uvula as he fucked the married throat.

"Shit, you're getting so good at this, Lou," Tony grunted, speeding up, taking control. Louise could only choke and cough as the hot and heavy member violated her oral caverns. "You look fucking great when you suck my cock."

Her neck stretched obscenely at each push forward, the bulbous cockhead swelling down the tender esophagus, reaching the narrow entrance to her stomach. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes watering heavily while Tony fucked her face and the early parts of her throat. But the depraved slut didn't dare to stop and instead accepted her submissive role, letting Tony face-fuck her to his hearts' content.

That Louise was able to take any amount of his huge cock down her throat, despite it being just a few inches for now, was surprising. Just a couple of weeks ago she would've had trouble even putting a quarter of the thing into her mouth. Despite Tony's massive cock being the size and thickness of Louise's husband's entire forearm, she had improved significantly.

"Okay, let's switch positions and go another round," Tony suddenly decided.

Obedient, she shifted up on her hands and knees while the young boy rolled off of her. His veiny cock was drenched in her spit, and his heavy balls were swaying pendulously beneath it, making the married teacher's eyes fixate on the massive sacs. Even if the rest of his body wasn't enough, that alone had her lust ignited.

"I want that ass again," Tony told her as he stroked his member, gazing at the voluptuous behind.

"Oh fuck... yes," Louise whispered. She never knew she'd be into anal play. Tony had turned her whole existence, and idea of sex, on its head, opening her eyes to sensations she would have never imagined in her wildest dreams. "Let me get into position then."

He slapped Louise's ass hard, the impact sending shock waves through her, leaving a faint red mark on her skin. She moaned sharply and closed her eyes. The spot he had slapped throbbed hotly as she waited for the next smack to hit. A moment later, he smacked again, this time hitting the exact same spot and the burning hot pain, and a hint of pleasure.

Louise then felt his soft tongue directly against her butthole, slowly beginning to lick around her tight star-shaped opening. His fingers held her cheeks, spreading her ass out more. His lips encircled the edges while his tongue invaded her rear again, pushing slowly but firmly forward. 

The marred woman buried her face in the pillow again, unable to contain her soft and whimpers. The heat spread through her lower body once again, ignited her like nothing else, as he ate her ass.

"Such a nice, juicy booty," Tony grunted between laps and sucks at the tight hole.

"Uhhh...! Fuck, Tony..." she gasped, her voice muffled in the pillow. "So fucking good..."

"You love this shit, don't you?"

"Uhh... God, yes!" she squealed as he slid a finger into her pussy, fucking her while he ate her ass.

She panted and groaned, feeling the finger pumping in and out of her soaked cunt, and the tongue sliding around her sensitive ass ring. He worked his magic for a while, until he finally pulled back, making her whimper from the loss of contact. But then she felt him shift behind her, and a moment later, his bulbous tip was pressing up against her butt-hole.

"Wait... are you going to...?" she began to ask.

"Shh, I'll be gentle," Tony whispered, placing a hand on her lower back. "It's obvious you want it."

"But I've never done it... and you're too big... it won't fit..." Louise stuttered, getting nervous.

"Sure it will. It's just a matter of going slow, and relaxing."

"But... your cock... is so huge," she whispered, almost scared.

Louise felt Tony push forward with his hips, the bulbous head now pressing against her tight ring. Her eyes went wide and her breath hitched. It felt impossibly huge. So thick. His crown, rubbing at her tight asshole.

"Tony!" Louise gasped.

But, still pressing forward, the tip was now beginning to stretch her sphincter wide open. A guttural moan came from Louise as she felt her ass spread apart. His fingers were one thing, as was his tongue, and that had felt amazing, but this? This felt insanely thick. His cock pressed incessantly against her forbidden hole, going ever so slowly.

"This is not gonna work, I'll break," she whimpered.

"Come on, just relax and let it happen. Open up for me, baby," he whispered, caressing her side, running his hand up and down. He was persistent and pushed further, using a bit of his strength now, groaning as his fat dick was beginning to spread her tight butthole wide open. "It's almost there..."

She whimpered in protest, shaking her head, moaning at the strange sensations. What was her student doing to her? She had never expected herself to end up in such a demeaning position, and certainly not allowing someone to shove anything up her ass. For as good as Tony had made it feel with his fingers and tongue, it couldn't compare to this. Her insides felt as if they were burning and tearing, the huge rod violating her sensitive ring and trying to work its way in. It was beyond uncomfortable and started to hurt just a little bit, his fat tip already wedged between the tight sphincter.

There wasn’t a conscious decision that made her think explicitly ‘this is what John gets when he flirts with teenage sluts’ but her body and mind worked in that sphere almost on instinct. This was her doing as an answer. For as little as she consciously thought of him right now, the lack of a camera meant there was less shame involved with Tony being the one to claim the prize of defiling her married rear.

However, as painful and invasive as it felt, and how uncomfortable as the pressure in her rear was, her mind was flooded with endorphins. Her body was slowly adapting and getting used to his big cock. Tony wasn't rushing things, yet he was still eager. Just slowly, gradually. Slowly and gradually, he’d be ruining the ass she had worked so hard to keep nice and tight for her husband. John admired her ass, yet it was Tony who’d take it.

"Ugh, baby, it's so fucking tight..." Tony hissed, clearly enjoying taking the petite woman's anal virginity. He began to press harder, slowly spreading the reluctant hole wider and wider as his cock head started to slide inward.

"You...you shouldn't...do it..." she groaned, holding her breath, trembling lightly. She protested but did not move away or try to stop it. She did not want to stop it either. She was letting him bend her over and take her ass.

The young male had awakened her deepest desires, turning the married, dignified woman into his bitch. A slave to his massive cock. And Tony knew it too.

"I'm already doing it," he answered matter-of-factly, smiling deviously. "Hold still, babe. We're almost there..."

"Ughh...," she gasped and winced as the hot tip went in past her stretched and elastic band of flesh, sinking in past the crown.

The first penetration. There was an uncomfortable burn. So big. He held it still, buried just the fat head, keeping her sphincter painfully stretched around the shaft. But even through the discomfort, there was something. A weird, dirty sense of fullness.

And slowly but surely, Tony managed to push his way through the clenching muscle. With a long, pleasured groan, his tip had broken inside, slipping past her sphincter, going several inches in. The tight orifice began to encase the large manhood.

"AAH!! F-fuck, Tony! That's so wrong, oh god, it's impossible..." Louise cried. She was too overcome with a mix of intense pain, perversion, and shame. But not so overwhelming she asked him to stop. "That's not right... it's not supposed to go in… there…"

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" Tony asked.

Louise panted hard, feeling her ass trying to push out its intruder, clenching involuntarily and tightening her grip on him, trapping the young stud. She'd felt stretched so wide like her anal ring was about to rip and tear. Now the tip and a few inches were buried, his length was wedged between her buttocks, leaving his meat buried inside of his teacher's ass.

Tony wanted her to beg for him to continue. Louise knew that he did. He wanted to hear her plead for him to go on and further defile her until now untouched hole. She should have said stop. She should have asked him to pull out and leave. Yet, despite it hurting like hell, having him stuck in her was satisfying some twisted part of her, igniting the taboo fire inside her core. She didn't want him to pull out.

Louise wondered what John would think. He was too busy flirting with French teenagers. This is what he gets. She bit her lip.

"It hurts, but... don't stop," Louise whispered, defeated and filled with shame.

Gently, Tony pushed his hips forward, driving more of his thick cock into her virginal back door.

Then Tony shifted his hips closer and forced more of his thick erection past the tight ring. The more he got in, the easier it became for him. And before Louise fully comprehended what was happening, he bottomed out and was stretching her married anus out like no one or anything ever had before. It hurt, but the fact she had the whole thing in her ass excited her beyond compare. She was full to the absolute limit with him.

"Uuhhhhh... you're way too big..." Louise whimpered, balling up her fists and clenching her teeth.

Tony grunted. His balls were pressed against her drenched pussy, his tip rubbing against the deepest parts of her rectum. He struggled not to cum right away and fill her married ass up. No. Not her married ass. This was all his.

"You're getting fucked in the ass," Tony grunted, slowly grinding into her, sending shivers throughout her body. "Took your anal virginity, baby," Tony whispered, holding still.

It wasn't until then Louise realized how crazy this was. But also how pleasurable. Her body was changing to the sensation, getting used to the thick presence, and to have him inside her was both fascinating and degrading, in a very pleasant way. Her anal walls began to flutter involuntarily around the shaft inside, clenching and unclenching the large tool, earning a drawn-out groan from her lover.

"Oh God, you feel great around my cock," he moaned and caressed her, getting used to the tight grip.

He'd only just now found his footing, getting used to the intense pressures surrounding his pulsing, throbbing member. The grip on his pole was pure bliss. Stuffy, tightly confined, yet comfortable around him. Soft. This was no longer Louise's virginal ass. This belonged to him, and only him. They weren't even filming this.

"You got any lube?" Louise whimpered, grimacing as the entire thing was squeezed uncomfortably.

"Yeah," he replied quickly, pulling out slowly.

Tony moved over to his drawers, grabbing the small bottle, before climbing back in the bed and situating behind Louise once again, squirting lots of lube on his pulsing shaft. He pumped his member twice or three times.

"Lean forward on your chest and pull that juicy booty back," he instructed her.

Obeying his command, the marred wife spread her legs, rested her chest on the mattress, and raised her ass up high. His fingers grabbed a handful of her cheeks and spread them wide open, so he could aim properly. A shiver ran down Louise's spine feeling the bulbous cock-head nudge at her tight ring once again. But then, Tony pushed, and without much effort, the big tip sank in easily.

"Yess..." she sighed, already loving this much better than before.

In one swift motion, he sank down to his root, plunging the cock in one fell swoop, getting a sharp whimper from her, but not in discomfort this time. He grunted as the tight glove enveloped his girthy prick perfectly. Tight and warm, clenching around the invading shaft, and incredibly hot, and soft.

"God damn, Louise," he muttered. "Your ass feels incredible. Nothing beats it. How's it feel?"

The bed began to creek noisily in tune to their passionate romps, the bed springs straining under their weight. But all they focused on was the raw fucking happening between teacher and student. They continued fucking, working her ass faster and faster. She took him deeper, and they eventually developed a furious rhythm that had her crying out in joyous abandon as the painful friction was soon replaced by sheer ecstasy.

The pace quickened as she met his urgent thrusts with wanton glee, spreading her knees wider and tilting her hips to make her ass available. Tony pumped his massive pole into her as deep as he could with each powerful plunge. He kept hitting Louise's most secret spot deep inside, and each time she would squeeze her walls around him and groan.

"Fu—uck, oh my god, baby," Louise screamed.

His cock moved faster and faster, setting her aflame. Lust flooded her body. Tony grinned as he gripped her ass tightly and felt it flex around his cock as Louise's orgasm approached. Louise reached between her thighs and massaged her clit vigorously.

Tony sunk his fingers into her pale flesh, gripping her, squeezing her butt, keeping her steady as his massive tool pumped violently into her with an audible smack, driving her to the brink, the bed creaking with each powerful plunge into her spasming and twitching rectum. Tony's pace was steady and relentless. Not too fast, but not slow either.

The pleasure intensified, and her limbs weakened. "I can't believe I'm taking your cock in my ass," Louise uttered. She could only grip the pillow and bed covers while her body surrendered to the sheer force and intensity of his mighty cock repeatedly slamming into her abused anal cavity. Tony was breaking her. And she loved it.

Soon, Louise's eyes began to roll and a trembling sensation raced through her, starting from her toes and tingling to her ears. Her world felt upside down. Tony's relentless hammering turned the married woman into a gibbering wreck, her voice shrill as her G spot was being so cruelly manipulated. The intense tingle and waves of pleasure sent Louise on the edge of her impending climax. The tension rose, the spring tighter, before releasing suddenly, exploding in an overpowering sensation of warmth and pure joy. Louise opened her mouth, and nothing but a series of staccato and loud squeals left her throat. Her muscles clenched uncontrollably and violently as an enormous wave of orgasm raced over her.

"FUCK!" Louise yelped. "I-I'm cumming! I'm fucking cuh-cumming! I can't believe I'm cumming from getting - AH! - fucked in - UGH - the ass!"

And for the first time in her life, she had a mind-shattering anal orgasm. It was intense. All-encompassing. The pleasure was indescribable as every part of her body was enveloped by a blanket of pure bliss. She'd never been so satisfied. And the boy behind her was showing no signs of slowing down.

"No John, no cameras," Tony growled, slapping Louise's ass. She shuddered and cried out. "Not ever. This ass is only for me."

"Okay, but... slow down a bit please," Louise gasped, suddenly. "Your fucking monster's just too big, you need to let me rest, I'm almost broken."

"Sorry, it's just... so good."

Tony slowed down for a few minutes, allowing Louise to catch her breath. He needed it too, as he had been fighting his own orgasm the entire time.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Tony asked, slowly sawing his cock in her ass.

"Yes... no, not anymore... I mean, a little, but not enough to make me want it to stop," she quickly replied, reassuring him. "But do you think you can use some more lube before continuing to plow the shit out of me? Heh, not, erh, not literally."

Without pulling out, Tony leaned to the side, grabbed the bottle next to his thigh, and squirted it into their union. He tossed it away and placed his hand on her back, pushing down and keeping her pinned to the bed while he resumed his thrusting, going in a little easier now that she was well-lubed up.

"Ouh... yeah..." she gasped. "Fuck that's better."

"How's it feel now, babe?" he asked her, his voice low and husky in her ear.

"So much better," she sighed. "I really had no idea anal could be so intense. What the hell are you doing to me?" Louise mumbled, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to breathe.

"Taking your anal virginity," he groaned, speeding up. "Making sure you know who owns this ass."

"You do, Tony, you do," she gasped, closing her eyes, trying to savor the feeling of being fucked in the ass.

Louise was lost in the sensation of being sodomized, letting herself go and surrendering to the young man's will. He was her master and she his servant, his slut. Tony continued to slide in and out of her, her ass feeling a bit smoother now. Louise groaned, biting her lip, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed, her arms stretched above her head and her fingers curled around the sheets as her young lover pounded her.

"Fuck... it's amazing, baby," she gasped, his cock filling her over and over again.

"Fuck you're tight. I love stretching you out," the teenager groaned, slamming his shaft in and out of her, making her feel everything. "John could never fuck you like I do, pussy or ass!"

"Oh fuck. P-please don't talk about John. It's bad enough we're not recording this!" Louise cried out, whimpering. She had gone in here with the intention of 'getting back' at John for being so flirty with Emily, but never did she think she would end up getting fucked in the ass. Or enjoying it so much.

But enjoying this was not all she was doing. She was encouraging it, and urging him onward. And although this was no longer about John, or the film, the thought remained on her mind. Would John watch and enjoy this? He must.

"I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum. Just for me," he grunted, smacking her ass. "No one else gets to fuck you there!"

"Yes, only you," she groaned, her breath hitching, the words barely leaving her lips.

Tony smacked her ass, his thrust becoming more frantic. It soon became too much though, and Louise fell forward on her shoulders, mouth muffled by a mouth full of blanket.

Returning to this angle, Tony's thrusts, sent new and unexpected shocks throughout her body, his massive cock driving straight into the deepest part of her rectum, stuffing it fuller than ever while hitting everything inside her, and especially her A-spot.

"Fuck yes!" Louise groaned. "You're tearing me apart!"

As Tony kept up the brutal ass-drilling, Louise's entire body was taken over by the pleasure of Tony's young, large tool pushing in and out of her butt-hole, massaging all the sensitive spots deep inside the mature married teacher. Her toes curled in pleasure, her fingertips clenched and unclenched on the sheet. And soon the feeling was too intense to bear.

Tony growled, the sounds of her sobbing orgasm driving him on, a thrill that he could elicit noises from his busty, depraved teacher. The fact that he not only took her ass for the first time but also made her have her first anal orgasm was enough to make him see stars and his cock start to swell.

The marred wife writhed and whimpered. Her legs trembled. The shame of orgasming with a fat, hard teenage dick lodged into her rectum made her face turn beet red. But she knew this wasn't the last time she'd be experiencing the potent orgasmic power the teen wielded. No. As long as they kept up this liaison, his huge weapon would be violating her anal orifice often and with brutal intensity.

"FUCK, LOUISE!!" Tony finally roared, his cock starting to throb, and his balls tensing up. "Gonna cum," he grunted.

Louise felt her bowels getting stretched even wider as Tony's fat meat throbbed and pulsed against her anal walls, his thrusting becoming more and more urgent, his cock driving deeper than before. She braced herself, expecting what was to come. Tony began to roar, his eyes shut and his face scrunched up as he started to blow his load deep inside his older teacher's virgin ass.

Thick and warm, his cream squirted out of his cock and splattered all along her anal canal. He held Louise's hips tightly, ensuring all of his seed was blasted inside her married ass, claiming it in a way no one had ever had. She gasped and squealed at the sensation, and then sobbed, crying softly as the boy emptied his large plums deep inside, firing countless, thick spurts of hot white spunk. The young male was balls-deep, shooting every drop into her with no remorse. He growled and hissed, his cock jerking inside Louise's ravaged, stretched ass.

They collapsed to the bed, spent and panting. Tony lying on top of her while the spent, worn-out mature whore cried silently, still overwhelmed. The cum dripped out from between their joined crotches and the seams of Louise's ass-crack. With a grunt, Tony eventually rolled off and laid next to her.

The room grew quiet as the married woman cried in frustration, filled with joy and regret, but mainly shame, because deep inside, she had been converted. At the young and lust-driven Tony's mercy, he had utterly claimed her ass for himself. Not only her ass, but so much of her. So much of her sexuality was solely Tony's, and there was a good probability it would be only his in the future too.

Blowing someone, getting her ass ruined, it was actions she'd hoped her husband would never degrade her with. Louise at this point knew she couldn't deny John what should've been his, but those acts were so slutty, so deviant, and perverted. She never wanted him to touch her and own her in the ways that Tony did. Yet, as much as she hated it, she needed it. John would never drive her crazy and make her cum like this, and nor did she want John to have to resort to such methods.

It was more fitting that a young deviant such as Tony did those things. It made more sense, as in it made more sense for Tony to disrespect, humiliate, ruin, and fuck her dirty holes rather than John. Not that her husband's actions could be denied. All his requests and fantasies would be met. John wasn't so demanding, nor did he take what was rightfully his as Tony would do. Her ass belonged to Tony now. It was a feat of John she loved, that he was more kind and gentle, a husband through and through who respected Louise's boundaries, but getting brutalized and used was something she knew John could never, nor would never do to his wife.

As she felt the thick mucus-like sperm trail from her freshly fucked ass, Louise wondered if her husband would be okay with her anal virginity being given away to someone else.

Louise felt a hand cup one of her ass cheeks for a quick squeeze.

"Can't believe I got first dibs on this ol' thing," Tony said utterly satisfied by his own performance. "I can't wait to use it again, and again. Your ass belongs to me now. It's so fucking tight too."

"We should've filmed it... it's too fucked up that I let you do it, and then not even filming it is... just fucked up. I mean, I'm not sure what I wanted when I came into your room, but I'd never expect anything like that to happen," Louise said, more to herself than anyone else. "It was wrong, but it was so, so good. Next time, if there is one, we need to film it."

"There'll be a next time. And the time after that, and the time after that. But that's a no on the camera," Tony said, moving his hand to her ass again to grope it.

"What?" Louise said confused.

"John doesn't get to see this."

"But... why? He wants this, he loves it," Louise said. "I'm doing all this for him."

"Yet, you came into my room without a camera. I don't know what made you do it, but don't kid yourself saying this is just for John. I think parts of you love doing these things. You love to fuck me, you love to cheat on John, and you love getting fucked in the ass. It's obvious that you're starting to have a bit of an affair with me, and you're loving every second of it," Tony said confidently, smirking as he stared down at Louise, the woman lying on her side on the bed, her head turned to look back at him, her eyes wide in shock.

"What? No, I'm not. I'm doing this for John," Louise tried. "This was just a mistake, okay? I got carried away."

"Bullshit. You love cheating on John, you're falling for my cock. And let's be honest, John would love it if he knew you were getting fucked up the ass, but being denied any other knowledge of it other than the fact that it's happening. Imagine how he'd feel when he watches the videos,  then there is a break because you want me to fuck your ass. It would be such a tease. I'm sure he'd love it. It'd make his day," Tony said.

Louise frowned. He was right. It would be a huge tease. A massive turn-on for her husband, and so wrong. John would love the idea of Louise getting fucked without any knowledge of it happening, or being straight-up denied any inclusion. Back when there were rules, it was Louise who had to put them in place, after all. John would've guided them off the deep end right away, surely. Denial was part of this whole cuckold thing, so his wife having a secret lover she fucked without any regard to John's permission would be a dream come true for him.

"Maybe," Louise admitted quietly. "I can't. I have to show everything."

"Nah, John will go nuts if you deny him that. Not knowing, not being able to see. If I've learned anything, that's the sort of stuff that dude loves," Tony said, his hand still massaging her ass, his fingers dipping down to feel her pussy. "Imagine, he sees a video of us in the shower. We're fucking, or you're sucking me off. Then the video breaks because you need your ass pounded. He knows it's happening, but he can't see it. No way he'll be able to handle that. You know I'm right."

Louise knew it too. Maybe objectively it had been a mistake to spend this entire weekend with Tony. However, it wasn't about objectivity, or was it? The only objectifying here was Tony objectifying Louise to his own pleasure, in an unbridled, ruthless fashion. With no consideration for her comfort or desires, she took his thick and veiny pipe, his constant stream of spunk, and all of it eagerly. This whole weekend, all for her enjoyment. For John's fetishes.

That is until Louise cheated on John and fell into her own traps. No video for this session, of her straight-up cheating. No video of her losing her ass to Tony. Nor would there ever be. by the sounds of it. Louise had thought it was just talk that her ass was only Tony's but she knew it would fuel John a whole lot to know that there were parts of his wife that belonged to another man, that another man could take Louise in ways he could not.

"Good, I'll go start the water," Tony said, grabbing a towel and sauntering off to the bathroom. "Then you can wash my cock, then I'm gonna fuck your face while we record."

"Jesus, Tony... I didn't think you meant to do the shower idea right now?" Louise said. It would be such a devious video to make.

"I'll leave the door open," he told her, leaving the room.

The marred teacher bit her lip as she heard the shower running. She needed to get a grip on things, and quickly. A weekend of indulgence had turned into almost an affair. This was meant to be about John, but now it was a personal endeavor, to satiate herself with a young cock and some better than great sex. Tony was turning her into something else, and she couldn't stop it. She didn't want it to stop. Even if it meant becoming something she had previously frowned upon.

Louise used to be such a proper lady who'd refuse anything improper, but now she'd take a literal cum shower if it was offered to her. Speaking of showers... she needed one.

The busty teacher smiled and rolled off the bed. She picked up the phone on her way and followed Tony into the bathroom. The bathroom was already steamy, but she could still see the contours of the big hog hanging from large teenager's body through the translucent shower curtain.

To think Louise was able to take that big thing inside of her. In the front and in the back, and she'd be damned if she couldn't also take some of that into her throat too. Not all of it, but plenty enough to be 'proud' of. As if choking on that big meaty, angry cock was some achievement.

With a smile, Louise started recording and propped the phone up on the counter facing the shower. Tony turned, and smiled at the camera, stroking his massive, semi-hard cock, before beckoning her with a finger. With a wide smile, Louise approached the teen and knelt down before him, opening her mouth wide. An act she'd never done just a month or so ago. Now she relished taking this monster-sized meat into her mouth, pleasing Tony, and giving her husband what he wanted.

Tony placed his hand gently behind the marred married woman's head, directing her to his crotch. Louise quickly encircled his cock with her lips. After Tony had fucked the busty teacher in the ass, and made her climax from anal, sucking him clean was no problem. Louise gleefully accepted his pole, still sticky and slippery from her ass, into her mouth, letting it go in deep until his tip pressed at the entrance of her throat. Louise held the position while keeping up eye contact, trying her hardest to suppress her gag reflex.

She couldn't help but smile as she felt his thick length push into her mouth. He wasn't even fully hard yet, but it was already stretching her lips apart more than anything ever had before. Louise began bobbing her head up and down the long, fat shaft, letting the water from the shower wash away the last of his spunk that remained. Her nostrils soon flared as she struggled to breathe each time the fat head banged against the entrance to her throat.

Then he gave a slight, gentle push with his hips, the fat shaft pushing a little deeper. Louise tried not to protest, realizing what Tony was trying to do. After what Tony had just done to her, he deserved to have his way. Her eyes began to tear up, but she kept them open and locked on his, determined not to back down.

"Relax and just let it happen," Tony cooed, pressing harder, his cock sinking past the entrance. Tony's big cock head and a few more inches managed to squeeze into Louise's gullet and bulge out her neck. "Ahh..." he groaned and gave another push, and Louise gurgled, choking and choking, as he pushed his shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth and the early parts of her throat.

"Relax your throat," he told her, sliding further. She was almost getting two-thirds of his cock stuffed down her. "Swallow, babe."

Tears rolled down her cheeks, Louise tried to relax, breathing rapidly through her nostrils, whimpering, gagging, groaning, as Tony guided his monstrous dick inch by inch. He stopped halfway down, making her whimper at her failed attempt at taking the fat thing deep down.

Having taken him in the ass today, Louise was determined to be able to take his cock down her throat too. John needed to see how depraved she could be for him. And given how Tony had ruined her ass before John had even had an inkling of a chance, and done so off-camera, Louise wanted to at least show she could be a good little slut in other ways.

Pushing a little more, she got almost three-fourths down, as deep as she'd ever been. At this depth, Louise instinctively closed her lips around the veiny pole, suckling strongly at his tool while swallowing hard around the shaft. Louise stared up at Tony with desperate, needy, anxious eyes, as she held him down in her throat, straining to keep the massive rod in her stretched-out throat, fighting her gag reflex.

At this depth, Tony began fucking his huge meat into her mouth with his hand gripping the back of her head tightly. He pressed a little harder into her every time he filled her hungry, starving maw with his throbbing dick. Louise gagged repeatedly, making an utter mess down her chin. The busty woman was drooling in excess, letting the fluid flow and splash down to her perky, full tits. The echo of her wet gurgles reverberated off the tile walls of the bathroom, the wet sucking and slurping of her throat's oral defilement also bouncing back, loudly and obviously. Even the droplets from her saliva and Tony's precum could be heard in the small shower.

"Ugh, Louise. Your hot mouth feels great!" he grunted. "Take it, take that big dick down that slutty throat," Tony groaned. "Just a little more, relax for me. We're almost there"

Tony rocked his hips gently at first, allowing the tightness of her esophagus to stretch open and loosen enough to accommodate him while encouraging her to deep-throat his length. Louise's throat spasmed and contracted as the strong invader sought out even further access. Eventually, Tony's fat hairy plums came closer and closer to her chin while her throat swallowed more and more of the long, thick, hard shaft.

When it happened, Louise was surprised she could take all of him. Her eyes went wide as Tony gave a hard thrust, burying his entire shaft down her throat, causing the married woman to gag hard, her eyes to bulge, and her face to turn red as the fat cock in her airway pulsed with desire. Louise let out a series of moans, vibrating around his dick, tears welling in her eyes from the strain and pain, before she surrendered, completely losing all control.

Tony enjoyed Louise's distress as the buxom blonde sputtered around his cock-meat. Louise moaned and squeaked, her gags and drools getting stronger and louder, her breathing rushed, her face blushing as the teacher's nose dug into his pelvis.

"There you go baby," he praised the woman. "I knew you could do it."

His thick tool was buried to the hilt, stretching her jaw impossibly wide and stuffing the married woman's neck tight, every inch of her throat gripping his meat like a vice. Louise looked up and into his dark eyes with her tear-stained face. They'd arrived. This was the farthest Louise had ever been, and it felt amazing and scary all at the same time. Now... would she be able to make him cum like this? That would be amazing and scary too. What if Tony lost control during his orgasm while she was struggling to breathe, and fucked her face too hard, and choked her?

She didn't have a lot of time to consider it.

"Let's start the real fucking," Tony stated, making her realize they'd only just begun.

Before Louise knew what was happening, the powerful youth started pistoning his big shaft in and out of her starving gullet like a deranged beast. Faster. He withdrew the whole length out until just the fat head rested on the edge of her throat, making her suck in air desperately and gag violently, before slamming his hips forward and burying his hard, pulsing dick deep in her warm throat.

"John ever make you choke on his cock like this?" Tony grunted, knowing the camera was recording, giving him the green light to belittle that poor guy who had sent his wife into Tony's clutches. "What am I even saying, you don't even suck his dick do ya?!"

Louise was of course unable to answer, getting her face fucked.

"Well, I certainly can't get enough of this. You're even able to take me down your throat now," he grunted, thrusting and thrusting. "I've trained you good. John probably wouldn't even fuck you like this, would he? He wouldn't be able to handle a woman like you."

Tony held her head in place, slowly pumping his slut's throat, feeling it tighten around him with every push, jagging his fat dick in and out with short strokes, not pulling out more than half of his long pole, the rest of his shaft staying lodged deep inside her.

"This is what a real man does to his married whore," he growled. "I bet he never made you this wet either. You love getting used and treated like a slut."

Tony grinned as he felt her hands claw at his thighs, trying to push him away. The strong man kept his hold on Louise's head, his fingers tangled in her hair as he pumped his hips, his hard rod sliding back and forth through her wet, gripping throat. She could barely breathe, but neither could she speak or think, the sensation was too intense.

"Fuck, you have such a tight throat," Tony growled, continuing to plunge his meat in and out of Louise's untrained throat. She'd be sore for days after this, no doubt. "A man takes what he wants, isn't that right, John? That's why my cock is in your wife's throat while you sit and watch this on your birthday or whenever. I can't believe you've never done this."

Tony pulled back, but not fully, just to let the poor lady breathe for a bit. He rested his fat crown on her tongue while she gasped, sucking in much-needed air. Louise stared up at Tony, her eyes watery and red, her face flush. She looked so hot with her makeup running down her cheeks, her lips swollen and puffy.

"Tony!" Louise gasped as soon as she had regained the ability to speak, the glistening pole resting against the bridge of her nose. "Are you trying to kill me, for fuck's sake?"

Tony ignored her, relishing in rubbing salt in John's cuckold wounds, sticking his fat head into her mouth again. "I'm going to turn off the camera now. We're supposed to record everything, except when I fuck your wife's tight ass. That's all for me. That's right, John, I've had her ass too," Tony said smugly. He glanced down, pulling his cock from Louise's drooling mouth. "Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, Tony's been fucking my ass," Louise admitted, her eyes closed, unable to look at the phone. "He fucked me hard, and it was so big and so wrong, but it felt so good."

Louise then turned her eyes to look up at Tony. "Are you really going to make me turn off the camera so you can fuck my ass again, Tony?"

"Get up, turn the camera off, and then turn around," Tony said, running the back of his hand along her temple like she was some pet. The gesture made Louise shiver, feeling so low.

"Do I have to?" she asked, not wanting to turn off the camera. "John wants to see everything."

Tony just grinned. "Turn it off," he said.

With a defeated sigh, Louise rose to her feet and reached for the phone on the counter. She stopped the recording and turned to face Tony, biting her lip. "Now what?" she asked.

"Just you and me. Turn around and face the shower, then bend over. Lean against the wall with your hands."

*

"Is it okay if I borrow one of your shirts?" Emily asked as she emerged from the bathroom, finding me still in the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure, but erh, it's white and you're still sort of wet. It might be a bit see-through," I said, trying to make her aware of her modestness. I think that was what I did at least.

"That's okay," Emily said with a shrug.

I raised an eyebrow. Emily just smiled wide, biting her bottom lip. I raised an eyebrow, which made the girl giggle, turn, and head to the living room. What was that all about? I decided to follow the young girl to the living room, bringing the snacks and whatnot with me, and finding her sitting on the couch. She had my shirt draped over her front, covering her breasts, but her navel down to the pants she had borrowed from my wife. The jeans sat a bit loose on Emily, I might add, yet, it still sort of fitted her.

Emily turned her head as I entered, flashing me a smile. I could see her nipples poking through the material, but she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she looked to be rather enjoying the attention she was getting.

"What do you think, John?" she asked. I gulped.

"What?" I croaked. I always tried to be modest, but a good-looking teen presenting herself in such a way woke something primal in me. A primal instinct to conquer. But I'd suppress that as best I could.

"I asked you if you mind me watching some TV with you? I just don't want to go back just yet, leaving you all alone without Louise around," Emily smiled, innocent as can be.

"You did? I mean, yeah, sure," I said, placing the tray of cut apples and oranges on the coffee table.  "How's your hip? After you fell."

"It's fine, just bruised," she said. "Nothing to worry about."

I nodded, taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch. Not too close, as I was unsure if this was a trap or not. Emily was a hard read. Sometimes she was innocent and cute, then she'd find a way to tease away. I wasn't sure if that was just to lighten the mood, but you never know, y'know.

Emily grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She flicked through the channels and stopped when she landed on a reality show about teens in a summer camp. A little cliché, but it was fine.

"So it is okay if I keep you company while your wife is gone?" Emily asked, looking over at me.

"Of course, it's nice to have someone to watch some TV with. And I don't like being left alone," I said with a nervous smile.

"Oh, why is that?" Emily asked.

"No reason. It's just nice to have someone here, that's all."

"Alright," Emily said.

We both returned our attention to the TV. It was a rather silly show, but I couldn't help but look over at Emily from time to time. She didn't seem to mind, and kept her attention on the screen, smiling. Maybe this really was just to keep me company. My eyes involuntarily trailed to her feet curled under her. I wasn't trying to look, but I couldn't help but think how cute her toes looked. Freshly washed, fairly new manicure by the looks of it.

"You like my toes?" Emily suddenly asked, glancing down at them. It sounded more like an observation than me being caught red-handed. "I think red looks good, but a darker shade could do well too."

"Erh, I guess that's something you'd have to ask Louise. I'm not an expert on that sort of thing. I just know the basics. Toenails, fingernails, you know," I said, feeling a bit awkward.

Emily laughed, smiling wide. "You're cute when you're nervous. Do you mind if I move a bit closer? I can't hear that well."

"Sure," I said.

Emily moved closer to me on the couch. Her left thigh was pressing against my right one, and she leaned back, resting her head on the backrest of the couch. She seemed so at ease. I felt so stiff and awkward.

"Relax, John," Emily said, placing her hand on my thigh, making me jump.

"I-I am relaxed," I croaked.

"You're so stiff, John," she said, laughing at my reaction as she retreated her hand, before she sat up straight. "Am I making you uncomfortable, John?"

I sighed. "No, not at all." I was not going to be awkward. Play it nice, but ease the landing, if we get there. "By the way, thank you for helping me with the garden. It was really nice to have someone to work with," I said, changing the subject.

"Anytime," Emily said. "I like gardening too. Maybe we can do it again someday?"

"Yeah, maybe," I said. "Though there won't be much gardening until the spring. We're thinking of trying to get some cucumbers going or something. Our small orchard has given inspiration to expand to other goodies."

"I'm sure I can help out with that too if you want," she said, nodding.

"And I'll be sure to return the favor," I said.

Emily smiled wide and returned her attention to the TV. I took the opportunity to steal another glance at the girl. Her breasts were clearly visible through the shirt, as I'd warned her. She was sitting there next to me, relaxed and carefree. I mean, I knew they were more liberal about such things in France, so I decided to shrug it off. If she was comfortable, then so be it.

"John?"

"Huh?"

"You're staring. What are you looking at?" she asked, shifting slightly towards me.

"N-Nothing. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I said.

"You keep staring at my chest, John," she said with a soft giggle. Emily then shifted more, sitting a bit closer still with her knees on the sofa cushions. Emily threw her wet hair aside, leaning forward a bit. "Am I tempting you? Look, they're right here," she smiled innocently.

"Emily..." I murmured.

"Go on, take a closer look if you want. Touch them. Come on."

I was frozen, eyes wide.

Emily pulled her hair over her right shoulder, leaning back, letting the white fabric cling tightly to the mounds. Then with her free hand, the nubile teen gently pushed the top button open, then the next, revealing more and more of her firm young tits and her trim belly.

"Here," Emily said, taking my hand and gently placing it on her exposed skin just above her belly button. "Won't you open it up even further, John?"

The sensation of her silky skin was so inviting.

"Emily... don't..." I whispered. My voice had lost all power, being silenced by her smooth skin. "My wife... won't... like this."

She ignored me and kept placing my hands over the third button, urging me to undo it. It felt like I was hypnotized or something. My fingers moved against my will, easily sliding the tiny fastener out from its hold on the cotton fabric. More of the white shirt came loose. I could see her cleavage and a part of her pink, stiff nipple, but still just a tease of the real thing underneath. I couldn't do it. I had no say in the matter. The girl directed my hand and guided my fingertips to touch her breasts.

"Doesn't that feel so much better? Go on, John, open another," she cooed, watching me intently as she gently shoved my finger at another button. "Like this."

"Wha-" I muttered, watching helplessly as the tiny round button popped through its slot.

"Am I tempting you now, John? Come on, take what you really want," Emily whispered. The girl looked into my eyes, the white fabric now slipping away, further and further, until... her hard nipple stood free, glistening at the tip in the dim living room. I groaned, captivated. Such a sight. Perky and shapely.

Before I knew it, Emily had swung her leg across mine, straddling me while she shoved one of her beautiful nipples in my mouth. My thoughts immediately went to Louise. She'd be livid. She teased me about this and that, yes, but would never even entertain the idea. Even if I pleaded and pleaded, begged.

Emily did not care.

Instead, the teenager held me by the hair, gently rocking her hips on top of me, stimulating my already hardening cock through my pants.

"Louise–" I tried, before getting my mouth filled again.

"Is not here," Emily finished, thrusting a tit deeper into my mouth and rocking her body faster, harder. I could only grunt. I was doing this with someone else, someone other than my wife. This couldn't be right. Yet, Emily felt so fucking good, tasted so fresh and clean, and smelled so wonderful. So unlike Louise. She was wild and young and eager. Not that Louise wasn't eager, but this was different.

"Come on," the pretty brunette coaxed. Her gorgeous blue eyes were locked onto mine as she undid the rest of the shirt and let it slip off of her shoulders to fall on the floor. "Don't you like it?"

"I do, and you're very pretty, but," I started.

"Why don't you show me where your bedroom is," Emily insisted. "I bet you love to show your young, horny guest upstairs and fuck her in the same bed you share with your wife. Are you going to make me choke on your dick, daddy?"

I gulped. Emily now, unknowing or not, was offering me something Louise had never done. Not for me, not for anyone. A blow job. Louise thought it was demeaning, a degrading act that would lower her, something a husband should never subject their wife to, according to her. I had never protested nor pushed the matter.

Yet, this little brunette girl I barely knew was offering, eagerly.

"Come on," Emily said, climbing off my lap, taking my hand, and dragging me to my feet.

"Wait," I said, resisting slightly.

"No, come on. Let's go," Emily insisted, pulling me along.

"Wait, wait, Emily, please," I said, trying to reason with her. "This isn't right. My wife wouldn't like it."

"What?" Emily said, stopping to turn back to me. "John, you're not taking advantage of me. You're just being a man and giving me what I want. Taking what you want."

I wasn't sure what to say. "But... but..."

Emily grabbed my crotch, groping me. "See? You want it. You want me."

She was right. I wanted her. I wanted her bad. "No, we can't," I said.

"Why not? You're already rock-hard. I can feel it," Emily said, her hand rubbing my bulge.

"Still–"

"What, you don't want me?" Emily said, suddenly taking a step back, hands on her hips, and looking down at me.

"Emily, please. I'm married. We can't," I tried again.

"I'm sure you can. You can fuck me however you want, John," she said, looking me straight in the eye. "Come on, don't you want to make me scream?"

"No, no, no, Emily," I said.

"Are you serious?" she said, sounding annoyed.

"Emily, you're very pretty, but--" I tried, but Emily cut me off.

"Don't give me that 'but' crap. Are you kidding me?" she said. Emily had turned red in the face. She looked angry, annoyed, upset. "I'm horny, John. I'm wet. I want you. Why don't you just man up and take me upstairs and knock me the fuck up?"

"Please, Emily, you're a nice girl. It's not right."

"You're unbelievable! " Emily said. "Stop being such a fucking pussy! Fuck off!"

Emily buttoned up her shirt and left the living room. I heard the front door slam shut.

"Fuck," I muttered, rubbing my face. I felt bad, which was weird as I made the morally right choice. I hated that I had to reject such a lovely girl, but I had to do the right thing. For Louise's sake, if anything. If she found out I cheated on her, she'd kill me.

I sighed heavily. A few minutes of sulking later, I decided to clean up, go for a run, and just go to sleep. Louise would be back tomorrow from Sophia's and I'd talk to her about it then.

*

My phone vibrated the next morning, waking me up at 9 AM. Yesterday's events seemed almost unreal to me. Had it really happened? Had Emily really come over here to try her luck with me while my wife was away? Had she known Louise would be out for the weekend? If Emily's plans had come to fruition, I'd wake up with her next to me now. To think how close it had gotten, it was surreal.

I reached for my phone on my nightstand, answering it without looking.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice heavy with sleep.

"Good morning," Louise said cheerfully.

"Louise?" I asked.

"Yes, it's me. Did I wake you up?" she asked.

"Pretty much! How was your trip?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh. It was quite... exhausting honestly. Can't say I look forward to Monday!" Louise chirped.

"How so?" I asked.

"Well... I did some... new exercises," Louise said. "You know how Sophia is."

"No, not really," I said. I had only met Sophia a handful of times, and mostly when Louise and I were fresh as a couple. "But I hope you're not too sore. Maybe we can make dinner together today? Or are you too tired?"

"No, no, I'm fine. We'll make dinner together," Louise said. "What did you get up to yesterday?"

"Eh, nothing much, just went for a run, worked in the yard... and erh... Emily stopped by."

There was a pause. I sat up as if to get ready for a beatdown that was inevitable.

"Emily?"

"Yeah, Emily. You know, from your school," I said.

"I know who Emily is, John," Louise said. "Did she have a good time?" The tone suggested something I wasn't sure about.

"I don't think so... well at first it was great. We just hung out for a bit. Then she... well, erh, she came on to me. I of course rejected her, and she left minutes later," I said, trying to keep it short and concise. Still, my palms were slippery and my throat dry.

"She what?" Louise asked.

"Yeah... she tried to seduce me," I said. "But I said no."

"That little slut," Louise growled. Then she went quiet for a bit as if thinking. "So... you didn't do anything?"

"No. She guided me to unbutton her shirt, which she borrowed from you by the way. She needed a shower after helping me in the yard. So after a few buttons, I got my head straight and told her no. I tried to not be rude, I guess, but she got quite pissed off."

"Good. Then she tried to seduce you and left when you rejected her. Correct?" Louise asked.

"Yep, sums it up pretty well, but I did feel a bit bad for rejecting her," I said. "Not because I wanted her or anything, just, y'know, because she got so upset. You know I hate it when I upset people. Not that makes anything right or anything." I sort of trailed off as I was pretty much rambling. I had not been awake for more than a few minutes.

"Oh, relax," Louise said. "Hun, I appreciate it. Of course, I'm upset she dared, but you made the right choice, which shows me how much I trust you."

A few minutes rolled by as I guess she was digesting the news. I certainly was happy, and relieved. That was for sure. I feared she might explode on the phone and me, which would be totally unreasonable, but still.

"Well, then. So what was it that you wanted?" I asked. She had surely called me for a reason.

"Oh yeah. I'll be home around afternoon," Louise said.

Louise and I then talked a bit about our upcoming trip to Europe and complained about flights and all that. And as promised she was home in the afternoon. She didn't lie when she told me she was a bit tired. She went straight to the shower, took a long nap, then joined me for TV. We spent the day pretty much relaxing. Sadly Louise was too tired for some welcome-home sex, but that was alright.

Monday morning Louise surprised me quite a bit though.

"Looking forward to your birthday then?" Louise said with a mischievous smile. The way she said it was quite... alluring.

"Yes?" I said. "What, you got something planned?"

"Maybe," Louise smiled, leaning forward, presenting me with her great cleavage. "Maybe something naughty."

And just like that she winked at me, spun around, and headed out for work, my eyes now locked on those girthy cheeks she worked so well to keep in shape. Hunger filled me like nothing else. What was my dear wife going to do on my birthday?

Nothing to worry about for now though, except for breakfast, and I quickly returned to the stove to keep an eye on my eggs.

At least we weren't focusing on Emily. Louise hadn't mentioned anything about her, actually. Maybe it was not something to linger on. If Louise didn't care, neither would I.

Work was as it usually was. The whole Alaska situation, and how I had handled it with such open arms despite the added stress it provided, I had lined myself up for a promotion. It wasn't a huge difference in what I actually did, just some added responsibility and related tasks, but it would land me decent pay.

Coming home that Monday, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Louise seemed a bit mischievous, which had me a little edgy. My birthday wasn't until Friday, so the wait would no doubt be agonizing. And to add to the pressure, Louise didn't even offer me any relief.

"Tomorrow, perhaps," Louise smiled.

And Tuesday, Louise teased away, giving me the naughtiest glances whenever she could. It was impossible not to wonder, think, and fantasize. Then it was the usual waiting. And waiting. This was quite the tease Louise had me under.

"So what's your plans then?" I finally relented in bed. Louise had just come out of the shower and looked just too appetizing.

"Don't ask questions," Louise cooed. "Otherwise, your present will be ruined."

"What about some warming up?" I asked, gesturing towards my naked cock. Louise was still wearing a towel, but not for long. Louise smiled, dropped the towel, and revealed her taut belly, broad hips, incredible and fit hips, and those magnificent breasts of hers. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. She wasn't lying, she was ready for action.

"You want to be warmed up?" she asked, climbing into bed. Louise gently pushed me back and climbed on top of me, her breasts hanging above my face, her wet pussy hovering over my dick.

"Yes, please," I said, grabbing a hold of her hips. Louise's smooth skin felt so soft and warm. She lowered herself onto me, placing her warm, wet lips on the tip of my dick, her weight pinning me to the bed.

"How does this feel?" she asked, pushing down just enough to make her lips part around my crown.

"Good," I groaned.

"Mm. How about this?" Louise asked, lowering herself down even further, her soft folds parting to envelope my throbbing tip. She then lifted herself up again, only to lower herself, a bit more forcefully, engulfing my shaft with her slick, tight walls. "Getting warmed up?"

"Oh yeah," I groaned, moving my hands to grope my wife's heavy orbs. Women truly were creatures worthy of worship, and the woman above me was nothing short of being evidence of that.

"I can't wait until, ugh, Friday," Louise smiled, closing her eyes as she gyrated on top of me. Her walls tightened around my shaft as she rolled her hips.

"Neither can I," I said, massaging her tits and watching them gently swing. Her erect nipples brushed against my fingers as I kneaded the firm, rounded flesh, squeezing and tugging her nubs.

"I can't tell you what I have planned," Louise moaned. "But it may or may not involve one of your fantasies. One of your filthiest."

"What?" I gasped. Could it be? I truly thought that ship had sailed so long ago. I felt my cock twitch responsively at the mere possibility of seeing my wife with another man. If that is what she meant? No... perhaps there was something else. I couldn't get my hopes up.

"I say no more," Louise said, softly closing her eyes to focus on the pleasure. "I could do with something bigger than this, that's for sure."

I drew in sharply at her words. Humiliation and arousal mixed in my groin, swelling my member even more than before. Did she say what I thought she just said?

"What do you mean?" I asked. I couldn't help myself, but I felt like I knew what she meant.

"I mean... it's just been so long," Louise moaned. She was really into it now, bouncing on my cock.

"What has?" I asked.

"Sssh," Louise said, rolling off and onto her back. "Don't think too much about me and much bigger men, just climb aboard and fuck the shit out of your wife."

My cock twitched as I shifted atop Louise. I couldn't believe what she was saying to me. She'd tease, but now with the preemptive hints of something happening due to my birthday looming on the horizon.

"Fuck me," she breathed, biting her lower lip as she stared into my eyes.

I groaned and pushed inside her slick, wet channel, burying my cock deep inside her. With all my might I fucked Louise, staring deeply into her eyes. But her teasing wasn't done yet.

"Are you still thinking about sharing me with other men? Like Tony," Louise whispered into my ear.

"Yeah," I grunted.

"Then think about all the dirty things I'd do for him, and not you," Louise moaned, as if she too was imagining those things and reaching her climax to the imagery. "I'm not sure you'd even make me cum after having my fill with someone who is so much bigger and better like Tony."

"Fuck," I groaned, reaching up to wrap my arms under her, and hugging her tightly. "Tell me more."

"More? Well, what if I told you I've let Tony do unspeakable acts to me, and right now, I'm yearning for him inside me instead of you," Louise said. “I fucked him earlier today before I got home, even.”

"Would you fuck him instead of me if he was here?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Yes," Louise said, causing my breath to hitch as my nuts emptied inside of her. "Now keep thrusting, fill my womb with your cum, I need it inside me."

The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. And then it was over. I rested on top of Louise for a few minutes, recovering, before I rolled off and lay next to her. Louise snuggled up to me and kissed me on the lips. I knew she was pouring it on at the end there, but it still did the trick hearing my wife say those things. And the fact that she didn't orgasm... well, it pulled on my heart a bit. She seemed to notice, however.

"It's totally cool. I'm just glad you enjoyed it," Louise said. "There's plenty more where that came from."

Louise wasn't lying. She had a way of knowing what turned me on, and the rest of the week went by with little hints of what she might have planned for my birthday. We'd bang too, but Louise seemed to either hold off, or not be able to orgasm. I tried my best, my usual tricks and stuff, but nothing seemed to work. That didn't bother her in the slightest though, but my ego did take some bruising from it.

However, she promised me it would be the best birthday I've ever had, but she wasn't telling me what. She also seemed to carry some apprehensiveness as Friday approached. Second thoughts perhaps? I wasn't sure how to interpret that.

"I don't want you to think badly of me," she said on Thursday evening.

"Why would I? You've made it clear you're doing this for me," I said.

"Yeah, but, well..." Louise said. "I may have gone overboard here and there... You'll see."

"See what?" I asked, hoping to catch her slipping.

"See nothing," Louise said, sticking her tongue at me. "Until tomorrow, that is. Tomorrow evening. After work."

I didn't sleep much that night. I was wrecking my brain for all my dirty fantasies trying to gauge which it was, if it was any of them at all. The most obvious one was of course getting thoroughly cucked and humiliated, and this was almost my strongest fantasy. Kink. Fetish. I'm not sure what to call it as I was fortunate to experience it for a few weeks before we called it quits. Louise had agreed to it, and I thought I loved it. Turned out she didn't. Not that she regretted it, she said, but she didn't like the loss of control.

Oh well, I'd try to keep myself in check, eagerly awaiting what was going to happen.

I rolled over and looked at my sleeping beauty of a wife. Deep in her slumber. Would such a proper lady truly let her subject to such vile fantasies as having sex outside of her holy vow of marriage to her husband? Louise had indulged just to satisfy my curiosity, and I knew that spiral led to her enjoying it too much, but that bridge seemed to be a burned one for the longest.

"You're up early," Louise murmured.

"Couldn't sleep," I said, rolling back over and facing her.

"You really like that dirty old fantasy of yours?" she asked, reading my thoughts exactly. There was a mix of pity and sorrow on her smile, as she laid a hand to cup my cheek. "My poor hubby doesn't know what's best for him, does he?"

"He doesn't," I chuckled. Louise gave me a peck.

"You'll never guess what you're in for," she smiled.

"A wild night?" I asked, stroking her cheek.

"That's for certain," she said. "I need to get ready for work. We'll talk tonight."

"I'm nervous," I said, feeling my stomach do flips.

"Don't be. It will be fine," Louise smiled. "It has already been put in motion, so no taking it back now."

Louise and I got out of bed. And while I brushed my teeth, that last sentence rang in my ear like the church bells of a plague-ridden medieval village; ominously and loud.

"What do you mean, 'put in motion'?" I asked as Louise walked by and into the bathroom after having put the coffee on.

"You'll see," Louise said in a surprisingly flat way. "Anyway, happy birthday," she said, turning her mood up. "And I'll see you later tonight."

I nodded and went to make some eggs for us. As we ate, Louise was smiling and laughing, while I was just quiet, wondering what was going to happen later that night. After that, we left for each of our jobs.

To say I was distracted during the week, well, that would pale in comparison to what I was now. All I could think of was what was going to happen. How, and when, and what? Where? I couldn't figure it out, and Louise had me in the dark. It was driving me insane, but also a bit worried.

However, Louise had gone above and beyond to reassure me that everything was fine. Everything tonight would be for me, she assured, that my interests were in place. It sure sounded like she had gone through a lot to make whatever her surprise was happen. She said she had arranged something I wouldn't believe, something that had taken a bit of preparation.

But the anticipation was killing me.

My day went by like molasses. Time slowed to a crawl, but somehow I managed to get through it, but not without a lot of daydreaming.

"Mr. Banks!" my secretary called.

"Huh?" I said, looking around me.

"I think your mug is full," she said. I looked down. My mug was indeed full, and then some.

Yup. I was distracted alright. And by the time I had gotten myself behind the wheel, I wondered if I was even fit to drive. I was so distracted by my thoughts that I nearly missed the turn towards my home.

"Breathe, John, just breathe," I told myself, taking deep breaths as I drove up the road to my house. I barely remembered to lock the car and wave to Mrs. Anderson. She looked a bit annoyed, but oh well. She had her issues, and I had mine.

I unlocked the door and went inside. The house was quiet and empty. I put my keys down and went to pour myself a glass of water. My throat was dry as hell. I saw that Louise's shoes were here, but nobody else's. Maybe I had been wrong, that it wasn't anything overly nefarious. Then I heard some noise coming from upstairs.

My heart skipped a beat and I took the stairs two at the time. As I got up to the top landing, I could hear a shower running. I went to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Yes?" Louise called out over the sound of the shower.

"It's me," I called back.

"Oh, okay," she said.

"Do you want some company?" I asked.

"Not really," Louise said. "But you can wait for me in the bedroom."

"Okay," I said and went into our bedroom. I then first noticed that our TV was on. We never used our bedroom TV, but now it was on. What did that mean?

I went to the bed and sat down. My mind started to race again. Maybe it was going to happen now? Maybe she was going to bring someone in here, and they would--

Louise came out of the bathroom, and my jaw dropped. She sure had dressed for the occasion. Partly dressed, I guess.

Barely hidden under a purple silky robe loosely tied together, I saw Louise had chosen matching black thigh-high stockings, heels, and a garter belt. And that was it. Her crotch was completely exposed, her big breasts peeking from under her robe. I wanted to launch myself at her, but the look in her eyes said 'Stay put'.

"I have a special gift for you," Louise said. "But before we begin, I want to make sure you're okay with it. And I want to make sure that we're on the same page. Do you have a fetish where you want me, your own wife, to sleep with another man?"

Was this an interrogation? An interview?

"Yes," I answered. Was this for real? Would Louise actually do it?!

"Do you get off on getting denied sexual acts from your significant other?"

"Yes?" I replied.

"And do you get off on the humiliation that comes with such cuckold tendencies?" Louise asked, adding some extra venom that poised its way into my growing erection.

"Yes."

"Then I have a gift for you," Louise smiled, opening her robe. Her beautiful tits fell free as the silky fabric slid off her shoulders and down her arms. The black silky garter belt and its straps connecting to her thigh-highs, remaining her top half fully nude, was such a sight to behold, especially as she took one step after the other, letting the heels give her hips have an extra swing to them as she approached.

"You forgot to remove your pants, husband," Louise smiled. My hands shot to my belt and within the next three seconds, my pants were no longer an issue. Louise had made her way up and was now unbuttoning my shirt, reminiscent of how I had done it for Emily, slow and meticulously, but let's not focus on that right now.

"Fuck," I groaned, feeling my wife's hand on my chest. She had been a hound the whole week, but the anticipation for tonight had been so great it increased every touch with such electric energy I had never felt before.

"I love you, John," Louise smiled as she helped the shirt over my head.

"I love you too, Louise," I said. My wife leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. But just the one. She took position between my legs instead, letting her hand roam my shaft.

"I'm gonna get you ready first," Louise said. First? God, I was almost trembling in anticipation of what was second. She looked at my erection. "I'm almost tempted to blow you, but as you remember... My mouth is reserved for someone else."

"Yeah?" I said, deciding to play along. Louise sure as shit would never blow anyone, but the dirty talk was so hot.

"He's on his way," Louise said matter-of-factly.

My cock twitched. This was happening. This was really happening. I couldn't believe it. Was Louise going to let another man have her? Would it be Tony again?

"And I can promise that he'll have his way, just like he's had his way. For a month," Louise said.

"What?" I said, not believing my ears. Louise smiled before biting her bottom lip.

"Nothing. Don't focus on that. Now it's just you and me," Louise whispered, leaning over to give me my second kiss. And a third. She rolled onto her back, pulling me with her. I reached down to enter her, but Louise swatted my hand away. "Not yet."

I grunted as I moved my hands to her breasts, gently kneading them while kissing her. Instead of my hand, Louise snaked her own down to grab my shaft, slowly stroking it with a warm, but somewhat loose grip. It felt good, and I groaned.

Louise then let go of me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She kissed me hard, slipping me a bit of tongue, before pushing me to get off. I did so hesitantly. "Get comfortable," Louise said, seeming a bit nervous.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm just getting the remote," Louise said, reaching over to the nightstand, and grabbing said remote. "I wasn't sure what to show you first... but I guess the beginning would be fitting."

The screen loaded for a bit, connecting the Chromecast. Then I saw a very flustered Louise in the middle of undressing. But where was it? It took several seconds until I realized where she was... was that... was that Tony's room?

My heart thumped in my chest. I didn't even hear whatever Louise said to whoever was behind the camera. I had felt bad about these feelings for an eternity, but it was dawning on me that maybe my fantasies were not too far from reality after all. The things Louise had teased me with... I had mixed feelings about this. Delightment and jealousy mixed in my chest and I wasn't sure which side would win.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Louise, on the screen, pushing her tight pencil skirt down revealing those ass cheeks that I adored so much. Perfectly shaped. And as the skirt lowered more, I gasped realizing those stockings were actually thigh-high stockings. Fuck her long, strong legs looked like the most delicious meal in those things.

"When was this?" I gasped at the present Louise.

"About a month ago. When you were in Anchorage," Louise whispered. She sounded a bit unsure whether this video was a good idea. Reason had been long shoved aside on my account, so I was all for it.

"That's so messed up," I moaned in awe. I looked at Louise who had closed her eyes with a slight wince. "In a good way!" I urged.

"I know. I just need to... collect myself so I can see this through tonight," Louise said. She then opened her eyes, engaged my rock-hard erection with her hand, and slowly teased me with slow strokes while nodding for me to look at the screen again.

I then heard Tony tell Louise to lie down, followed by him presumably handing her the camera as there was some shifting around.

“What are you going to do?” Louise asked on the video, sounding almost out of breath.

“Have a little taste of this married pussy,” Tony groaned below the camera. “Look into the lens the entire time.”

There were several minutes of Louise's gaze looking full of anticipation, and her lightly chewing on her lips. Then she clenched her eyes shut, before opening them wide with her jaw hanging open in awe. Judging by Louise's beautiful face contorting in pleasure, and the loud wet squelching noises coming from the video, Tony was eating her out. And by the sounds of it, he was doing a great job at it.

"You like this?" the present Louise asked me. I could only nod.

"I had no idea," I said.

"I feel so horrible... and so naughty," Louise said. I wasn't sure if she was trying to play it up for my sake or if she really meant it. "How could I do this to you?"

"You're a bad girl," I said, staring at the screen.

"You're right. I am a bad girl," Louise said, looking at me for a moment. "He's gonna make me cum, John."

I looked at the present-day Louise.

"Yeah?" I asked, watching her hand pump my shaft.

"Yeah," she said, looking me straight in the eyes. "Tony is so good with his tongue. See? There? I'm about to cum. But the bastard stopped, wanting to get a rise out of me... which he did."

"Enjoying yourself?" Tony asked on the video.

"Fuck... ugh, why did you stop?" Louise on the video asked frustrated.

"So what happened to the no-touching rule?" Tony smirked. "Is that still a thing?"

"No, we can... touch all we want," Louise replied hastily, desperate for him to resume pleasuring her.

I looked at the present Louise in awe. She was so eager, so quickly giving up. It was all my fantasy could ever dream of.

"But not yet," Louise said, grabbing the remote and pausing the video. "That's for later. I'm sorry. You can watch these videos whenever you want but right now–"

Videos? As in, the plurality of the word video? How much had Louise done? If this had been a month ago, and seemingly it was not a one-time occurrence, did that mean Louise, my wife, the woman who had vividly shut down this fantasy, had had an affair for a month? I scanned my brain for what had happened during and before the Anchorage trip. We had had an 'argument', if you can even call it that, about my fantasy. Had that led Louise to take drastic measures?

My brain was so confused, hurt even, but I had no time to gather myself and how I truly felt about this. Arousal, and Louise speaking to me, distracted me from such notions.

"– I want you to, erh, sit in that chair over there. Tony and I have planned this day for the entire week. How we're going to do it. So sit over there, please," Louise said.

"But," I started, but Louise did something she had never done before. She raised her voice.

"Sit," she said. Was it impatience? For what? Me to obey? Urgency as the next phase was about to commence? I could hardly tell nor wait to see what was next, despite or because of the confused arousal burning in me. "I asked you if this is what you wanted, so please... sit," Louise added more kindly. "And enjoy."

Awkwardly, as my erection was still quite at its peak, I made my way over to a chair in the corner of our bedroom. It was more or less facing the bed, and Louise waited for me to sit down before she continued.

"Ready?" she asked me, checking her phone. I nodded eagerly. I was beyond ready. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was more than ready to see it through. Curiosity and horniness won over sense and reason in this regard.

I looked at the door expectantly. We hadn't even declared officially what was going to happen, thus the anticipation was unreal. Yet, when I looked at the door to our bedroom, I could hear my own heart in my throat, my pulse pounding away to such a degree, my palms were moistened with nervous sweat. I wiped them on my pants.

Reality was a numb sensation, but I tried to focus on it regardless. Louise had truly gone behind my back to make a bunch of videos of debauchery. I wasn't fully aware of what the content was per se, but the inkling told me enough. The way it made Louise nervous was certainly one tell-tale sign.

Another thought of great magnitude was what truly awaited behind the door. Another person was to be involved with us tonight. Another human being. Another male would claim and satisfy my own wife, in front of me. I had seen it before, and back then it had been a bit much. Louise addressed as much. "I know it was a lot last time. But as much as I've done this for you... this part... is for both of us," she explained. "I hope you can forgive me. For tonight. For everything..."

A big lump formed in my throat. A lump that I couldn't discern the nature of. Sorrow? Jealousy? Hurt? Vomit? Or perhaps anger? Well, anger wasn't quite what I would call it, but the betrayal did make me feel odd. Was this the true sting I would have to endure, the true pang of betrayal and guilt? To stare straight into the barrel as the gun went off? To face what a true affair beyond my control? Was this what I got for being such a degenerate? Such a wimp that I let another man bed my own wife? Did she even love me anymore? Did she ever?

My mind had a dozen different responses, rationale and irrationale fighting a battle within me, and even my body had a dozen different instincts I wanted to give in to. Run. Fight. Flee. Argue. But I remained firmly planted in the chair, eager, if not anxious, for what would befall Louise and I this evening. The uncertainty was killing me, and yet I could hardly bring myself to utter a word as the enormity of my excitement had locked my jaw shut.

All I could do was watch Louise fiddling with her phone, standing nude save the robe, and stockings. So she remained. That, and the gentle rasps of knuckles on wood.