My Neighbor - Part 9 (Patreon)

This is a work of fiction that describes mature content between 18+ adults

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With each thud, my heart seemed to drop lower in my chest, carving a cavity to descend further into, expanding with the immense heat of nerves, and tension. I wasn't just about to find out. I was actually about to witness the extent of Louise's treachery with my very own eyes. I felt like my lungs were at zero capacity.

Each knock echoed as if we were in the darkest of chambers, and that beyond our bedroom door stood the truth. The truth and magnitude of what Louise had done. It burned and I found myself wondering if I'd become deaf from the mind-numbing pulse that seemed to overpower all else.

'Since my trip to Anchorage,' I said, trying to scramble my thoughts toward some understanding of what that might've entailed. But I didn't have time to digest its meaning, as Tony was about to come through the door. All the questions I had was to wait, as the big teenager strolled into our bedroom. As Louise had removed my say-so and seized control for herself, to take my fetishes to a new low. Or a new high. Using those fetishes for pleasure.

For the second time, I was going to witness my wife being bed by a stud. She had gone behind my back and made videos, that much I gathered. While the naughtiness couldn't be overstated, sending my brain into aroused shock, my heart grew heavy. My wife had lied to me, and deceived me, for a month. 

I was stunned and surprised, but a huge amount of adoration that Louise would do all this coursed through me. I mean, I knew how much sex meant for her, and if she was willing to lower herself, degrade herself, to such an extent… Well, if it wasn’t so depraved, I’d call it touching.

And it was happening. It was going to happen. It was going to happen, and as far as I knew, nothing would stop it. I had to wonder about Louise’s disappointment if I said no. If I–

The door swung open, and there he stood. Tony. Broad and heavy, wearing what he always wore. He was here on official business, to wreck someone’s wife, my wife, and he didn’t even put a decent shirt on.

Tony smiled at Louise, and she returned his smile, before looking at me. A pang of hurt and betrayal shot through me, and it seemed to resonate in Louise, as she winced. Was she feeling bad about what she had done? How she had gone behind my back, and how she had gotten involved with another man? I couldn't tell.

The way she looked at me, however, felt a bit like she was begging me to understand. I wanted to understand, but I didn't. I did, but I didn’t. My head and my cock were at war with one another, and the latter had me frozen in place. I was too afraid to move or speak, afraid that the wrong word would cause a disaster, or ruin what my dear wife had planned.

"I have a special surprise for you," Louise said, and I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. "For your birthday. It's been a long time coming."

"What is it?" I asked hoarsely, looking at Tony.

"I thought you'd never ask," Louise smiled. "I made a series of videos all for you. For your darkest fetish. The things I've done for you... You'll see. I know you’re probably surprised and confused, but I'm going to make you proud. Made you proud."

Louise nodded to Tony, and he walked over to the bed. She turned around and dropped her robe to the floor. Tony reached down and started to remove his own clothes. It happened in rapid succession, as if we were jumpcutting to the action. 

I watched as Louise revealed her gorgeous, stocking-clad legs. Her long, strong, beautiful legs that I adored. Legs that I loved. Soon to be wrapped around another man. And that would look so good while wrapped.

"Oh, God," I groaned, watching my wife revealing herself to the teen.

"Yes, my love?" she asked, looking at me over her shoulder.

"This is real," I said, my cock throbbing in my pants.

"It is," Louise confirmed. She then slowly moved her hands over to remove her panties.

"You're going to do it," I gasped in disbelief as she slid them down her legs.

"Yes, I am," Louise smiled. "And I'm gonna enjoy it too."

Tony was fully naked, his monster-cock bobbing as he walked up behind Louise. My wife looked at him, and smiled. Then she looked at me.

"You ready?" Louise asked, licking her lips. "I know you prefer to not be present, but I thought it would make your birthday even more special."

"Enough of this shit," Tony grunted, no doubt impatient. "Bend over the bed. I'm gonna eat that ass."

Eat her ass? Louise thought that was disgusting! I looked at my wife, wondering if she was about to turn it down.

"Oh, fuck," Louise moaned, bending over our bed. She wiggled her ass at Tony. He moved in, grabbing her round globes in his large hands. "Fuck, that's good, baby."

I felt a pang in my chest at hearing Louise calling another man 'baby'. Tony then spread her cheeks, and my mouth fell open. There, nestled between those perfect buttocks, was a small, pink jewel.

"Surprise," Louise giggled, wiggling her ass again. Tony leaned down and grabbed the jewel, and I saw it wasn't a jewel at all.

"Is that a plug?" I gasped. Louise nodded and looked at me.

"Yeah," she said. "Tony wants my ass so often, I need to be ready for him at any moment."

Wait what? Did that mean... did that mean that Tony had had her ass too? My heart sank at the implications. Not only had Louise deceived me, but she had actually had anal sex with Tony. Louise had had anal sex with Tony, and she had done it multiple times according to her words. My stomach turned, and I felt nauseous. My cock was hard as a rock, however, and that seemed to betray my true feelings. I loved that she had done that to me. No, for me. I loved that she had gone so far to please me.

My mind was reeling from all this information. A lot was going through my head. How could she? Why did she? And... when? I didn't have time to answer that.

"But my ass is all for Tony. Sorry, you don't get to see or do that," Louise chuckled apologetically. Tony smiled and smacked her ass.

"I'm just glad I get to fuck it whenever I want," he said.

"He does, baby," Louise said, looking at me. "I can't wait for him to slide inside me... but that's for later. Right now, I just want to feel his tongue."

"Tongue?" I asked, a bit confused.

"You talk way too much," Tony said. He grabbed Louise's panties, made his way over to me, and shoved them in my mouth. "Now, if you wanna and watch, stay shut the fuck up and don't interrupt. If not, then leave, you'll only get in the way."

I thought this was for me? That this was my birthday present? Unless this was part of it, of course. Being humiliated. Degraded. I couldn't tell, but my body reacted by not moving an inch.

"That's better," Tony said. "Now I can eat that sweet ass in peace."

The teen then walked over to Louise and grabbed her ass cheeks. He spread them, revealing the plug again. Tony then bent down and removed it slowly.

"Fuck," Louise moaned, feeling the plug slowly being removed. When it was out, Tony tossed it aside, spread her cheeks, and his tongue soon ran from her slit to her tiny puckered asshole. Louise pushed her ass back on his face. "That's good," she moaned.

My heart was heavy at the betrayal, but there was nothing like the sight in front of me to stop it dead in its tracks and shift that feeling into utter excitement and giddiness. My breathing grew shorter, and my eyes were glued to the display. Tony was licking and eating out Louise's butthole, and my wife was enjoying it. The moans were loud, and the wet slurping from his tongue, and my wife's pussy, grew louder. Louise's fingers worked her clit in a mad haste, and the moans grew.

Louise was about to cum. Already? Wow, he really knew what he was doing.

"Ugh!" she grunted, her head turning side to side, eyes clenched shut and her body tense. Louise's eyes opened and her gaze caught mine. We stared at each other, and she was holding it as the orgasm built inside her. "Oh, God," she squealed, eyes rolling up, toes curling, and back arching.

Tony gave her a slap across the ass, and she exploded with a scream. That didn't cause her to close her eyes though, as they were now looking back into mine. They were narrowed with pure lust, and they then widened. I wondered what she was thinking about, but then realized with a lump that I probably knew what it was. Tony, obviously. How good he was and how he was getting his way with her, without restraint.

Louise pulled back from him and straightened. Then she reached for his shaft and stroked it, smiling, and looking down.

"Lay down, big boy," Louise smiled. As Tony took position a realization that this was happening right now, for real, in front of me, and in our marital bed no less, dawned on me. I was going to watch Louise have sex with someone else again. This was no dream or fantasy. This was a reality, and it was about to become more so.

I looked at my wife. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took as she was stroking Tony's cock. She looked at him, then me, and back to him. She then bent down and kissed the head of his cock. I groaned around the panties in my mouth. The ease with which she did that… Louise didn't hesitate for even a moment. My eyes widened in disbelief as Louise, my wife who thought blow jobs were degrading and filthy, who swore she'd never do it, was now kissing another man's cock, and licking it.

"Fuck, Louise," Tony groaned. He then pushed her down on his cock, and she didn't resist. I watched her lips spread wide around his impressive girth, and soon the entire head vanished inside. I wasn't just jealous. This was a full betrayal of my trust in her, and the kind of wife I thought she was.

It was so unlike her, which made the reality of it fuel my throbbing arousal all the more. Here she was, doing the kind of thing she had been repulsed by, willingly and without hesitation.

I grunted as Tony bucked his hips upwards. This prompted Louise to push down harder and soon, Louise was in a frenzied state where she was trying to fit that immense hunk of meat as much of it in as humanly possible. Tony and my wife were moaning in sync with one another, Tony from the feeling, and Louise from the determination to get him off.

Practiced motions, those of two who had done this copious amounts of times before, gave more evidence to the fact that this had truly been going on for a while.  This being, Louise going behind my back and fulfilling my deepest and darkest fantasy. Fantasy and real life, however, were quite different things. The last time Louise had indulged, it had been somewhat with both of us involved in some capacity. This time, my wife was truly going all out.

My heart was racing. It was hard to believe that Louise, my own wife, was sucking Tony's cock. But the proof was right there. Louise was bobbing her head on his dick like a pro, moaning as she did so, and rubbing her pussy.

My mind could barely grasp the full scope of it all. It was difficult to formulate how I felt, beyond horny of course. I was excited that Louise was fulfilling one of my secret kinks but was furious that she had betrayed and humiliated me.

I had wanted, even daydreamed of seeing my wife fucking, even for her to do it behind my back, caving her sacred vows for my sake and enjoyment. I had imagined it. Dreamed about it. But the actual thing? Well, I was still in a state of shock as my wife slobbered all over the teen's cock.

"You like that?" Tony asked Louise, pulling her hair to get her off his cock. She looked at him with a smile.

"Yeah," she said, stroking his shaft.

"Bigger than your husband's?" Tony asked, looking at me.

"By a lot," Louise said. She then leaned over and sucked his balls into her mouth.

"Fuck that feels so good," the teenager moaned. "Make your husband watch."

"Are you jealous that Tony can satisfy me the way I want it?" Louise asked, turning to me. "That is why he gets to own my ass and my mouth, and all you get is... whatever is left after that monster has been inside of me. He even came in me, claiming me. Over and over. Your wife is owned by another man because you're a cuck."

I could only grunt at their words. It was hard to determine if it was with the humiliation of her words, or from the hurt at hearing Louise giving herself over so completely to the teen. It felt so surreal, I couldn't quite grasp the scale of it all.

"You're doing really great, love," Louise said, bending down, kissing the top of Tony's cock. "And Tony has been doing really great caving me into being his personal slut. He fucks me so good."

"Yeah, that's right," Tony said, smacking Louise's ass.

"I'm just so sorry I wasn't honest with you," Louise said, crawling over to me. Before I knew it, her lips pressed against mine, and Tony's salty precum clung to her strongly. Blinded by lust, I didn't care. I kissed my wife deeply, and she pushed her tongue inside my mouth, the taste of another man, however faint, still lingering. "I hope you can forgive me."

I didn't have time to answer. Louise turned around and went back to Tony who had remained lying on the bed. She was about to bend down to resume sucking his cock again. She looked over her shoulder, turning her attention to me again. "To think I hated sucking cock, and then here we are. I can't say I love it, but I certainly will do it."

"For this cock," Tony reminded her, lifting it slightly to demonstrate it. Louise giggled, nodding, and grabbed his cock. I looked at its thick, meaty veiny appearance, my mouth growing dry. It was all of my fantasies coming true in ways I wouldn't have expected, and could barely stomach. But oh boy was it something.

I looked at Louise taking the top half into her mouth, gagging, but nonetheless pushing onwards. Determination to put that cock to full use was prominent in my wife, and it made her work all the harder. Louise kept at it with an impressive skill, making sure to make every second of her work count. It was so incredible and arousing to behold.

My dear wife was choking, gagging, and moaning around the huge shaft. All of her inhibitions were long gone, replaced with a lustful desire to fulfill her task. Tony's cock needed attention, and she was determined to deliver one suck, stroke, and gag at a time.

I thought about all the times she had teased me over the last few weeks. All the times she had said she had fucked Tony, or something like that, and the truth was right in front of my face. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as Louise pushed herself further down, trying to swallow more and more of the impressive length.

"Fuck, you're getting good at this," Tony groaned, stroking her hair. Louise moaned around his cock, looking up at him with pride, and perhaps a hint of lust. A type of pure carnal lust that she had never shown me, even during her hottest moments.

I winced from a mix of emotions as the weight of my realization continued to crush me. 'Suck it up,' I thought. This was what I wanted, right? Right? Yes, a part of me was fully in on this, relishing the chance, however bittersweet, of finally seeing my own wife acting like a complete slut. Tony's personal fuck toy, right before my very eyes.

"Fuck yes. There you go. You can take more. Good girl," Tony moaned, pulling Louise down his massive, rock-hard shaft. "There you go," Tony said again. His words seemed to encourage and urge my wife on. His approval of her work was paramount. And she gave everything to get it, showing an ability that shouldn't have been shocking considering the large amounts of practice Louise and Tony had clearly put in.

Louise looked into Tony's eyes and his into hers as he pushed more and more of himself into her mouth, while also pulling down her head harder. With a moan from her lips and an inhale of breath, Tony continued with a little extra thrust and managed to push down enough to lodge the majority of his length in Louise's mouth and down her throat.

My eyes widened as I saw that huge thing start to bulge my wife's poor little throat. Tony let out a huge moan of delight and then a shuddering groan as he began thrusting gently into Louise's face like he was making love to her mouth.

I felt a pang of hurt yet again at what was playing out before my very eyes, but the image before me was far too exquisite to behold. Far too amazing. How could I look away?

It was almost unfair, how effortlessly Tony and Louise were moving in tandem. And with such a profound connection. Clearly, they were practiced and that fact felt like I was the one intruding. It activated some sort of want to either run away, but like with other disasters, I couldn't seem to pry my eyes away from the horrifying spectacle, the damning testament to what had transpired right under my nose.

So in my horror and embarrassment, my morbid curiosity took center stage. Louise was right. I was indeed a cuck, getting off on the fact that my wife had given away parts of herself so freely to another man. Not just once, but for a whole month.

"Lay on your back right now," Tony suddenly said with urgency and need in his tone, all to the sounds of a sloppy mouth popping as Louise removed herself from his cock. Without question, Louise laid down and spread her legs eagerly for him to move in between them. My wife was eager for his big cock, biting her lip as she watched him hurry between her thighs.

Unfortunately, Tony now blocked the view with his ass, so I couldn't see the moment of impact. I could move, but the moment had rendered me immobile. A heavy stone had planted itself in my stomach. I looked at Louise in time to see her face contorting in pain and pleasure as Tony was no doubt entering her. After all, that thing couldn't possibly be going inside her without some form of protest, right?

Tony's ass flexed hard, and just like that, Louise and I both let out a massive moan.

"God," I heard my wife gasp from the intensity. The bed rattled, and the two moved as one. Both grunting and groaning, with Louise crying out now and again. Her soft calves dangled up and down on either side of Tony's massive form, her toes flexed. That didn't matter to Tony, however. He just kept pushing inside her, not stopping.

I swallowed a few times as my throat seemed to be incredibly dry, but I doubted water would do much to rectify it. Seeing another man claim what I believed was mine was, like last time, a lot to take in.

"Fuck me... give me your big fucking cock," Louise grunted. "I love your big cock, and how it fills me up!"

"Yeah? Better than John?" Tony asked. Using my name shot a jolt through my entire body, most importantly my cock.

"Yes," Louise gasped. "Yes! Oh, God... your big, hard fucking dick makes me feel so good! So fucking good!"

"John doesn't make you cum like this," Tony growled. The teen leaned forward to maul Louise's precious breasts, before tossing over his shoulder, "Check it out, John. I'm gonna make your wife cum!"

"TONY!" Louise squealed. "Yes! I'm gonna... yes!! YESSS!" she screamed, clutching his back.

Tony shoved his cock into her relentlessly, causing her breasts to wobble and bounce everywhere. Louise was bucking beneath the huge teen, her toes curling as pleasure ripped through her body. I watched with wide eyes as he plowed her hard, causing the biggest orgasm of her life.

The bed creaked heavily and shook violently as Louise was plowed hard into the mattress, the pounding incessant, as was the pleasure.

Her loud screams only served to remind me that, yes, this was my life. Another man was not only having sex with my wife but making her have a bigger orgasm than I have ever given her. As Louise came on the fat shaft, Tony was feeling what was previously exclusive to me. My wife had never screamed as loud and cum as hard with me. Ever. Not once.

As it passed, leaving Louise gasping, Tony pulled out and left her laying there. Louise looked fucked, her breathing was ragged, her face was still contorted in ecstasy and the sweat clung to her flushed face. Louise was a perfect mess, and not even the sight of her body struggling to relax was able to douse my arousal.

"No rest for the wicked," the teenager said and turned to me.

"How do I look?" Louise asked. I was surprised to even hear her voice after that. I was worried for a second, in fact.

"Amazing," I said. And she did. Well fucked, desperate for more, but exhausted. Exactly the way she was supposed to look after a good fucking. But of course, it wasn't from me, her husband, and the man who had promised to keep her safe and satisfied, the man who had promised her children and the family she desired.

Louise looked up to me and smiled faintly.

"Thank you, babe. This is just what you want, and I wanted to be the one who gave it to you," she said. At this point, the whole evening had been quite an emotional whirlwind of confusion, and anger, even sadness. But I felt more numb than anything, my cock in control more than any emotion that welled within. "I know this was for you, but Jesus Christ, I can't help but love it."

My heart raced as Tony picked Louise up and set her down on all fours. Tony grabbed his cock with one hand and used the other to part my wife's butt cheeks. This time they were facing me, so I was still not able to fully see that fat hog stretch my wife open, or witness it when he bottomed out in her.

But Louise's face told the tale.

"Oh. God. It feels so...," she groaned. "Huge," Louise gasped, mouth wide open and her eyes squinted. I could hear the hiss as she breathed in. "It's fucking stretching me. It hurts, and it feels so fucking good!"

Tony spanked Louise's left cheek hard and shoved her head into the bed with a hand on the back of her neck. Louise moaned louder, no doubt loving every second of it as Tony pounded her into the bed hard.

"Ow! It's splitting me in half! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck!" Louise cried, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her.

"You hear that? That's the sound of my big dick tearing up your wife's pretty little pussy," Tony laughed, fucking her hard enough that the bed rocked against the wall. Louise moaned and whimpered under his powerful body slamming down on hers. Tony, too, was in heaven, moaning along with her as he pounded my wife from above. Louise had never looked sexier than when her mouth opened up in pure ecstatic bliss, eyes staring off blankly at nothing as he ravaged her.

With his hands clutching her hair, Tony fucked my wife with a speed and ferocity, I hadn't known was possible. Then he slapped her ass and grinned at me.

"Still think it was worth it?" Tony asked. My wife smiled back at him, as if in on some sort of joke. "Getting cucked, I mean? Now your wife is hooked. Even if it's over tonight, you'll always look over your shoulder. And who knows, ugh, perhaps with good reason."

My heart felt like it skipped a beat as Tony chuckled at his own comment.

"I can't help it, John," Louise said. "It feels so amazing. Tony's cock is amazing."

"Louise," I muttered, not knowing what to say.

"You wanted me to be honest, didn't you?" she asked. "You wanted me to fuck other men. You wanted to see me get fucked, and feel humiliated. Well, here we are."

"Fuck," I groaned, watching as Tony reached down to rub my wife's clit, causing her to gasp and moan loudly.

"Yeah, you're gonna cum on this cock again," Tony said. "Gonna break you in front of ol' Johnny boy over here."

"Oh, yes. YES!"

"I can't believe this is happening," I muttered. I then realized I was no longer gagged. No longer Louise's panties had rolled out some time ago.

"Believe THIS!" Tony grunted, and Louise's eyes rolled back into her skull, hoarsely moaning and groaning, shrieking as her body tensed.

"Tony! Tony!" Louise gasped and came all over the teen's cock. She shuddered and twitched violently under him, her legs kicking as she orgasmed for an eternity.

Tony slowed down to let Louise come down from her high. I could barely believe how hard she had cum. The sight of my wife looking like a limp rag doll, completely fucked senseless, was certainly one of the most surreal and erotic things I have ever seen.

Tony slapped her ass and started thrusting into her harder.

"Ugh," she mumbled as she turned and looked at me. Louise's eyes looked completely lifeless like she was on drugs or something. Like she wasn't all there.

"Get over here. You've been good, so I'll throw you a bone," Tony said, sweating like a pig from the humid temperature that had layered our bedroom.

I awkwardly got to my feet, wondering where this was going. There was no mistaking the tightness in my underwear from how aroused the whole ordeal made me, but I guess that unlike in public, that was to be expected. Louise seemed out of it still, resting prone on the bed while Tony sunk and withdrew his cock over and over again.

"Make his dreams come true," Tony grunted. It was an order, not a suggestion. "Show him how good of a slut I've made you. Call it my birthday gift, but I'm sure Louise won't mind if I let her suck you off. God knows you need it!"

Wait, truly? Was Louise gonna do that?

"Yes," Louise muttered. "You've earned it."

My heart was beating loudly in my chest as Louise beckoned me to come closer.

I looked at her, wondering if this was a dream. If it was, I didn't want it to end, I thought to myself, before stepping forward to my wife.

She grabbed the elastic of my underwear, and I looked down at her as she pulled them down. I was already painfully erect from everything that had happened up till now, and the anticipation for what was to come had me trembling. I wanted Louise to blow me for years, but she always said it was disgusting. Now, however, she was ready to go.

"Fuck, she's so sexy," Tony groaned. "I just wanna fuck her all night."

"Mmhmm," Louise said, wrapping her soft fingers around my shaft, and looking up at me. She gave me a small smile and leaned in, and started licking the tip of my cock. My entire body felt like it was on fire as I felt my wife's tongue swirl around the head of my cock, before she wrapped her soft, warm lips around me, sending me straight to the most cushioned version of heaven.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my wife, bobbing her head slowly on my shaft.

"How's that feel?" Tony asked, still thrusting into my wife.

"Amazing," I gasped.

"You better enjoy it, I know you will. This ass, however, is all mine," Tony grunted, slapping the aforementioned ass for emphasis. "We don't even want you around when that happens, so heads up on that."

I heard him say it, but my brain was on another level of bliss as my wife kept sucking me. That, combined with the sounds, the visuals, and the sheer overwhelming nature of the situation, made my mind spiral with the hottest pleasure I could imagine.

And then I exploded in her mouth.

"Uhhh," I grunted and felt my balls spasm as ropes of hot, thick cum blasted into Louise's waiting, eager, and willing mouth. There was a brief moment, a glint of surprise and disappointment as Louise realized that I didn't last nearly as long as the stud pounding her from behind.

Then Louise swallowed it all with a smile, and she got back to sucking me for a brief moment as the last few drops fell onto her tongue, before pulling her mouth back and looking up.

"Happy Birthday, baby," she said, smiling at me regardless of my shortcomings. "I hope you're happy. And at least you taste better than Tony."

I had never been happier.

"Thank you," I said, breathing heavily, moving to slump down in the chair again. Was blowjobs always this draining?

Meanwhile, Tony had slid out of Louise's squelching pussy, moved her onto her back so she looked up at him, and proceeded to mount her. My wife had her legs spread wide for him, and her arms were wrapped around his shoulders.

"Oh, yes. Yes!" Louise screamed.

"Your wife is so fucking hot," Tony said, his huge shaft disappearing between my wife's silky, dripping thighs. He hammered his huge dick deep inside my wife's pussy, with wet sounds accompanying his movements. From this angle I could look down her face, past her tits, toward where his humongous meat split my wife open, filled her with more cock than I could ever hope for.

As Tony took my wife, his cock steadily deflating her gut with each push, Louise moan heavily again. I didn't think she'd cum right away, but it was obvious that she loved having Tony inside her. His dick was much bigger than mine, and his fucking skill was unmatched.

"Can't... can't last much longer," he groaned.

"Me either," Louise gasped, her legs quivering violently and her fingers dug into his back. "Oh, fuck! Fuck!"

Tony hilted himself in Louise with a final effort, and I looked in awe as my wife arched her back, pushing her magnificent breasts against Tony's chest, her fingernails clawed at the teenager's back, and her legs closed around his hips.

"Uh, uh, oh god! Ugh!"

"Yes!" he groaned, pumping my wife with the last of his strength. Louise was completely losing it, her body going through violent convulsions from her immense orgasm as she was getting filled up with loads upon loads of Tony's hot white sticky seed. "Yes, you're milking my cock, you tight slut."

After their joint orgasms tapered off, Tony collapsed on top of my wife's spent and exhausted body, crushing her under his big and heavy frame. Their bodies glistened with a nice sheen from the sex and the temperature in the room. It took almost two minutes before Tony even had the energy and composure to get out of bed, pull up his boxers, and move for the bathroom.

"John. Babe," Louise cooed.

"What?" I said. I had seen stars I had cum so hard.

"Fuck your wife. Now."

I froze in place. What did she just ask of me? Did she really want to be fucked after getting filled up by Tony?

"Please, baby. Please?" she asked, turning over and lifting her ass to me.

It was a beautiful sight. Louise's pussy was swollen and used, dripping with a mixture of her and Tony's cum. As I moved up, I saw a heavy stream of chunky, steaming, even stinking, semen oozing from my wife's battered entrance. My heart raced.

"Louise," I muttered, looking at the creampie that Tony had left my wife with.

"Do it," she said. "I want it. I need it, no, we need it!"

I pushed my cock inside my wife's well-fucked hole, and it felt like heaven. I bottomed out inside her, and the sensation was nothing short of mind-blowing. Her pussy was warm, wet, soft, and slippery, and it felt incredible to be inside her again.

"Fuuuck," I moaned as I began moving.

"Yes," Louise cooed. "Fuck me, babe. Fuck me good."

I could hear Louise's breath hitch as she felt my dick push inside her. It was the strangest, most erotic thing I had ever experienced. It was also the hardest I had ever fucked her. There was something about the whole thing, about the feeling of my wife's pussy around my dick, knowing and feeling the sloppy seconds of Tony cling to my own erection, that made my balls tighten with anticipation, my thrusts grow erratic, and my body tense.

"That's it, baby," Louise whispered. "Fill me up. Give me your load. Reclaim me, John!"

Louise was so wet, but still, I couldn't escape the fact that sex with her was different. Her reactions to me, even as I fucked her with the most animalism ever, weren't there. She encouraging, whispering, and cooing, but she wasn't moaning. She wasn't gasping. The difference between the two was vast, and it was a bitter pill to swallow.

As I came inside her, I realized Tony had ruined her. Ruined her for me, and I should have been angry, but it made my orgasm so much better.

After my wife and I finished, Louise lay there and smiled.

"I hope you're happy now, baby," she said. "You know what I said about cucking you? I really meant it. I'm going to fuck Tony more and more often. And I don't want you to stop me. If he wants me, he's getting me."

I swallowed hard at her words, not knowing what to say. A part of me was jealous, but another part was happy for her. My wife deserved to be treated well, and this was what I wanted, right?

"Thank you," I said, stroking her hair. Louise smiled at me.

"Happy Birthday, babe," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too."

We laid there in silence for a while, and then we heard the shower running. Louise chuckled.

"I need a shower too. Jesus. I'm sweaty and gross. Two guys creampied me today, can you believe that?" Louise said to me.

"Lucky girl," I joked. She giggled and moved to get up.

I of course watched her fit cheeks slightly jiggle as she paraded across the floor towards the bathroom door. Louise looked over her shoulder, caught me ogling, and grinned. Then she disappeared behind the door.

For a minute or so, there was a thick silence in the air that weighed me down in the best possible way.

Suddenly, however, there was a series of loud thuds from behind the door, accompanied by muffled shrieks of delight. Tony wasn't the type to get satisfied in one round. And my wife was thrilled to receive the gift of that particular talent.

You'd think that when I came I'd be beat, but my arousal was still just as strong. I moved over so I could hear everything, and it didn't disappoint. I heard my wife, screaming and begging to get fucked harder and harder. My cock was throbbing again as the sounds of sex drifted into the bedroom.

"Fuck, give me more," Louise screamed. "God, Tony... YES!! YES!! That's it!"

"God, Louise," Tony laughed, panting from his hard work. "Your pussy is so tight! Ugh! Jesus, you're a dirty little thing, aren't you!"

My wife let out an uncontrollable stream of whimpers, yelps, and desperate panting. I imagined her eyes rolling back into her head, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she was getting fucked into a complete mess. I knew Tony was hitting spots I'd never reach, nor would I ever be able to stretch her out like he did. I'd never get her to make sounds like that nor for her to plead the way she did for Tony.

"Fuck yes...," Louise moaned. "Yes! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Ugh... me too!"

"Gimme your cum, Tony!" Louise squealed, before descending into more grunts and moans as she had another orgasm, no doubt.

"I'm cumming, Louise!" Tony said, thrusting hard into her.

I stroked myself slowly, hearing my wife moan loudly, her pussy squelching with the hot load of semen Tony had deposited inside of her. It was so erotic to listen to the two of them. It was all so perfect. Eavesdropping on their private little rump.

"Clean my shit," I heard Tony mumble as the shower restarted. Even through the door, I could hear Louse worship his fat meat, sucking the disgusting rod like a champion. Her gags echoed in the tiled room.

The water drowned out most sound for a moment, until the shower turned off, and they made their way to the doorway. I quickly hurried away, unsure why I'd sneak off. I wasn't intruding, this was all for me after all.

They got out, still slightly dripping and very wet, but looking refreshed. Louise's entire face brightened up when her eyes met mine, but not as much as the twinkle in her eyes as her sight fell down between my legs.

"Having fun?" she teased.

"Yes," I said sheepishly. "It's unbelievable."

Louise smiled over at me, making her way over so she could whisper in my ear. "You could never fuck me like Tony can," she breathed. "I think I made a mistake ever fucking Tony. Now I can't get enough. I can't stop thinking about that huge, thick cock splitting me open."

"He's ruined you," I groaned, my dick pulsing. Louise looked at me, licking her lips.

"I don't want to be fixed. I don't care if it's wrong, I just know it feels right now," she said.

Tony stepped forward, cock swaying in the air, looking at us. Louise immediately looked over her shoulder, lust in her eyes.

"I'm not done yet," the teen said. I didn't see the first blow, but I heard him spank my wife hard on the ass, and she moaned. "Lay down," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," she said and quickly did as she was told, getting settled nice and widespread on the bed. Tony moved between her legs and positioned himself on top of her. Louise was just as eager, and she spread her legs widely and reached down, using both hands to hold her pussy lips open.

Tony didn't wait another second and slid right inside her, causing her to groan.

"Tonyyy, oh! Fuck! It feels so... Slow, please– AH! Aaaah."

Tony smiled and gripped my wife's big voluptuous tits as she lay on the bed, legs in the air as he slammed his big tool inside her as he plowed her down into the mattress. Tony held her behind her knees, and she was so wet he had no problem pushing his fat hog inside her hard and at a decent pace. Not too fast, as to not break her, it seemed, but he was really fucking her well, and giving it all to her.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Tony grunted. "John could never fuck you like I do!"

"No-one ever has," Louise said. "Only you fuck me so well, Tony!"

"Fuck. Damn, you feel so good," he gasped and began kissing and biting at Louise's neck, pinning her to the bed, pumping her with hard, precise movements, filling the room with their filthy moans. He grunted and growled, and she whimpered.

I was honestly impressed by their stamina, having already done it two times so far, but now again. Maybe youth had an advantage. For sure, Tony's thick, strong-looking shaft plunged into my wife's silky-smooth slit over and over again.

"Yes, yes, YES! AH!" Louise cried out in pleasure. "Fuck! Tony! I'm going to... I'm gonna... YES!"

Louise screamed loudly as she came, and Tony moaned deeply.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight when you cum!" Tony grunted.

I stroked myself faster, unable to keep up with them, and came just as Louise was winding down from her climax.

"Fuck," I groaned and leaned back in my chair, trying to catch my breath.

"Don't worry, John. We'll keep going for you." Tony said. "You hear that, Louise?"

"Yes!" Louise groaned. "Keep fucking me, ugh, God! Tony! It's so big! Yes! More!"

I sat there and watched as Tony ravaged my precious wife. Their bodies kept moving, colliding with loud, hard smacks, filling our quiet night with so much sound. Tony, for the longest time, just hammered my wife deep, driving himself into her with each forceful thrust. All the while, Louise would just lay there, taking every bit of what he gave her.

Tony didn't seem bothered at all, and my wife's eyes rolled up in pure bliss. She moaned deeply and started thrashing a bit, spasming and jerking uncontrollably as he plundered her with his pole.

"TOOONY!" my wife squealed, her body convulsing beneath him, clutching tightly as she orgasmed yet again.

Tony slowed down to halt his own release, closing his eyes from all the tight, warm pleasure he got from my wife. It took a solid minute, maybe even two for Louise to stop cumming, but by then, the pressure in Tony's nuts must have been unbearable.

"Fuck. Fuck." Tony gasped, pulling his shaft slowly from my wife's spent pussy. Thick white droplets, ran down Louise's wide-stretched lips.

Louise looked positively exhausted, barely capable of any form of movement at this point, and a few small droplets were visible near the corners of her mouth. Tony didn't give her even a minute to recover though, not caring much that she was about to pass out from the continuous mindblowing orgasms he'd given her.

Tony slapped the thick cock wetly against her pussy lips, before lining up the huge tip with her entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside her.

"Oh... God! Aaah!" Louise cried out, throwing her head back on the pillows.

The teen didn't wait for Louise to get used to his size again and quickly started to thrust in and out of my wife at a decent speed, and the sounds that came from the union of their sexes were filthy.

My mouth felt so dry from the wild spectacle they were putting on, and it seemed like I was witnessing something so raw and real. Perhaps ‘seem’ was a poor choice of phrase. I didn't want to blink. Nothing could stop this train wreck. In fact, I think momentarily they forgot I was even there. It was crazy to think that this was for me, that Louise cheated on me, and now cucked me right in front of me despite how I had reacted before. That all this was my birthday present.

And despite it being my present, my throat had been dry for so long now, it seemed as if they had been going on for hours by now, and perhaps they had. But, I figured a glass of water downstairs was fitting. So I took the chance to get up and head out of the room.

As I descended the stairs, I heard them go at it upstairs, and I was surprised by how much noise they made. It was muffled, but it was noticeable. Even from down the stairs. Even from down the hallway. And even still, faintly, from the kitchen.

I shook my head as I poured myself a glass of water, smiling as I realized this was truly happening. My wife was being fucked by another man. Right now it was happening. And not just any man, but a teen. A teen who should have no business fucking a prime woman like Louise. In fact, Louise would never have even entertained a guy, and a student at that, like Tony at all without me insisting that she do so. And she did it for me. To make me happy.

It was crazy to think that one of the hottest, most attractive, and most beautiful women I've ever seen was letting a kid have his way with her. The jealousy one would expect was there, the shame, and the humiliation, but I was a masochist when it came to these things, it seemed.

As I made my way up the stairs again, I noticed that the sound of their lovemaking had stopped. They must have finished, I figured.

"I'm back," I said, smiling as I stepped through the doorway.

Tony was in the process of putting his clothes back on again, while Louise was lying limp on the bed with white, thick goo drooling from between her legs. She looked so filthy, so, dare I say it, slutty. So degraded and used. Reduced.

"That's it," Tony said, standing there in his underwear. "I hope you liked your present."

"Yes," I said, looking at Louise. Louise's eyes were closed, her breathing still somewhat heavy from their last fuck. I could barely take my eyes off her. So hot.

"Good," Tony said, making his way towards the door, but then stopped in his tracks. "Oh, I forgot to say. Happy Birthday!" he said and shot me a grin, before making his way out of the bedroom.

I quickly climbed up the bed towards my well-fucked wife, feeling her breasts heave as she breathed in and out. She was exhausted from their intense lovemaking.

"Did you like that?" Louise mumbled, turning to me. Her face was red and sweaty, and her makeup was smudged. Her hair was also messy. She was a wreck, but she looked beautiful.

"I loved it," I said, stroking her hair. "You're amazing, babe."

"I'm glad," she said. "I did it for you, after all. You wanted this, didn't you?"

I looked down at my wife, and I couldn't deny that what she was saying was true. She asked me, looking at me lovingly. Lovingly despite her appearance. Despite the fact that she had just gotten fucked senseless by a young stud.

"Yes," I admitted. As much as I didn't want to. Or, as much as I shouldn't. Just the thought of Louise sleeping with Tony regularly over the previous month was enough. "I did."

Louise smiled faintly at me, and I leaned down to kiss her. My wife's lips felt perfect on mine as our tongues gently danced. It was an amazing experience, even if I was tasting Tony's cock in her mouth.

"You taste like cock," I said, looking at her. Louise chuckled at me, shaking her head.

"Yeah, I know," she said before letting out a sigh. "Jesus Christ. That was amazing. And I came so many times. God, I feel so good."

Hearing my wife gloat about another man fucking her, without guilt and regret, and more importantly, making her cum so hard, made my heart sink. But I loved it. It was so wrong, but it was so hot. I loved the jealousy. The humiliation. The pain.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, babe," I said, feeling slightly defeated. "You looked so sexy when he fucked you."

"He fucked your wife so good," Louise said, biting her lip. "Tony fucked your wife so much better than you could ever dream of doing. And now I want you to do something for me, babe."

I nodded eagerly at her. "Anything." Louise slid her hand down to my erection and I let out a groan. Even as worn out as she was, she still wanted me to, what was it, reclaim her.

"Fuck me, babe," Louise said. "Please?"

I nodded again, moving to mount my wife. Louise spread her legs for me, and I positioned my cock at her entrance, which was gaping slightly from her intense workout. And the thick, chunky white goo still made it look like a slippery mess.

"Did you know, during that month, you fucked me a few times just after Tony had been there?" Louise asked, looking up at me. I gulped. "You were fucking his sloppy seconds, babe, and you didn't even know it."

My cock pulsed at her words, and I slowly pushed myself inside her. My wife was so warm and soft inside. So welcoming.

"And, god, I loved it. It was so fucked up, so naughty," she said, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt me enter her. "Fuck. You're so much smaller than him. Tony ruined my pussy, babe. Ruined me for you, but I still want you to try."

I thrust in and out of Louise, who kept gasping and moaning, her body shaking gently as she lay there beneath me, spent and tired from her session with Tony. I was close to cumming already, just from the feeling of being inside her after she'd been used.

"Tony stretches me out sooo good, babe," Louise moaned. "He reaches places you could never dream of reaching. And there’s nothing you and I can do about it. And, oh God, he feels so good. Fucks me so good. You can't beat that, babe. I can barely feel you right now."

I grunted, and my wife's eyes shot open as she realized how close I was.

"That's right, baby," Louise said, cupping my cheeks. "Cum in your cheating slut wife, knowing you haven't satisfied her, knowing that Tony did so much better, that he does so much better. He's fucking your wife better than you ever could. Fill me up, babe. Show me you still got it."

I grunted and groaned as my wife kept talking, kept taunting me, and it wasn't long before I exploded inside her with a loud moan, adding my load to Tony's huge chunks and creamy loads. It was disgusting, but it was hot.

I collapsed on top of her, feeling my cum ooze out from around my cock, seeping onto the bedsheets as I laid there.

"There you go," Louise said, stroking my hair. "I hope you're happy, babe. I really hope you're happy."

I smiled. I was happy. But I also felt a hint of sadness. I couldn't deny it. Arousal had clouded the shame, the humiliation, the jealousy, and most of all the burn from her betrayal. The guilt. But it was there. Deep inside me, festering like a wound.

Now that I was spent, the arousal was gone, all those horrible emotions were what I was left with. It was like a cloud had parted and reality shone me right in the face.

What we had done was wrong. My wife had cheated on me. Not just once, but over a period of weeks. She had done things with Tony she'd never allowed me to do, and would not allow probably. It hurt badly, and while that would've aroused me too, now I was slowly sobering up to that reality.

"Are you alright?" Louise asked, still stroking my hair. "You went quiet."

"Yeah," I muttered. "I just... it's a lot to take in."

Louise looked at me, concerned. "I'm sorry, babe," she said. "I didn't mean to make you upset. I thought you wanted this."

I sighed. "I did. I mean, I do."

"Then what's wrong?"

I looked away for a moment, wondering what to say. How could I explain this to her? That I felt sad. Angry. Used. Disappointed. Both in me and her. She had done this for me she said, but how could a full affair be for me? Sure, I had my dark fetishes, but this was beyond that, surely? I had been caught up at the realization of this happening again, but as the scale of this betrayal settled on me, I was confused more than anything. Like I wanted to run, but I was so oddly aroused by this it made my judgment weak.

"I don't know," I muttered. "I just... I can't believe you've done that. That you cheated on me. I mean, you let him fuck you for weeks, Louise, without me knowing. I mean, we had a break because you thought was enough. And before that, we had rules in place to include me. Those were your ideas and I abided by them."

"That's why we filmed it," Louise explained a bit desperately. "So you could see what you were missing out on. You said you wanted it."

I nodded. "I do," I said. "I'm just... I'm confused, Louise. This is so hot, but I don't understand it. I feel jealous, hurt, betrayed, and angry, but it's also turning me on."

My wife sighed, nodding slowly. "I understand," she said quietly. "I'm sorry. I just thought you wanted it. That it would make you happy."

"It does," I said.

Louise was fighting to stay awake, as she could tell I was still in a bit of turmoil, but she was worn out from our session, and she couldn't help but doze off as I laid there musing. I let her though.

I lay there next to her, my head a mess. What was I supposed to think? My wife had just slept with another man right in front of me, something I all agreed to, and she admitted it was for weeks. She said she did it for me, but that didn't seem like the whole truth. It was for me, but she enjoyed it too, didn't she? If it wasn't, she wouldn't have kept doing it behind my back.

I sighed as I moved to cuddle her. Louise was warm, soft, and her breathing was calm, and the rise and fall of her breasts was hypnotic. This beauty, this serene being. The things Tony had done to her. That she had let him do, and perhaps even enjoyed letting him do. I knew there had been teasing from her, and now I knew it was likely to be true.

How much had they done? It was hard to gather. She seemed so into it. There was no doubt she enjoyed it, but I couldn't tell to what extent.

Louise shifted slightly, moaning softly in her sleep. I watched her as she slept, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. I wondered if she had any idea just how gorgeous she was. I loved her, and I always will. I loved the way she looked, her body, her smile, her personality.

That is why it hurt so much, and that was why the betrayal seemed larger. And that was why the hurt and the betrayal seemed to never fail in turning me on, in some weird way. The pain made it real, made it dirty. And I loved it.

I kissed her cheek, before laying my head down on the pillow beside her.

She was my wife. Mine. No one else's. And I would have to keep telling myself that. Because she had proven she was more than willing to stray, even though she loved me, and she only did it for me.

*

The confusion gave me a restless night, and when I woke up, it was very early. Louise was still fast asleep, looking so beautiful and peaceful. Her face was so angelic. She had no idea what was going on in my head.

I sighed and got up from the bed, getting dressed and heading downstairs. It was still dark outside, so I went and made myself some coffee, hoping it would wake me up and give me some clarity. Was this not what my deepest desires wanted? For my wife to cheat, have an affair, get pleasured by another man, and for my proper wife to act like a slut for someone else rather than me? To deny me, to degrade me? For me to sign my wife over to another man so he could do things to her that I couldn’t?

The truth was yes, it was. It was a dream come true, but the fact that it was actually happening the way it did was surreal. I never expected it to actually happen, and least of discover that it had been going on and just under my nose. Did this mean there was stuff she wasn't telling me? I wanted to trust Louise, I loved her, but she had already done this behind my back without me knowing. Then there was that first time in the shower, and the car session just after. She had told me, but after the fact. Much like now. Did I really know her as much as I thought I did?

Again, did I not want that though? For me to be at work and wonder whether I was going to come home to a freshly fucked Louise? For me to wonder whether she was out with Tony, letting him pleasure her and whether he was the one to do the things to her I'd only dreamed of? To imagine her sucking his bigger cock, something I thought she'd never do in a million years?

And on that note... Was Tony truly such a specimen that he was able to not only convince my once-proper wife that she should blow him, but also give up her ass for him too? That my wife would submit was one thing, but to go that far as to let Tony have those things... It irked me, but it also stirred some dark corner of me, a devil on my shoulder whispering for me to keep going. To see where this leads.

I sighed and shook my head. This was all so much to take in. My wife had cheated on me. And she had lied to me about it. Or perhaps technically there had been no lies, but Louise certainly went behind my back, and she had done things with Tony I never imagined her doing. That I thought she'd never do.

I had never expected to be cucked by my wife after we broke it off the last time, but it was obvious that she had become interested in the guy. Part of me guiltily thought perhaps making videos for me, doing all those things for me, was a reason she gave herself to justify doing what she wanted to do. I loved it, but the idea of her just wanting to get fucked real good, using my fetish as an excuse, turned me on more than anything.

I thought about how hot she looked with Tony's cum dripping out of her. How she had sucked his dick so eagerly. How she had begged to get fucked by him again. How easily he'd plowed her, stretching her out so well, molding my wife to his personal needs. It was all so hot. I wanted more of it. I wanted to see her suck his cock more, get fucked by him again. Both with me there and not.

But trust was the key component to a healthy relationship.

I sipped my mug musing this further. It was barely getting light outside, but I think a jog was apt. I aldready had some fragments of an idea of how to regain that trust, and hopefully some closure. And maybe even get some more excitement from this whole affair down the line. I wanted to continue, to love Louise and trust her, so as I ran along the sidewalk, I thought about what to do.

When I came back home, it was light out, and Louise was awake. She was sitting on the couch, watching some early morning news program on TV. She hadn't put on her face yet, nor gotten ready for the day. Louise was never one for tears, but I could tell my sobered reaction had affected her.

"Hey," I said, stepping into the living room. Louise looked over at me, offering a weak smile.

"Hi," she said. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I said, smiling back at her. I then got serious as I sat down next to her. "I just have to ask... Do you love him?"

Whatever reaction I thought would come my way, laughter was far down on the list. It was more of a dismissive chuckle and a bit more, but still. "Sorry for laughing, but no way," Louise said earnestly. "Tony is a relatively nice young man, but he's a teen. He's inexperienced in so many things, and so immature. And he's not... You."

I nodded, taking it all in. She wasn't lying, and that made me feel better.

"Okay," I said. "I just had to ask."

Louise looked at me. "I guess," she said. "For my part, that has never wavered."

"Me too," I said, eager to recuperate so there was no doubt where we stood.

"I... got caught up in everything. It started out the way I envisioned, then one by one we sort of pushed the envelope. It was exciting, and Tony is so hung, and he fucks so good, babe. I love his dick. And it all just became a blur. I love you, babe, you know that, and I did all this for you, but I also wanted it for me. I hate that I do, but ever since I felt him inside me for the first time, I needed to keep doing it."

I sighed, nodding. That was about as honest as you could get, I figured.

"Okay," I said. "And I get that."

"You do?"

I nodded. "That is why this whole hotwife-cuckold thing turns me on so much. You put pleasure over me, which is fucked up, and why I love it. But I love you, and I forgive you."

Louise nodded. "I understand. And thank you. I know I've fucked up, but I'm glad you still want me. You're the only one for me, you know."

"I know," I said, kissing her softly. "We humans are such fickle beings," I chuckled. Louise smiled as well.

"I really misjudged it all."

"Perhaps it was just the scale of it all. And how far, over the span of just a few weeks. I mean, how many videos are there?" I asked. Louise blushed. That answered my question well enough.

"How can you ever trust me again?" Louise whimpered. "I even fucked him when Emily was here. Remember when I picked apples?"

“That is so slu–” I stopped myself.

"Slutty," Louise finished. "I hate it, but I can't help it. Also, he made me swear to be his obedient slut for the duration of my gift."

"And now?" I asked.

Louise shrugged. "I guess we're done with that. I hope. I understand if you can't trust me to hold my end, but that is what I hope for. Unless you want me to continue."

"I have some thoughts around that, but I need to think more about what I want to do, and what I need to do," I said. Louise's face nodded slowly, but she sensed at least that the danger was over. "Let's get some breakfast."

We spent the rest of that morning trying to avoid the topic. It wasn't something that was ridden with scars as it would've been in any other couple, but we both needed a break from it all. It being Saturday, we had plenty of time to finalize our plans for our vacation during Winter Break. Airplane tickets, lodging, and so on.

I had already gone for a jog earlier, but the two of us went for a regular walk instead, taking in the last remnants of the fall. It was weird how much had happened over the course of a few months. Fickle beings indeed, us humans.

For me, it had glanced by, but I could only imagine the turmoil Louise had gone through. Yes, she had fucked up, but I could still imagine the pain and suffering from peeling off layers of her own self to satisfy my fetishes. In some odd way, I found that endearing. Louise was a good woman, and she knew what I wanted, but it still pained her, and she still gave it all up for me. How could I hold a grudge against that? Wasn't that love, in some odd capacity?

Would I be brave to do something like that? Not that Louise had such fantasies. She'd sooner cut my balls off. Maybe I could use this mistake to push for a threesome with a second woman, finally, but that didn't seem right to me either. She hadn't been too happy when Emily had unfortunately tried her luck. Such a sweet girl and I honestly regretted that it ended that way with her.

But no. I don't think I would. To take such a chance, to risk everything. So what if she enjoyed it? It would devastate me if Louise went through it and hated every single second of it. Half the equation, the most significant part, of this whole hotwifing thing, was for Louise to be pleasured and give pleasure in return, to have fun with someone who was so far removed from being me, and she was obviously enjoying it. But so was I. It was a perfect storm in a way, and while I did feel sad about it, it was still so hot.

We got back home from our walk, and Louise got to cooking lunch. Leftover pasta, it seemed. My favorite. 

"John," Louise said, turning to me. "I just wanted to say that I'm very happy you were able to forgive me. Everything was my fault, no matter my intentions."

"It's fine. Honestly. Actually, I was thinking, and I've thought of this all day and night," I said. "That we should do it again. I mean, if you want to."

Louise smiled. "Yeah? You mean, I should cheat on you again? Is that a good idea?"

I nodded slowly.

"What if you regret it? Or get hurt again? I don't want to hurt you," Louise said.

"Well... that is a part of the reason why I suggested it," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Because I do get hurt, but it feels so good. And I know that I'll hurt, but that's part of the point."

Louise looked at me, thinking about it. "So, you want me to continue my affair with Tony?" she asked. "You want me to let him fuck your wife again?"

I gulped, my cock throbbing as she spoke. "Yes," I said. "And no. I want to do it one more time, then we both take a break. A long one. From Tony I mean. To prove to ourselves that this doesn’t control us."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, and then, when I think it's time again... Maybe we can do it again. But first I want to do it one more time, just to have done it once the right way," I said. "If you want. It's important for me that you'll enjoy it too. I love it as much as it hurts, but you getting your... fill, for lack of a better word, is the most important part."

Louise looked surprised and took a step forward to hug me.

"Of course," she said. "I think I like that idea. To do it the right way. If you want."

"I want to," I said, looking at her. "And..." I hesitated, a bit embarrassed. "I think its, ugh, alright if you deny me… blow jobs and anal."

Louise raised an eyebrow in even more surprise. Then she surprised me. "I'd do that anyway," she said.

"God," I gasped, getting a devious grin from Louise. But I had to get the rest out. “But… if he fucks you, erh, regularly… in the future… I’d prefer if that included me.”

Louise nodded. “Of course. If he wants my… pussy, then you’ll have to be there. We’re terrible with rules, but that one should be adamant. I want to make this right. For you, for us, and for me.”

"So... we're okay?" I felt silly to even ask.

"Yeah," she said. "We're okay."

Louise then kissed me deeply and passionately, pressing her body against me, her breasts feeling warm against me. I kissed her back, my hands moving down to cup her ass through her tight jeans. She moaned into my mouth, and I groaned.

I had never thought I'd say it, but I was actually looking forward to Tony fucking my wife again.

*

I went to work on Monday as normal while Louise went to school. We didn't talk much about it, and that was good, but we decided that the next time, our final time, that Louise should make the ‘arrangements’. We hadn't scheduled an appointment, but I had made sure that she knew that the lack of control, and that she took initiative, was probably best. That would make it more natural, but also that spoke to her lust for it to happen. I didn't want her to fake it, nor did I want to tell her what to do and how. Louise needed to go at her own pace, and I hoped she would want to do it soon.

It was a bit hard to concentrate, and I had to stop myself from watching the videos again. They were so hot, and it made me so hard every time I saw them. Yes, I had already seen a bunch of them. Not all, as there were so many, but a lot. And rewatched. Again and again. My staff must’ve wondered why I went to the bathroom so much.

Tony was such a stud, and Louise was a whore for him. It was insane to think about, but she was. Louise was his slut. And she loved it. She loved sucking his dick, getting fucked, and degraded. The more I watched, even at work, I knew I had made the right call. This was what I wanted. This was what my deepest desires wanted.

It was hot to think of Tony getting to fuck my wife whenever he wanted, to use her as he saw fit, and Louise letting him do so. That seemed to be the nature of their affair from the videos. Maybe that was the future after the break too.

And, in some odd way, it was my fault. I had introduced Louise to everything. I had given him access to my wife. I had opened the door, and now Tony had used that for himself, taking full advantage. He had made my wife cheat on me, and he had gotten Louise to let him fuck her again and again.

If Louise was able to stay truthful, despite how skilled Tony was, time would tell. And that would truly be a testament to her dedication to me, her love. She had already proven herself, but I couldn't help but worry a bit. Especially since I was about to let her go at it again.

It was crazy. Insane. But it was what I wanted, and I hoped it would go well.

When I got home from work, Louise was already home. I half expected Tony to already be railing her, but no. She smiled at me as I stepped through the doorway, and I noticed that she had gone through extra effort to dress up today. She looked stunning, her makeup done beautifully, her hair done as well, and wearing a red top and black jeans that hugged her muscled thighs perfectly, extenuating her hips beyond a feast. She looked smoking hot, and I couldn't help but notice how much she was showing off.

From her fit girthy thighs and hips hugged by those dark jeans, to her big breasts stretching the fabric of her top, to her slim waist. She was gorgeous.

"Hi," Louise said, kissing me. "How was work?"

"Fine," I said, kissing her back. "What's with the outfit? You look amazing."

Louise smiled at me. "I'm glad you like it," she said. "I'm... Well, I've been thinking a lot today, and I think I want Tony to fuck me tonight."

My heart sank. And then it soared. "That's great," I said. "Really?"

"Yeah. I want him to fuck me, and I want you to watch. And I want you to see how much better he fucks me than you ever could," Louise said, a wicked grin on her face. I could tell she was testing the waters with her words, but also loving the brutality of them. And loving my reaction.  "Are you sure you wanna do this?" she asked. "This is your out. I'm about to send him a message to invite him over after dinner, and once I send it there's no way back."

I nodded, looking at Louise. I had come this far, and I wasn't going to back down.

"Okay," Louise said, looking at me. "I guess I'll send it then."

I nodded again, feeling nervous. And excited. Louise got up and went to get her phone, sending the message to Tony. I felt butterflies in my stomach, wondering what tonight would bring.

*

Dinner was nice and calm, like calm before the storm. Both of us knew what was about to happen, so the nerves were there. This was, despite how much of the fetish we had covered, the first time we'd go through a session on both of our terms. However, part of my terms was that it was on Louise's terms. Weird how that works.

But I could tell. Louise wanted it. And we'd see how far it would take us.

Around an hour had passed after dinner, when the knock finally came on the door. It was 8 PM already. Exactly how late had he planned to come around?

Louise looked at me quickly from the dining table with a mix of excitement and some nervousness. before walking over to the door. Her footsteps sounded louder than they usually did. More weight to them. Or was that me imagining things?

She stopped, however, and turned to me. "So I understand, you want me to... degrade you, and deny you stuff? To take control and do whatever I like?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "I think it will be the most... real if you do that."

"Okay," Louise said. "Alright," she concluded, moving out to the hallway.

The lock on the door clicked and I heard it open. A moment later, I heard Louise greet Tony.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," Louise replied. "Come in."

The door closed and they both walked into the kitchen. I looked up to see Tony in his usual clothes, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt, and he had a big smile on his face.

"Hey, man," he said, looking at me

"Lovely evening, isn’t it?" I chuckled, trying my best not to sound bitter. I wasn't. At all, actually. Just very nervous.

He turned to Louise, who gave him a mischievous look. Tony smirked at her, a sign of confidence. I tried my hardest to appear normal and unphased, but efforts were swiftly ignored as Tony looked at my wife.

"Nice jeans. Really like how it makes your ass look," Tony said. I looked at him in surprise, wondering if Louise would let him get away with saying something like that. Louise chuckled a bit, playing it cool.

"Thanks," she said. "Oh!" she yelped as Tony sent a hand into her ass, spanking her, then filled his grip with her nicely shaped ass. It was so hot, watching her smile a bit at the contact, the way her body shifted slightly from the surprise slap, before turning around to send him a bit of a scolding glance. She even slightly pushed her ass into his mauling grip.

"Did I say you could do that?" she said, pursing her lips together, smirking slightly.

"No, but that doesn't mean I can't."

His retort earned him a cheeky giggle from her. He looked at me briefly. He winked, a confident expression on his face as he once again turned his gaze towards Louise, squeezing her big ass cheeks in his large hand.

"Should we?" Louise asked Tony quite eagerly, not daring to even look at me, nodding towards the stairs. "Can't wait."

"Ready for some dessert, are we?" Tony replied smugly. Louise grinned and nodded eagerly.

My heart raced in my chest, watching her lead him upstairs, knowing what they'd be doing. Louise glanced my way as they made it to the top landing, sending me a smile, then quickly looked away and disappeared down the hallway. Tony had followed right behind her.

A brief moment later I heard noises coming from our bedroom, and then the noise of the bed as its springs creaked from activity. Louise moaned, followed by Tony letting out a low groan. It sounded intense.

I didn't want to start watching just yet. For one, listening was almost as erotic. Secondly, I needed to compose myself and collect my thoughts. Tony was in my bedroom, in my marital bed. With my wife. Five minutes after he had arrived, they eagerly went to our bedroom. And now Tony was inside her.

I gulped and stood up. Slowly, carefully, and quietly, I climbed the stairs.

Every step up seemed like an eternity as the creaks under each step caused my heart to beat faster. As I reached the second floor, I could clearly make out their sounds. Louise's heavy breaths. Tony's low groans. Their bodies hitting each other with each powerful thrust. I wanted to throw up from the intensity of it all.

And it sounded hot. That, oddly enough, was the hardest part of it all. Loud, wet squelching, noises as I neared the bedroom. It wasn't subtle at all. Those sounds were my wife. Those moans were my wife. Those grunts were Tony pushing himself inside my wife.

"This pussy is yours, Tony! UGH! Yours!" Louise cried, moaning loudly as the bed creaked loudly.

I closed my eyes for a moment, composing myself. She was giving herself to another man. Allowing him to have her. All to satisfy my cuckold fetish, my love for seeing her with another man. Tony was in the process of making her submit herself to him and his needs.

"Take this big dick, baby! I love fucking you, you're such a slut," Tony groaned as I made it to the bedroom door.

"You're gonna make me cum, Tony! You fuck me so good! Don't stop!" Louise cried.

My stomach twisted as I took one last breath, then slowly opened the door. Louise was on her back, her legs spread wide. Tony held behind her knees, folding her down into the mattress as he pounded into her. She had her hands around his thick neck, looking up at him in amazement.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! Fuck me, Tony! Fuck your slut!" Louise whimpered.

"Ugh! Unf. Tell me you love my cock!" Tony groaned.

"I love it! I love your big cock, Tonyyy!" Louise squealed from under his mercy.

It was mesmerizing, watching them, hearing their deep and primal carnal lust for each other. It had been a birthday surprise last time, but now it was on equal terms. As equal as it gets in these relationships. It was my call, and I had opened up the door, and allowed her to continue.

Louise's heavy eyelids looked towards me, seeing me enter the room to watch the spectacle. She smiled happily as her breath hitched and moaned.

"How does it feel? Watching me getting fucked while you're standing there?"

I stared at Louise. "It's amazing," I admitted. "You look so beautiful."

Louise giggled. "Thanks," she said, turning her gaze to Tony. "Keep going. Faster."

"Your wish is my command, baby," Tony grunted, increasing his pace, plowing into my wife harder, making the poor bed creak rhythmically with every thrust. Louise moaned in response as Tony picked up the tempo, momentarily forgetting my presence.

I was completely and utterly hypnotized watching them together. They looked good together. How many times had I fantasized about them? Probably thousands of times. And now here it was, right in front of me again. A sight that amazed me every time I witnessed it. How could she love it so much? She was losing her mind beneath him, clinging onto him, her pussy squelching and tightening around his fat girth.

"Shit! You're too good! F-fuck," Louise whined. "Don't you dare stop now! Make me cum!" she added, letting go of his thick neck, getting herself comfortable on the mattress, her full breasts bouncing around as Tony relentlessly continued hammering his tool into her dripping pussy.

He then suddenly slid out of Louise, getting an impatient groan from her. Tony smirked, before flipping her around easy as can be, making her gasp. Then he slid his dick back inside her and continued fucking her, one knee planted on the outside of her left hip, his foot propped up on the outside of her right hip. His big quickly gripped her hips and my wife's tits soon bounced around as he ravaged her from behind, filling her up.

"God, yes! Fucking pound my pussy!" Louise squealed.

"Your pussy was made for this cock, baby," Tony growled, slapping her ass to her delight. He was so rough with my poor wife, and she loved it. "Your husband doesn't deserve any of this!"

"No! He doesn't!" Louise whimpered, making a deep pit in my stomach that equally made me gasp from the surge of arousal that burned in my chest, my cock fully hard in my pants. 

Watching this hot woman getting fucked so roughly, and how Tony treated her, and hearing the words, how dirty it was... My jaw was on the floor. "This is all for you, baby,” she moaned, turning to Tony. “Give me every fucking inch!”

Tony laughed, reaching over and yanking my wife's hair to make her squeal and gasp. I almost had a heart attack watching her submissive display of arousal, her enjoyment of his rough dominance over her. "It's your lucky day," Tony grunted, roughly slamming away at her. "Fuck that fucking tight hole is gonna milk me dry!"

Tony turned to me and I turned beat red. The massive teenage stud was grinning, slamming his pelvis against my wife's toned ass, and it only made me even hornier to be taunted by him.

"Poor hubby has no idea what a slut his wife is! That's your fault, man. Couldn't give her what she needed!" Tony spat, driving his rod as hard as he could into her. The sounds of their coupling got more and more frantic. "I bet I can make her my slut behind your back again, even without no stupid fucking videos to make. Even when you're on your so-called break!"

"Oh yes!" Louise squealed. I wasn't sure if it was in response to what Tony said, or that he pulled on her hair and fucked her hard. "YES!"

"Gonna make you cum," Tony said, getting a delighted whimper from Louise. He had been holding back.

But instead of getting frantic like I sort of expected, his thrusts became harder and more deliberate, finding an even pace as he sent his shaft home into her. My wife, for the first time, tensed up, clenching her teeth, arching her head back in a mix of pleasure and agony. Her muscles went tense, and her eyes clenched.

"Keep going, Tony," Louise encouraged, gritting her teeth.

Tony was unrelenting, burying his rod inside her every time, their bodies rocking against each other, the entire bed shook beneath their movements. I had never seen or imagined her being this worked up. Never in my wildest dreams. But it was hot beyond anything I had imagined or experienced before.

"Come on! Right there!" Louise moaned loudly. "Make me cum!"

And the sounds it made. The noise of him pistoning her tightness over and over. They were so raw and feral, filled with pure passion, and the urgency of both parties. Louise's fingers curled, scraping across the mattress and clutching desperately at it, as she squealed, writhing and convulsing under his fucking, the whole bed shaking from their furious motions.

"Yesyesyes! Tony!"

My wife began screaming wildly, going off completely. The orgasm tore through her and set her alight as her pussy visibly contracted, the sensation gripping him and sucking him deeper. Then, despite how she was getting fucked, Louise went completely limp, save for the twitches from her climax, letting out a strained and ecstatic gasp, her chest still rising and falling deeply with her harsh breaths.

He had done it again, made my wife climax, to cum, more intensely and deeply than I ever could. He was far better than me, and we had both witnessed it again. His massive glistening shaft stood at attention, having slid from my wife who was now a heaving mess of exhaustion. He pumped his pole slowly as he watched her, a pleased smirk on his face.

He seemed to wait for something, reading some bodily sign from Louise that was unseen by me.

I was almost worried Louise was passed out, but I could see she had a small devious smile on her face. Slowly creasing out as if she had some naughty secret she was about to spill. When she spoke, my mind went into total shambles.

"John... I know it's messed up to ask, but could you leave the room?" Louise asked, not even looking at me.

My jaw was agape and it was hard to gather words. "Really?" I asked, swallowing a massive lump in my throat. She wanted me to leave? "W-why?"

"I... I want him in my ass, and that's all for Tony," Louise explained, propping her on her shoulders.

I was absolutely flabbergasted, and I couldn't believe my ears. Louise looked at me, smiling mischievously as she rolled onto her back, then spread her legs again. I stood there, staring at her, my cock throbbing hard. My wife wanted me to leave so Tony could fuck her ass. The humiliation of being sent out, the jealousy of them having a private moment… My own wife…

"Go on," Louise said, winking at me.

"Can't I stay?" I said, sounding utterly pathetic.

If I wanted her to surrender to Tony, then it was only right, wasn't it? That it wasn't necessarily to tease me, but so they could be alone together. Louise shook her head.

"No, honey. This is between us," she said, turning to Tony and grinning. "He owns my ass, John. I'm his slut."

"Fuck yeah you are," Tony laughed, slapping her ass with one hand, pumping his shaft with the other.

"Please, babe..." I tried, but Louise was having none of it.

"This is what you wanted," she reminded me. "You want me to be his slut? Well, this is what that means. So please, go."

I sighed but still hesitated. Louise's part of the discussion was apparently over, as Tony took hold of Louise's head to guide it onto his throbbing cock. She eagerly took him into her mouth and started sucking on his rod.

I watched them, my wife's face getting stuffed by the thick meat of his impressive shaft, the same one that had fucked her pussy and made her cum hard. The same one that was about to fuck her ass. I stood there and watched them, Louise happily slurping away at him, making sure to lube him up good.

"Alright," I sighed, and headed for the door. Pathetic indeed. "So only... anal?"

Louise didn't respond right away, making my heart sink. "Of course," she said. "If he wants to fuck me any other way, you'll be here to oversee it."

Somehow that was an oddly comforting promise. That some of this was at least for me.

I nodded, feeling defeated, and closed the door behind me. The last thing I saw was Louise lying back on the bed, Tony moving into position with a thoroughly satisfied grin on his face. I stood there, in the hallway, listening to them. I heard the bed creak a bit and then silence.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, and then I heard Louise let out a long, stifled moan. My heart began beating faster and harder in my chest as it suddenly became louder. The bed began creaking loudly in a slow rhythm as my wife’s ass was fucked hard. I could almost imagine them and the scene I was missing out on. Tony slow-stroking his cock while staring down at my wife, his palms behind her knees to spread her legs and fold her back. Louise stared dreamily up at him and gasping for breath, getting stretched by his fat member.

God, that sounded so good.

Soon, the rhythmic sounds and motions of Tony's actions grew stronger. Faster. He was properly fucking her. Louise started moaning deeply, her tone suggesting a high level of arousal and pleasure, the creaks of the bed continuing to resound into the hallway. It seemed the whole bed shook from Tony's strong body, his massive cock reaming and stretching out her anal cavity with powerful strokes that could clearly be heard and felt.

"My god, Tony! This ass belongs to you! Don't stop! Fuck!"

I felt dizzy from the sight I had missed. Louise on her back, clutching desperately at the mattress to keep herself steady on the mattress while the man made her whole body shake. To think of them this way. It drove me wild. Louise's nails scraped along the bed and clutched the sheets with desperation, crying out for Tony to never stop and keep plowing her tight puckered hole.

His name repeatedly escaped her lips, screaming loudly, the sound echoing out into the hallway. Hearing him slap her firm, fit ass or hearing his deep groans along with her screams was mind-numbing. My heart kept beating hard, and my stomach felt on the verge of twisting and throwing up. My erection hadn't let down the entire time, standing firmly at attention the whole time. I wished so badly that I could have been in there. Just to be witness to that spectacle. But for now, I'd have to do the next best thing.

When the rhythm finally changed from a pounding tempo to slower and deep strokes, Louise let out a whimpering cry, clearly cumming again. She seemed to be unable to stop, and that didn't surprise me. Tony must have been relentless, slamming his dick home, stretching her anal hole over and over with practiced motions.

Louise's breaths were coming in sharp and heavy even through the door, as I could hear my wife overwhelmed. Hearing her hoarse grunts and pitiful whimpers made it too much for me. To think, all I had witnessed, hearing her was what made me yank my pants down to pathetically jerk off. My imagination helped create the picture of the two of them together. It was hot, but so disappointing not to see it myself, being sent out into the hallway.

Louise screamed loudly in a continuous wave of pleasured excitement. I was cumming too, gritting my teeth and arching my head back as my shaft convulsed in my palm, pumping hot cum. The intense climax overtook my senses, a welcome break, momentarily distracting me.

Sobering up harsh reality crept in. But unlike on my birthday, I welcomed the pain, the jealousy. Tony was surely enjoying it too. He was probably enjoying owning another man's wife's ass. Or that he fucked said wife way better and more efficiently than the husband, and that the wife openly preferred Tony's cock over her husband's.

Eventually, the creaks from the mattress and the lovemaking in the room were replaced with content sighs and muted moans. It wasn't clear whether they were done. I hadn't heard any of the tell-tale signs of a man's roaring orgasm. Some shifting and shuffling. Maybe they were getting into a new position.

"Holy shit," Louise gasped, her voice cracking, sounding almost pained. "You're so fucking good at this."

"Oh yeah?" Tony replied, his voice sounding a bit strained.

"Yes, baby. God, that was good," Louise moaned happily through the door.

My stomach turned at the term of endearment. Baby? That was something Louise usually called me. It stung to think of her saying that to him. And it seemed to be something she waited with doing until I wasn’t there too…

"What are you doing?" Louise asked. "Tony?" she added, her tone slightly curious. Then a short moment of silence followed, then Louise groaned loudly.

I wondered what he was doing to her, but it was clear from her deep, guttural moan that she was getting pleasure. More than before, as it sounded like a steady stream of moans and gasps. Then the bed started creaking again, only this time it sounded different. More... erratic.

The creaks in the bed were fast, sharp. As if Louise was getting pounded again, but by a man who didn't care if it hurt her. Her groans turned into a pained gasp and Tony chuckled in a cruel fashion.

"Ah! Too much!" Louise whined.

"Take it," Tony grunted. "You love it."

"You're fucking me so hard!" Louise squealed.

"Your ass is mine. Don't pretend it's not," Tony growled.

I was shocked, and incredibly turned on to hear him talk that way. The sound of Louise's moaning and wailing was loud enough to be heard through the door.

"Gawd-AUGH, I'm gonna cum!" Louise whimpered, sounding like she once again was getting overwhelmed.

"Who'd thought proper Mrs Banks is a true anal slut? Huh?" Tony growled. "You love my big cock in your tight little ass!"

"YES! I love it, Tony! Fuck me, please!" Louise cried. "Fuck my ass!"

The bed creaked and the rhythm became harder, faster, and more brutal. It was a wonder they didn't break the bed in two the way Tony was slamming the bed against the wall. Louise wasn't being given a break at all, moaning and groaning loudly. And suddenly, with a strained gasp, a loud grunt from Tony, and the bed creaking louder and faster, he roared.

The sounds of them fucking and the moans coming from Louise were too much for me, and I started stroking my cock again, jerking off at the same time as my wife got anally pounded.

"Gonna cum, you fucking slut!" Tony shouted.

"Yes! Cum in my ass!" Louise whimpered.

And then Tony groaned deeply as Louise's breathing became heavy.

They must have been cumming together, and I heard them both gasping and grunting, adding my own orgasm to the orchestra. With a deep groan of my own, I came.

"Jesus Christ, Tony. That was so good," Louise moaned after a few moments.

"Fuck yeah it was," Tony chuckled.

Louise giggled, then sighed happily. The bed creaked as they moved around, getting comfortable again.

"I can't believe you made me cum by just fucking my ass so hard," Louise said. "I came so many times."

"I know," Tony said smugly. "You're such a slut for my big dick."

I couldn't help but agree with him on that. My wife had been fucked so well.

Suddenly feeling my throat parched, I went downstairs to get a glass of water. History was repeating itself with the timing of my hydration needs. I drank the glass quickly, ate an apple, and headed back upstairs. I could already hear wet rhythmic sounds from within. Grabbing the handle to open the door, I discovered the door was locked! When did that happen?

"Just let me have this, John," Louise whimpered through the door, sounding almost desperate. "It's our last time, ugh, in a long time."

"Your ass is mine, baby," Tony grunted, not addressing me at all. "Fuck. You love getting used like this, huh?"

"Oh god! Yes! I love it!"

My heart ached, but my cock throbbed in response. My wife was shutting me out, shutting me out of what we were doing together, just to be with him. They had already fucked twice, and now Louise was getting used again. All while I was banished out in the hallway.

I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and listen, to watch. But I couldn't. I was being thoroughly denied whatever was going on inside the confines of that bedroom. I wanted so badly to see it, to experience it.

I felt utterly defeated. My wife had made it clear that she was giving herself to Tony, to be his slut. To do with her as he pleased. Probably all night long. She had no intention of letting me in, and I couldn't blame her.

And what was the point of staying here in the hallway?

With a defeated sigh, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Instead of heading to my own bed, I was making for the guest room. They seemed insatiable. Tony was a teen, so that made sense. But sleeping in that bedroom would be hard to come by. Especially as she had locked the door.

To think that she actually did that. To keep me out. Keep me from watching her being fucked, seeing Tony dominate her body.

I fell asleep to the sounds of them fucking, wishing I was there with them.

*

"I'm gonna go easy this time since it's raw back there," Tony said with a smirk, his voice echoing against the shower tiles.

"Okay," Louise said quietly, doing as she was told. Tony's orders were the law now. To think she was actually committing to this, to Tony owning her ass, and not John. To think she even locked John out of their own bedroom so she could have Tony all for herself…

The married teacher spread her legs and bent over, turning her head to look back at him with a nervous smile. "Is this okay?" she asked.

"Perfect. I can't wait to ruin that ass again," he said. "You better get used to this position. I'm gonna be fucking that ass a lot."

"You have already," Louise replied, blushing as he spoke so bluntly. "You're just so big. I mean, you ruined my ass, Tony. You've broken me." Louise couldn't help but shutter in an odd sense of delight at the vulgar promise. She had never felt so owned in her life, and the thought of being Tony's personal ass-slave made her pussy gush with desire.

"John sure made a mistake letting you know what a real cock is like. But it's too late now, isn't it? I own your ass, and you know it," Tony said, placing a hand on her ass cheek, giving it a squeeze.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, biting her lip. "Tony, stop talking about John, okay? This has gone beyond anything that's in his kinks or fantasies."

"That's because you're a slut that couldn't follow the rules," Tony said with a snicker, enjoying this, really knowing what strings to pull now. "Some girls like diamonds, some like chocolate. Some just want a big cock, isn't that right, slut?"

"You have to shut up," she pleaded. Tony's humiliation tactics were getting to her, making her whole body grow numb with desire, and she didn't like how that made her feel. How could he make her feel this way? She was married to someone else, and he was saying such demeaning things to her. Why did that arouse her? He was a teenager, a nineteen-year-old punk, he had no right to treat her like this, nor have the prowess he possessed, yet somehow he did.

"You're so wet, I can feel it," Tony said, reaching down to run his fingers over her swollen clit and labia. "You seem to enjoy it when I talk about John, though. It's fine, you can admit it. He's the reason you're here. You like to humiliate him."

By his tone, it sounded more a statement of fact rather than Tony's assumption. Louise was embarrassed to realize it was true. John wanted her to be dominated and controlled by another man, to be owned, and that was the main reason she was letting herself be fucked in the shower by her teenage student. And when Tony talked her own husband down, as wrong as it was she loved every minute of it.

"Shut up," Louise whimpered again, though she didn't know what for. Her mind was racing and she felt overwhelmed, but so desperate. She had to be fucked. Her body ached for his shaft, her ass felt empty. She needed to be filled by him, and she knew Tony wouldn't hesitate to do so. "Just fuck my ass," she whimpered quietly, shutting her eyes, turning her head to look forward, pressing her cheek against the cold tiles, and feeling them cool her hot skin.

"Gladly," Tony grunted, and pushed himself inside her, her ass stretching open and her tight hole enveloping him, making him groan, before he started slowly working himself in and out of her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts.

It had been hours since they locked the door. Louise felt bad and knew she'd walk with a limp for weeks, be sore, and all the galore, but if this was the last time in a long time, she wanted to go out with a bang. Get it all out of her system, to make up for the time they would lose.

They had done it in many different positions. In the shower, on the bed, standing up, spooning, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, Tony even took her in the air and pressed her against the wall. Tony wanted her pussy too, but that was too far. At least she could get away and say this was part of the deal for John. Luckily enough, Louise found that she loved getting her ass fucked.

"Ugh, you're so fucking big," Louise groaned, biting her lip as she got used to his massive girth in her raw ass.

"You love my big cock?" Tony asked.

"Yes," Louise moaned, nodding.

"Tell me how much you love my cock," Tony growled, slapping her ass hard.

"So much!" Louise cried. "I love your big cock!"

"Good girl!" Tony said, gripping her hips and slowly increasing his tempo, building up his rhythm. "And you know why? Because I fuck you better than your husband, right?"

"Oh god," Louise groaned. She was going to cum already, she knew it. His words were so mean and true, and the humiliation sent a shock of pleasure to her core. She was so close, and she wished he would just shut up. "Tony, please, just... I'm close, please."

"Answer me, you fucking slut," Tony growled, slapping her ass again. "Why do you love my cock?"

"B-because you fuck me better," Louise whimpered, blushing a deep crimson from her own admission. It felt so wrong saying it, but it felt so good too. So satisfying. She felt dirty and degraded, but she loved it. "You fuck me way better than John. You're so big and you make me cum so much harder, please."

"That's right," Tony said, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking it back so she'd arch her back. "Cum for me, slut. Cum on my big cock. I want you to feel you squeeze me when I fill you with cum."

Louise was overwhelmed at the sensation of Tony dominating her, using her body. Her ass, specifically, as his plaything. That's what she was for him, his personal ass-slut. He owned her, she knew it, and it turned her on way more than it should. More than she thought possible, considering her strong love for John. It was almost like she thought it was a pity that this was the last time and that Tony only owned her ass. Maybe she should led John in again so Tony could beat her pussy up as well...

"Gonna... Cum," Tony groaned deeply, then a few thrusts later he shuddered. The groaning soon faded out into a husky, deep exhale.

"FILL ME," Louise moaned, surprised she was so desperate for his warm load in her tight little ass. But there wasn't an ounce of hesitation from her body. It accepted the load eagerly. Tony pumped the married woman's butt full of his creamy semen.

"Take every drop," Tony murmured in Louise's ear as she felt that wonderful feeling of his fat shaft throbbing, sending that hot, delicious payload. As he finished up, Louise shivered, giving him a content moan and gently gyrating her hips a couple of times.

She enjoyed the blissful moments, breathing heavily and resting her head against the wet wall.

Glancing out the small bathroom window she saw that it was still dark. Winter months meant a lot of dark hours. But surely it wasn't long until morning. They had been at it for a long, long time, after all.

"It's late," Louise said with a sigh.

"You're just now noticing?" Tony asked, snickering.

"No," Louise replied. "But it's been going for a while now, I think we should call it a night."

"Who knows if this will ever happen again?" Tony asked with a grin, and Louise blushed. He had used that argument so many time already, and she had succumbed each time. "I mean, we don't even know if John's gonna be into it after this."

"That's true," Louise said. She was hoping he would. She wanted to do it again. She loved the rush she got from this. But if John truly wanted an extended break from all this...

"And I bet you don't wanna stop yet," Tony grinned, squeezing her ass cheek.

"You're not done yet?" Louise asked, sort of hopeful in her voice. She turned to look at him.

"I'm nineteen years old. I can go all night. Unlike your ol’ hubby."

Louise let out a nervous chuckle, feeling Tony's hand move up along her body and over her shoulder. She shivered when he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it to make her tilt her head back. She could see a devious smile on his face as he kept stroking his shaft slowly.

"How about it? One more go?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck. "I promise you'll love it."

"I-I don't know if I can," Louise whimpered. "I mean, you've fucked me so much."

"Oh, you'll be able to take me. I know you can," he said, biting her neck.

"Ngh," Louise gasped, arching her head back. "O-okay."

"Good girl," Tony said, pulling at her hair to get her to kneel down. "Then suck my cock until it's hard enough for your ass."

Louise bit her lip and smiled, kneeling down. Her mouth wasn't her pussy, and a blowjob was just in preparation for Tony to own her ass again.

She took his semi-flaccid member into her mouth and started sucking, working his shaft with her tongue, getting it nice and hard for her ass once again. Taste of soap and bitterness coated her taste buds.

As Louise slurped on her teenage stud, she took pride in her technique, how he was groaning in approval and enjoying it. But it wasn't because her blowjob skills had improved, oh no. Louise couldn't help but hold a glimmer of pride to the idea that she could make a teen feel that much. That he wasn't unaffected and he didn't know what hit him. Despite his tough-guy demeanor, Louise took pride in having that much of an effect on him.

His cock got hard quickly in her mouth, but he didn't interrupt her, letting her feast on his erection, a sight for sore eyes if Tony had ever seen one. The stunning woman at his knees.

The married teacher seemed happy sucking her lover's cock, smiling around his girth, eyes staring dreamily like her pupils were glazed over. She was obviously in a trance, sucked into a deep slumber of pleasure from his thick shaft. Louise took great pleasure in her submission to the brash younger man.

To think how much he had fucked her ass thus far. Something she'd never do, now came to love. Same as with blow jobs. And how her ass recovered afterward was still astounding to her. If anyone had told her a couple of months ago she'd love taking a large cock in her rear end, and a high school boy at that, she would have laughed it off and called them crazy, saying it'd never happen. Never in a million years did she expect this was where she would end up, and that she was willing to submit and accept what Tony was giving her. If John had never asked for her to jerk off this stud so many months ago, none of this would've happened.

But if Tony said he wanted to fuck her ass, he would get his wish. There was no question to it.

His hand landed on top of her head to start guiding her, pushing his cock further into her mouth until his fat shaft could reach her tonsils. Louise choked and gagged around the thickness of him, slowly taking it in her throat. After a few deep inhales through her nostrils, Louise adjusted and gave Tony a nod.

He grinned at her and began pumping in and out, making his newfound fuck toy gag on his cock, making sure to let her know that he was in control. Louise's crotch was drooling by now.

"Love sucking on my cock, don't ya," Tony growled.

With a few loud gulping sounds as Louise made sure to give the teenager's tool the attention it deserved, she bobbed her head on it, making sure his tip grazed the opening to her stomach. The muscles of her neck convulsed as she adjusted to accommodate him, forcing herself to get his entire meat inside of her.

Tony tugged at her hair hard, bringing his cock fully inside her gullet and making her deep-throat him, pushing her head firmly to his base. Louise didn't try to move, staying still with her nostrils in his groin, loving how his musk filled her senses. She couldn't help but swallow a couple of times around his shaft and moan loudly around him.

Suddenly he yanked her free, letting the poor woman gasp for air.

"Go lay on your back on the bed and spread your legs for me," Tony ordered, and Louise obeyed, making her way out of the shower, dashing to the king-sized bed, and laying on it like he said. Her mind and heart were racing.

Tony followed out of the bathroom and climbed onto the bed. Crawling towards her with his cock swinging beneath him, he didn't hesitate to put a hand behind her knee to open her leg. Louise assisted him and let him slip between them.

"Tony," Louise whimpered, reaching her arms out for his body, and his shaft brushed against the outer lips of her vagina. The contact sent a shiver through her body and made her pussy practically convulse. She ached for him. "My ass, remember. John is not here."

"What? What are you talking about?" Tony grunted.

"You own my ass, and I save my mouth for you. But I don't want you to fuck my..." Louise trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud for some reason.

"Fuck your pussy while John is not here?" Tony completed. Louise nodded. Tony chuckled and leaned over her, propping himself on his arms. His cock slid down her pussy, and she gasped at the sensation. "I'm not going to fuck your pussy, Louise? You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Louise nodded. "I don't want you to fuck me there, but maybe... tease me a little bit?"

"Sure, baby. I can do that," Tony grinned.

"It's so pathetic. I've already broken so many rules and I want to take some steps in the right direction," Louise explained. If they were going on an indefinite break, then adding some boundaries already would be smart. She was 99% sure John would approve of Tony fucking her properly one last time, but that 1% was enough to not do it. She couldn't edit the truth now, nor take the risk.

"Alright. I'll tease you a bit," Tony conceded, starting to rub firm circles with his cockhead around her clit.

"Mmh. Like that, yesss," Louise sighed, leaning back in the bed, and closing her eyes. It was dangerous to have his fat crown so close to her opening, but feeling that blunt tip caress her in such a way felt too good to care. "Just... be careful."

"It's alright, Louise," Tony said with a smirk. "I know what I'm doing."

He did, that was the problem.

Tony kept his motions firm, sliding his cockhead across her clit in tight circles, making Louise gasp and writhe. The married teacher gripped the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white with the tight grip. She could feel how Tony's cockhead twitched as he rubbed her clit, and it was all she could do to not give in to the temptation of feeling that delicious cock fill her completely.

He kept it up, rubbing his cock hard against her clit, occasionally sliding his cock towards Louise's opening. But never quite sliding Louise full of that fat meat. And the married teacher was grateful, her body aching with the desire to feel it, but she couldn't.

Tony leaned over Louise and propped himself on one arm, reaching for her breast and squeezing her nipple between his fingers. Louise gasped and arched her head back, her legs trembling as she hooked them around him. His other hand still guided his cock around her labia, rubbing every sensitive area on the outside, teasing her.

The pleasure from her nipples and clit was overwhelming her. Her body wanted to cum, but she needed more stimulation to get there. Louise started grinding her hips in response, wanting him to slide it inside, to push her over the edge. But he didn't.

"Tony... please," Louise whimpered.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm just teasing," Tony chuckled softly, kissing her neck, his hips starting to thrust, his cock sliding up and down between her labia.

"Oh fuck," Louise moaned.

"Yeah, you like that, huh," Tony murmured in her ear. "You love being teased."

"Yes," Louise groaned.

"You want to deny me your sweet, tight pussy, but we both know you need my cock. Don't we?"

"Ngh," Louise moaned, biting her lip. "Y-yes."

"Say it."

Louise hesitated. "I need your cock inside of me."

"Why?"

"B-because your cock is so good," Louise whimpered. "I can't live without it."

Tony smirked. "You're so fucking horny for me. I bet if I gave you what you want, you'd be screaming in ecstasy. And you'd let me. John too, probably. You'd let me fuck you anywhere and everywhere I want. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes," Louise groaned. "I love your cock so much. I would let you take me anywhere."

Tony chuckled and kissed her neck again. "But that's not the deal, is it?"

"No," Louise whined, a pitiful sound.

"No, you have to be a good girl and not let me fuck your pussy, don't you?" Tony asked, pressing his cock hard against her opening, threatening entry.

"Oh god. I... Please. Tony, you can't," Louise begged, her body trembling as her core ached. It was an exquisite torture to feel him so close, to feel him push against her. She knew how good he'd make her feel, and that made it all the more difficult to resist.

"I know, baby," Tony said. "But you know, it's not the same without your pussy. I could fuck your ass for hours, but I'm not really satisfied unless I get to properly fuck your pussy as well."

"I know," Louise moaned. "But you have to be a good boy and respect the rules."

Tony smirked. "Of course. So, if you don't want me to fuck your pussy, why are you so desperate for me to push it inside?" Tony rolled back his foreskin, and as he did the very tip of his cock lodged into Louise's opening.

"I... I can't help it," Louise whimpered. "I want to feel it, but I can't."

"Is it because you're so fucking horny? That you can't resist me anymore?" Tony asked, slowly pushing his cock against her opening.

"Yes! Yes, I can't stop myself!" Louise cried.

"So, if I pushed it all the way in, you wouldn't stop me?" Tony asked.

"No, I need to feel it inside me," Louise whimpered.

"Then I'll give it to you, baby," Tony growled, pushing himself forward.

"Wait!" Louise cried.

Tony froze, his tip lodged halfway into Louise's pussy, and looked at her with a smug smile. He raised an eyebrow.

Louise had dug deep into her soul to find some last resolve. She was so desperate to cum. She couldn't wait any longer. But she wasn't ready to break her rule. Not yet. She loved the feeling of him inside her. She wanted him to finish inside her, to feel him shoot his cock throb and pour a load deep within her womb. It'd be so wrong and she'd regret it if she didn't. But if she did, she'd never forgive herself.

"My ass, please," Louise whimpered. "One last time."

She could hardly believe she was asking Tony to fuck her own ass again, but it was true.

"Fine," Tony said, pulling out and sliding down along her pussy, before placing his cockhead at her back door.

Louise moaned loudly as she felt his cock press against her anal opening, and then with a groan of pleasure, her asshole stretched open and took his cock in. Tony pushed himself inside her, and she could feel how her ass stretched over every inch of his fat meat, her butt spreading for him.

Tony growled and started rocking his hips back and forth, pounding the married teacher's ass. 

She whimpered and moaned, her eyes wide open, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Louise couldn't keep her hands still. Reaching out and wrapping them around his shoulders, pulling him close. Her fingers dug into his skin, gripping tightly, pulling her torso closer to his as he fucked her ass hard and rough.

Tony kept his motions slow but rough, groaning as his cock was squeezed by her perfect ass, her backdoor spread nicely for his thick shaft. Louise could hear a wet sound, his cock coated in lubrication from her drooling pussy, her own cum smeared along his meat, serving as a perfect lubricant to ease his motions.

"Jesus Christ, you love this so much," Tony groaned, pressing his mouth against her neck, sucking gently, grunting.

"Yes," Louise whimpered, nodding. "I-I need to be fucked!"

"Fucking slut," Tony grunted, biting her neck, causing her to gasp.

Her nails dug into his back, pulling him even closer, trying to increase the strength of the thrusts. Tony groaned and thrust harder into her ass, making her feel him even deeper. Louise couldn't handle it anymore.

As much as she wanted it, her pleasure grew stronger and stronger until she came. Her ass clenched around his shaft, as it tried to milk the cum from him, and she shrieked, digging her fingernails into him, her legs kicking and thrashing as she had the hardest orgasm ever.

Tony groaned when Louise came, his cock being massaged, pressed hard between the hot, pulsating insides of her asshole. He didn't want to cum just yet, but the married blonde cumming so hard beneath him, on his cock, couldn't be denied. The muscles of her hole twitched and tightened around his shaft, like it wanted his sperm, wanted his cock milked.

The teen could barely thrust, unable to do anything but grunt and keep slamming his meat deep into Louise's back entrance. She gasped and moaned, still quivering on his shaft, still cumming hard. Louise's feet hooked behind his knees and forced him deeper, impaling herself with him.

Louise knew Tony was almost done, her hands trembling with excitement to get his seed inside herself once again. It was the last time, after all. She needed to feel it, and she was happy that her body was so pleasurable to him.

Tony grunted deeply, and Louise felt his cock throb, then the first rope of sperm shot out, and she squealed with delight. The second and third spurt came quickly, followed by another one, and another, and Louise lost count of how many times he unloaded into her ass. The married woman moaned loudly as she felt every pulse, every throb, every warm spurt of his semen. His desperate thrusts trying to intensify his release from the pleasure her body gave him.

Louise felt completely spent, worn out, but satisfied. She had loved every moment of being used by Tony, her own student, the young man who was still pumping her ass full of his thick load. She was his slut, and she'd accept his cum happily.

"Fuck. That was so good," Tony grunted as he finished up.

"Yes, it was," Louise said with a sigh, a smile on her face as she enjoyed the afterglow, his cock still buried deep in her ass.

"One more go?" Tony asked, grinning.

"You're insane!" Louise laughed.

"I told you, I can go all night," Tony chuckled.

"I don't know, I'm pretty exhausted," Louise said.

Tony fucked Louise's ass once again before they both passed out. Momentarily, that is, as Louise was crudely awoken in the middle of the night by Tony fucking her ass again, his hand on her throat, choking her slightly.

*

I woke up to the sounds of groaning, grunting, and moaning, as well as a wet slapping sound. It was light outside and I knew it was the morning. Had they truly fucked all night? I could only hope Louise had kept her promise that she kept her pussy off limits without me there.

I got out of bed and walked over to the door, grabbing the handle. It was locked still.

"Fuck, you're so good at taking my cock in your ass," Tony said. "I'm gonna fuck it again later, but right now I want to fuck your mouth."

"O-okay," Louise whimpered. There was shuffling from inside the room. Then a faint sound of wet sounds mixed in the mix as she worked on the neighbor teen's erection. It was still hard to fathom she'd blow him, or anyone for that matter. Not my dear Louise. The most precious and proper person alive. But her recent transformation, it had been quite surprising.

Tony let out a moan as Louise continued giving her lover his morning blowjob. "Fuck, yeah. I love how you take care of that morning wood for me."

"Mmh. Glad to take care of it," Louise mumbled before taking his meat deep into her gullet.

"Goddamn," Tony moaned. "Maybe I'll fill your mouth as well."

Louise replied by sucking more intensely, as the sounds of slurping and Tony's moaning followed, his breathing and panting getting more intense.

"Holy fuck, here it comes," he said with a long, loud groan. His cum was probably pouring down Louise's throat by now, and I couldn't bear listen.

I moved away from the door and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I came back out, the groans and wet sucking sounds were gone and the door to the bedroom was ajar, showing Tony's bare ass and Louise's legs sticking out from beneath him, and they appeared to be having missionary-style anal sex.

I quietly moved by, not wanting to disturb them, and got into the kitchen, turning on the coffeemaker and moving around the place noisily as to alarm them that I was awake. They were quite passionate, however, as Tony had no issue continuing plowing my wife's ass. The door ajar made me think they were about to leave the bedroom, to leave this last rut behind them, but fell into yet another passionate encounter.

After about ten minutes of hearing Tony groaning and pumping his seed deep into Louise's ass, she let out a moan so loud I had to assume that her ass overflowed. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of Tony cumming inside her, filling her up and giving her a thick creampie. How many times must they have done this by now?

I also wondered if Louise would betray my trust and go behind my back again. Part of me wanted that, but for the sake of longevity, I had to think reasonable. Relatively speaking, of course. I wondered how long our break would be, and what would make me consider returning to the lifestyle. If Louise was able to abstain, to be a good girl and a devoted wife, then perhaps it could serve as a treat. Or as a phantom carrot on a stick that she didn't know if she'd ever get. It would be a tease, perhaps even devious, but Louise would have to endure.

As I looked at the two lovers' clothes strewn around the living room floor, I decided to do Louise a favor. I grabbed their clothes and went to the laundry room, putting all their clothes in the washing machine, including their underwear, and started a wash cycle. When the cycle was well on its way, about forty minutes, I decided to check on them, to see if they had finished.

When I walked to the bedroom, I found it empty, the bed disheveled. I heard the water running, so I followed the sound to the bathroom where I found Louise bent over the sink with her ass sticking out, and Tony standing behind her with his cock standing in a straight line from his body, disappearing in between Louise's fit butt cheeks. I couldn't see where they were connected, being in a side profile, but by the sound of their loud groans and wet sounds it wasn't too hard to imagine Tony's cock sliding in and out, pounding her ass once more.

Louise spotted me by the mirror and made eye contact with me, the guilt flashing across her features and eyes, but her look of shame soon turned to pleasure, as if she felt relieved and delighted that I caught them one more time, in one final round, almost a sign-off. But then she was reminded of something it seemed.

"John... could you please close the door?" Louise whimpered. "Some privacy? This will be over soon. It's the last time."

I nodded, feeling almost compelled, and closed the door on them, giving them privacy as they finished up their last go.

*

After they had finished, Louise and Tony joined me in the kitchen where I was preparing brunch, an assortment of breakfast foods and sweets. It would likely make for a proper breakfast as well since the time was nearing twelve o'clock already. We had slept in quite late. If they had slept at all. Though, after the shower, they had a nap.

We ate in silence, though I had a hard time focusing on my meal. They had been at it for almost 12 hours now, on and off with a few rests. This was supposed to be their last time before our break, but when would that end?

Tony helped himself to thirds, then fourths. It was like he was trying to fatten up for winter or something. Louise merely had second helpings.

The silence was awkward, and I wasn't sure if I should be the one to break it or not. Maybe Louise and Tony wanted some privacy for themselves? To have a private moment.

But then, as Tony got up and put his plate in the dishwasher, Louise looked at him. Then at me.

"Eh, John," she started. "I know this is our last time, but... Tony's parents aren't at home... So I was thinking I'd join Tony when he leaves." It wasn't a question, this was already decided upon. "It will only be a few hours."

I gulped. A jealous burn, an aroused anger built in my gut, my chest, and even my neck. "Only a few hours?" I muttered, barely able to contain myself. From what? Anger? My own horniness from hearing how low my wife had become? How desperate she was to get her fill? How addicted she had become to teen cock?

"Yes," she said, biting her lip and looking at me with a guilty look. "Just a few hours. I've already called in sick from work."

"Oh, really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I mean, sure. You can go. Why not?" I tried to sound nonchalant, but it was hard. The decision seemed to have been made without me.

Louise nodded and smiled a bit.

"Well, I'll get ready then," I said. I had work after all. Some of us did.

"Okay. I'll get dressed too," Louise said. "I don't think I need to shower again. Not yet."

I nodded and went to the bedroom to get dressed for work. As I did, I noticed that they had used the shower. But not in the way you might think.

There were streaks of yellow-white dried cum everywhere, covering the walls, and a large puddle on the floor of the shower. I shook my head, thinking about all the times Louise had been in there being used by her neighbor. It was almost unbelievable.

After I was dressed, I found Louise and Tony gone. The silence of my own home was something I'd experienced before, but now it seemed even more pressing. I had to get out of there. I made my way to the garage and got into the car, turning on the engine and pulling out of the driveway. Louise and Tony were probably already fucking in his bed, or maybe on the couch. Maybe she was giving him another blowjob right now. Maybe he was fucking her ass from behind again.

I thought about the time Louise had spent with Tony, the amount of times they had been together. It was crazy to think that the prim and proper Louise had done all these things with the neighbor kid, a nineteen-year-old. Things that I could only dream about. Things that I had fantasized about for a long time.

I thought about her going over there, being with Tony. I thought about how he would treat her, how he would use her body for his own pleasure. And how she would let him. And she would love it too.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted them to continue. I wanted them to keep going. I wanted them to fuck every day for the rest of their lives. I wanted them to make love, to have passionate sex, to fuck like rabbits.

I shook my head. No. This was the last time. We have to have a break before we lose control. Completely lose control, that is.

As I drove to work, I thought about Louise and Tony. I wondered what they were doing right now. I wondered if they were still having sex, or if they took a break. I wondered if Louise was strong enough to not let him inside her pussy again. If she was strong enough to not give in to her desires.

I shook my head, trying to focus on the road. But I couldn't help it. I kept thinking about Louise going over there, and Tony having his way with her. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Driving home that evening, I tried not to think about Louise and Tony. I tried not to think about what they were doing right now. I tried not to think about whether their last time was finally done. I tried not to think about how much I wanted them to keep going. Keep humiliating me. Keep breaking down the walls of my wife's morals and integrity. I tried not to think about how much I wanted Louise to keep fucking Tony. To keep fucking him until she couldn't walk anymore.

But I couldn't stop. The thoughts kept running through my head, no matter how much I tried to stop them.

When I got home, Louise was waiting for me in the kitchen, looking flushed and tired. She smiled at me.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," she replied.

I looked around, expecting to see Tony, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Tony?" I asked.

Louise shrugged. "He left."

"Oh," I said. "So, how was your day?"

"It was good," Louise replied. "Tony and I had a lot of fun. How was yours?"

I sighed. "It was okay. It was kind of boring, to be honest. I couldn't stop thinking about you and Tony."

Louise looked hopefully up at me. "You couldn't stop thinking about us?"

"Yes," I confessed, gripping my sweaty palms tightly at the humiliating admission. I wanted a break, yet here I was. My cock stirred in my pants. I had to ask. "What did you guys do?"

"We had anal sex. And then we had anal sex again. And then we had anal sex again," Louise said. "And then we took a break, and then we had anal sex again. And then we took a break, and then we had anal sex again."

"I get it, I get it," I said, feeling my face heat up as Louise trailed off. "All day?"

"All yesterday evening, this morning, and up till twenty minutes ago," Louise said, rubbing her hips gently as if to massage an ache. “I blew him a bunch too.”

That much? I had to steady myself against the kitchen table. Tony had turned my wife into a complete slut.

"Oh wow. That's a lot," I said, my voice shaking.

"Yeah. It was fun, though," Louise said. "Tony is really good at fucking me in the ass. But I won’t be able to take a… dump straight for a week. That was his wording. I’ll have to make some excuse for limping a bit, though. But Jesus is he good."

"I bet he is," I said, trying to hide my arousal. I couldn't believe that my wife had just told me all this, so bluntly. She had never been one to talk about sex before. She looked at me as if studying the reaction I tried to hide.

I gulped and tried to change the subject. "So, are you ready for your break now?"

Louise looked at me for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah. I think I'm ready." She sounded disappointed but determined.

I smiled at her, feeling relieved. "Good. I'm glad."

She nodded. "Yeah. I think it will be good for both of us."

We stood there in silence for a few moments, neither of us sure what to say next. Louise looked a bit uncomfortable. Ashamed perhaps.

"I'm sorry," she said, finally breaking the silence.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I'm sorry for making you do this. For making you go on this break," she said, looking down at the floor. "For it to be necessary, I mean. I feel bad for how lost I get, and how good it feels in the moment... Even now, as I'm not completely drunk on Tony's huge... erh. Well, it doesn't feel so good. It's like, I love acting like a slut, but right now, with what I've done and how our 'last time' went on forever, I can't escape the feeling that I actually might have become an actual slut."

"Louise..." I trailed off. "I don't want you to be sorry. I know that you love me. I know that you're still my wife. I know that you would never do anything to hurt me."

"So you're not disagreeing with me," Louise pouted, crossing her arms.

I sighed. "Look, Louise, I love you. And I know that you're a good person. But I... There's no easy way about it, but that was part of that fetish, and you chose to indulge in it. I'll always be grateful for it, and I'll never stop loving you. But if we want to have any chance at being together, then this break is something we need. Especially hotwifing, cuckolding, or whatever, makes you feel this way."

"Okay," Louise said, nodding. "But it's not just that it makes me feel bad, but that I like the feeling. A lot. The shame of cheating, being bad..."

"I know," I said, pulling her into a hug. "I know." It stung to hear her admit it, more than seeing and experiencing it, but there was no going back now. This was part of the risk. The consequences. The danger of what it might do to us. It was just for us to choose how we deal with it.

I pulled away from the hug and smiled at her. "Let's try to go back to normal for a while. I know it won't be easy, but I think it's for the best."

"For how long?" Louise asked. She winced. She knew how it sounded, that she was eager to get in the mix again already.

"I don't know," I said honestly. "We'll have to see how it goes."

"Okay," Louise said. "I think it's a good idea."

I nodded. "Good."

*