My Neighbor - Part 1 (Patreon)

Tagline: A couple in their late twenties goes to a neighborhood party to discover some stuff…

*

I first met Louise at a Christmas party a few years ago. We didn't hit it off that time, merely exchanging pleasantries. I noticed of course her stunning beauty. She had thick wavy blonde hair and striking blue eyes with full luscious lips. Her body was impeccably fit with a heart-stopping smile. She was dressed somewhat demurely, but I was completely captivated by her looks and would have liked nothing better than a chance to hit on her. I'm pretty good-looking, but after chatting with her for a brief 5 minutes, I realized she wasn't the sort of girl to give me a second glance. Perhaps she saw right through me, as I was kind of a hound back then.

When we met again months later, as we bumped into each other at the gym, everything seemed different. Her beauty hadn't changed, but now it didn't seem unattainable. Now she was different. It was like the mutual interest of fitness, and the more casual setting allowed her to act more herself. My image of her as a snooty, aloof princess disappeared. She wasn't into casual hookups and wasn't promiscuous. So we flirted a bit and she was not in the slightest coy or disinterested, in fact, she asked if I wanted to have a beer after finishing our workout, and I eagerly accepted.

So the date happened, and nothing of a sexual nature happened. We merely chatted and exchanged stories of our mutual interests. She told me her ambition for teaching, and that she might become a PE teacher one day and I told her of my business plans, of my aspirations and hopes for a more serious life. And even as we parted with the niceties of giving a goodnight kiss, we still didn't feel particularly shy around each other.

In fact, my boldness began to flourish. The next day, she sent me a text ‘nice evening last night. Perhaps we should have some dinner next time, not just alcohol’. So of course, we went. Dinner was good, the conversation flowed effortlessly and things felt like the progress was quite smooth. One night later, at our "3rd" official meeting, Louise was definitely more eager and willing than usual to express her feelings of our potential relationship. She was forthright.

"Look Johnny, you're an amazing guy and you've got your life together," she said, sitting with me on my worn couch at my old apartment. "It's quite unusual to find a guy with such clarity of purpose as yours. I think we both know where our little thing here is going."

"We do?" I replied, trying to play coy. I didn't want to jump to conclusions yet.

"Well, you're tall and cute, and you're charming," she continued as if I hadn't said anything. "If you want to keep seeing me, I'm open to that, if you're wondering what this means."

So weeks of dating became months of dating, and slowly things did turn more serious. This was a woman I could actually envision a future with, and within a year we moved in together, which turned into marriage, which turned into four years. Louise and I got on splendidly as we soon approached our late twenties. Louise was the proud, confident wife I could only imagine in my dreams, her sense of humor made me laugh, her zest for life was infectious, and her face was perfection itself. The perfect combination for a lively PE teacher, a job she obtained shortly after we got married. We moved to the suburbs of a college town in southern Indiana, because of Louise's new job.

The sex life was just as phenomenal. Louise never wanted to do anything that made her feel demeaned or that she found nasty, which was alright as she made up for it by being an utter bombshell anyway. Honestly, I didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt any less than herself anway. While she enjoyed sex just as much as I did, this meant no blow jobs, doggystyle, anal, threesomes and so on. Either she didn't like it because it made her feel dirty or slutty, or because she thought it looked "demeaning." She didn't enjoy me cumming on her either, or us making messes. So nothing too adventurous was possible.

I sound like a complainer, but I swear she was a sexy goddess in bed. Sinking myself between her strong, sexy thighs was nothing short of great. I loved going down on her, one of the things she adored, hearing her moans, her groans, feeling her fingers grabbing at my head, trying to force me down in her pussy. Feeling her clench my head with her strong thighs as I made her cum, and watching her beautiful face sparkle in the process was heavenly. Not only was she extremely beautiful, but her confidence was evident during our lovemaking. I also got to enjoy the physical gifts Louise has given me. One of the more noticeable being the fullness of her chest. Her large and full tits always stood proud on her chest, while her rear was supple and well-formed.

As great as things were between me and Louise, there was always this nagging fantasy I couldn't get out of my mind. Something she simply would never do. For 4 years, I hid that nagging little secret of a dark cuckold desire. I didn't hide it from just Louise though. I was still a shy person who only thought about it secretly in the depths of my mind, and spoke to none.

But you can't keep those sorts of things buried forever. Perhaps the floodgates of our psyche are determined by genetics, or something we picked up in childhood. Perhaps Louise herself was the key. As our 5th anniversary neared, I spilled the beans. She wasn't exactly thrilled by my ideas, even as I assured her it was just a fantasy I had.

"I don't understand it," said Louise. "Why would I want another man inside of me? What do you want me to do? Bang him right in front of you while you watch or something like that?"

"Look, Louise," I said, as she stared angrily at me. I knew that I'd messed things up here. "Look, let's forget it. I don’t want you to do anything. It's just a fantasy. Not something we ever need to think about, but sometimes guys get these dark thoughts, and it's kind of an aphrodisiac. Just ignore the whole thing."

"Well, I'm never doing it. It would be disrespectful to our marriage. It would make me feel cheap, like some whore. What kind of a wife do you think I'd be? My body is yours, and none others!" she finished as she spat these last words out. I was crestfallen.

Things changed that weekend after I had told her. We took a mini holiday for our anniversary and even as the weekend got off to a great start, there was definitely something strange between me and Louise. Maybe my stupid confession earlier had unsettled something in her mind, maybe it had awakened something in her. When we had sex at night on Friday, her cries of pleasure felt muted, and the glow on her face seemed almost forced. Perhaps I was going crazy, or I was already reading way too much into her behavior.

"What's the matter?" I asked. Louise and I could talk about anything, so if I had fucked things up or something was amiss, we could always hash things out.

"Nothing Johnny. I'm fine. Just fine," she muttered, staring back at the TV. "It's that damn fantasy of yours. I don't like it, but it keeps rolling through my head whenever we have sex. I can't help myself from thinking about it. And I get sorta distracted."

"God, look Louise, let's put it to bed. I love you and just us, together. We don't have to revisit it at all, and I certainly don't want to cause you any sort of torment," I said. Louise's eyes glittered, and she got a distant, thoughtful expression.

"Well," she said slowly. "You've already mentioned it, so I guess you wouldn't be so keen to forget it. Just what about this cuckold stuff that turns you on so much? It can't just be about the humiliation or having your wife called a slut. Do you truly think about me with other men?"

"Well," I said uncertainly. "Look, Louise. Cuckold stuff. Well, there's so many things that come under that. One, that a wife's body belongs to her husband. So the idea that another man gets to feel what I feel makes me a bit excited. Another person knows what his dear wife feels like.”

Louise didn’t make any sign to chime in so I went on, “As we've said, the degradation part, the humiliating aspect also arouses me. The hurt, the pain… It arouses me. You called cuckold fantasies dirty and unrefined, well it is, I'm not denying that, but then, I am a 'man.' A guy like me and a woman as hot as you, us as a couple, we shouldn't get cucked. It would be the biggest insult to the universe itself, but that is why a guy feels aroused by it. Something's so dirty about it, the insult of getting cucked makes it so tantalizing, even though we hate it."

I took a deep breath. "All this makes me sound like a man obsessed. I just find it hot to think about sometimes. You doing stuff you should only do with me with some stranger asshole or whatever… even doing stuff you wouldn’t do with me…"

"I think I understand. I kinda guess it is fine as a fantasy... I guess... It would be nuts to do something like that though. Someone else than you would know me... intimately. And what if we regret it? What if it destroys our happiness? Look, I can't deny that when we're making love, and we're both into it, nothing is better than those moments. The heat, the closeness, our souls seem to meld. We become one, and nothing can destroy that," said Louise in a distant voice, like she was remembering something. "When we're into each other and into having sex, nothing is finer in this world. Just two people sharing themselves in a bed. Why would you want me to experience that with another man? A foreign object inside your home? It seems like a silly idea."

"To me as well, but a thought of you being fucked by another guy is like a constant lurking idea I can never fully escape from," I replied. "But it's just a fantasy. Nothing is more important than us, and our marriage. Let's not worry about it."

Louise was silent for a long moment, before nodding. I hoped we could forget all about this stupid fantasy of mine, and move forward. I knew she was a dedicated wife and it would nag her that I had such desires and there was nothing we could do about it. But that is life.

“Maybe I’ll indulge some of your… wishes… one day. But not that one,” Louise assured. “As your wife, I want to fulfill your sexual desires, but that one sits deep. I’d almost wish it was just a threesome with a girl or something.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t mind that either,” I chuckled, defusing the situation. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m a happy man as it is.”

*

A week later, things had returned to normal. Louise was a bit more playful, a bit more willing to engage in her kinkier side, a bit more interested in making love. She even started riding me, which we both found great delight in. Her tits bouncing in my face as she got to control the pace and stimulation herself? It was a game changer in the bedroom.

“See? Some variation can be fun,” I panted.

“You’re not wrong, mister,” Louise panted right back, her hands pushed into my chest as she bounced on my dick.

But everything seemed normal, and I felt no need to dwell on the subject further. On a Saturday morning, we were enjoying some coffee on the veranda. Louise was in a thoughtful mood, and her eyes were gazing somewhere off in the distance, like she was remembering something.

"Johnny, that idea, the cuckold stuff. I was wondering," she began.

I didn't reply, because I didn't know what was coming. This was the second time she brought it up on her own.

"How do you even get into this kind of a thing? How did it come to you?" Louise asked. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around it. Some guys want threesomes, some want this and that, but your fantasy is so… weird. What do you get out of it?”

"Oh, I guess I just found it arousing for no real reason. Sometimes, I guess people have a fetish, and they find it hard to explain," I answered. “It’s like a thrill thing. Doing something you’re not supposed to. See you satisfied, contort with pleasure, but due to another man. It’s the ultimate taboo, sort of.”

"Yeah, but, well, have you been looking at porn or something like that? Is that how you discovered this?" Louise asked.

"No. Not really. I mean, I did at first, but now I don't have a need for porn anymore. You're more than enough. I guess I read some stories and dived into a rabbit hole of sorts," I said, playing it cool, but inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Louise was going with this.

"Hmm," Louise looked thoughtful. "I'm not saying I'm interested, because I'm not, and neither should you be, but is it something you ever envision doing for real? This is not a proposition, I'm just wondering."

My heart pounded hard at that. The thought of my proud wife thinking of defiling herself with something so preposterous made my chest burn and a pit burned in my stomach. Did she truly consider it? I was almost afraid to answer her, if this was truly her broaching the possibility.

"Uh, yeah. I suppose. If you were ever okay with it, if you could ever enjoy it, then yes, I would want you to do it. But you're not into that, are you?" I wanted to give her every out, but just her asking that was such a giant leap for mankind.

"Well," Louise looked away. "I think you know the answer to that. I would never do it normally. But maybe if it were a special circumstance. I'm not sure. I don't want to hurt you. But I also want to be able to fulfill your… fetishes or whatever…"

"There's no pressure. It’s just a thing I sometimes like to think about," I said, feeling almost unsure how I hoped for her to reply.

"But as your wife I want to satisfy your needs, even if they're a bit... fucked," Louise said.

"You've done that, and you do," I said, as we stared into each other's eyes, a warm silence enveloping us.

“When do you think about it?” Louise asked. Normally admitting to let your mind wander during sex with someone was not a good thing, but I was dedicated to keeping things honest.

“When I read mostly. But also sometimes… when we make love,” I answered, trailing off.

Louise didn’t reply right away. She sat back as if in thought, recollecting the things I had said.

"It's just, the thought is still rolling around in my mind," Louise eventually said. "I don't get turned on by the idea of another guy touching me, but if you're watching, and if we do it safely, then, maybe. Maybe. Perhaps if it were a special occasion. I'm not sure. You can't rush into these things. They have consequences," finished Louise. I felt her hand on my chest. She could be very sensual, when she was in the mood.

"Thanks for being honest," was all I could think to say. “And thanks for giving it so much thought.”

“Well, I care about you. We’re soon in our thirties and I want us to have a full life together, in the bedroom too,” she explained. “So who would be the ideal partner? In the stories you read, what is the men like?”

“Normally, in like ninety percent of the stories, the so-called ‘bull’ is some adonis, the ultimate chad or something corny like that. But honestly, I find it way hotter if it is some guy where you’re way out of his league. Like almost like a fat slob, bully or something like that,” I explained.

“The fuck? Really? You’d want me to have sex with someone you don’t even like?” Louise asked, slightly dumbfounded.

“In fiction the guys are not real,” I started. “But yes, there is something so sexy about your wife, a beauty like you, having sex with this, just… ugly man. Having his way with her. A goody two shoes white picket fence girl, the daughter of a cop, having his sperm pumped in her, defiled by his dick, just totally rewritten by some loser or fat dude or whatever. And no, not you. The people in the stories I read. It's a fantasy,” I reassured.

"But you want it to be real, right?" Louise asked.

"It's a dangerous thing to admit, but I think I do," I answered. "You're so proper, so sexy and hot, beautiful from your heart to your ass (Louise smiled at that), and the thought of someone defiling you... that's the wrong word. I mean, having his way with you, forcing you into a position where you can't deny the pleasures he gives you..."

I realized that I was rambling, sounding foolish, and immediately went quiet.

"Maybe I can think about it. If it will make you happy," said Louise, giving me an encouraging smile. "You shouldn't hold this stuff in Johnny. This is all totally normal, no matter what society would lead you to think. Let's agree that we will not jump into anything crazy. Now we both know it's out there. Okay?"

"Okay. Yeah. You're right," I said, slowly pulling my head out of the gutter.

I then noticed the sun peeking past the curtain of our bedroom. It was likely one of the last nice, warm days before the fall. As much as I wanted this conversation to continue, we also had a life to live, and the things about any fetish, BDSM, cuckoldry, and so on, one had to tread carefully and together. Letting it linger was probably for the best.

"We shouldn't spoil a nice day talking about depraved stuff like that though," I smiled weakly. "Speaking of nice days, today is the big neighborhood party. Let's not worry about it and instead enjoy the rest of the day."

Louise was smiling and looked relieved, perhaps that we weren't discussing the cuckold thing anymore, or that I was so cool about the whole thing.

Later, we got ready and made our way over to the neighbor's house. It was a big house, and the entire cul-de-sac was there. It was a nice, sunny afternoon and the mood was upbeat. We went around the back, where there was a huge grill, and a massive table. A dozen different foods were available, and people were milling around, chatting and eating. Our hosts were an elderly couple. Mrs. Anderson was a very nice lady, and her husband was a jolly sort. They had moved here a few years ago, and were always the life and soul of the neighborhood.

After we helped ourselves to some food, we began mingling. Louise went to hers, and I went to mine. We spent so much time together that when we were at parties we tended to separate and then reconnect throughout the night. The neighbors were quite friendly, and there were a few new faces, but most were familiar. Even some of the students who lived in the neighborhood had dropped by, namely Lana and Mary, two 18 year old teenagers who lived a few houses down the street.

After an hour, I spotted Louise at the other end of the backyard, talking to a young guy. I recognized him from the neighbors directly across the street, but didn't know him personally. He was not a very good-looking kid. I knew he was either 18 or 19. Quite girthy and stocky, not really a muscular guy, a bit chunky. His face was bland and his black hair was a mess. More ogre than anything. It didn’t look like the talk was any kind of nefarious, but that didn’t stop my mind from wandering.

Perhaps I was a bit tipsy, and getting slightly horny, but I decided to give them some privacy and headed to the bathroom. It was a big house and had an upstairs bathroom. As I walked towards the staircase, I glanced at the living room. Through the bay window, I could see Louise and the kid. She was keeping it cordial and at arm's length, but I couldn't help but imagine her doing something inappropriate with him especially due to our conversation earlier. My heart began to pound, and my mouth became dry. I imagined his hands running over her body, him taking in her delicious forms. Groping her, licking her giant t–

"No, no, no, no, stop thinking those sorts of things. You're a married man and your wife is a goddess," I muttered. "You don't want her fucking some chump. Or anyone. It's just a silly fantasy, nothing more. Just ignore it."

As I stood there, watching them chat, the kid leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Louise looked shocked, and I couldn't tell whether it was a good or bad surprise. She laughed awkwardly and said something in reply. The boy whispered again, and her face reddened, but this time, she didn't laugh. Her face was serious.

‘Damn it,’ I thought, as my cock started to rise in my pants. ‘What the fuck are you doing, Johnny?’ I asked myself.

I tried to tear my gaze away from the scene. Louise looked up suddenly, as if she had sensed my stare. She smiled at me, and the boy nodded, before turning away. Louise gave me a small wave, before heading out of sight.

‘Damn, is this really happening?’ I wondered. ‘I'm going crazy. No way she'd do this. She's the perfect wife, and that guy is a loser. She would never do anything with him. Never. Not even for me.’

My heart was beating a mile a minute. My palms were sweating, and my body was trembling. I needed to talk to her.

"Just calm down, and get a grip," I said.

As I stepped into the upstairs bathroom, I took a few deep breaths. After splashing water on my face, I felt calmer. Almost reasonable, even.

"I'm a happily married man, and we have a great relationship," I repeated. "We're just playing with ideas, it doesn't mean anything."

Feeling somewhat calmer, I exited the bathroom and made my way down the stairs.

"Oh, Johnny, dear," a voice sounded from behind me. "Can you please help me with these plates?"

I turned and saw Mrs. Anderson carrying a stack of dirty dishes.

"Of course," I replied. "Let me take them." But in the back of my mind, every second I was away was a second Louise could be seduced! Did I say I calmed and got more reasonable? I guess I didn’t. I was just as anxious as before.

As we headed into the kitchen, she continued. "Your wife, Louise. She's such a nice girl. So beautiful, and smart too. Where does she get it from?"

"Thanks, I think she takes after her mother, who was also a smart lady. It's nice to hear," I answered trying to not sound too awkward.

"Is everything okay?" Mrs. Anderson asked. "You seem a bit tense."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered, as we placed the dishes on the sink. "I just got a bit nervous about something."

"It's none of my business, but don't be afraid to speak to her, Johnny, whatever it is," said the old woman. "You've been a wonderful couple for many years, and you're still so young. There's many, many years left for you both. Don't be afraid to have fun."

"Thanks Mrs. Anderson, but we're doing fine," I replied, giving the old lady a smile.

"Don't be scared," said the woman. "She's your wife and you love her. Nothing can break that."

I didn't know what she was talking about, and I certainly didn't want to ask, so I said goodbye and headed out the back. As I stepped out the back, I didn't see Louise anywhere. She was not with her friends, not chatting to anybody. I made a slow tour around the yard, and I couldn't see her anywhere. She was gone.

‘What is going on? Has she left? Did the kid go with her?’

My heart was racing, and my pulse was thumping in my head. I was about to freak out. Just when I thought my anxiety felt like it was gonna make me explode, Louise appeared out of nowhere. She appeared slightly flustered, but nothing out of the ordinary other than that.

"Hey baby, what's the matter?" Louise asked, her face slightly flushed. Was it from the red wine, or something else?

"Where did you go? I was looking for you," I said.

"I was inside talking to some friends, then Lana wanted to chat about the local college," Louise replied. "I didn't realize you were looking for me. Sorry."

"It's no problem. Are you okay?" I asked

"Yes, I'm fine. Why do you keep asking me that? Do I look weird or something?" Louise laughed.

"I just saw you talk with some guy, that kid across the street, and he whispered something and then you blushed or something," I said, fumbling through.

"Oh, that," she smiled. "Don't worry. It's not important."

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Look, it's just something silly," she replied, looking slightly embarrassed.

"C'mon, it's not a problem," I insisted. "I won't be mad."

"Okay, it was just something about how he liked my dress, and how hot I was. I didn't expect it, and he was just some stupid teenager, so I kind of got embarrassed. That's all. Nothing to worry about," she smiled.

"Oh. Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I thought maybe you'd gone off with him or something."

"Why would I do that? He's a silly kid," said Louise. "I'm happy with my man."

"And I’m happy too," I smiled. A small moment lingered between us.

"Did you... did you want me to go off with him? Is that something you were thinking about? You don't have to feel guilty. I know we talked earlier about the whole cuckold thing," said Louise, being the understanding wife she was.

"No. No, not at all. Well, a part of me thinks it would be fun, but I'm not serious. Just a silly thought," I replied.

"Oh, well, good. I would never go off with him. Or any other man for that matter. You're the only man for me," she said, giving me a hug. "I'm going to use the restroom, and I'll be right back."

“Use the one upstairs, the one downstairs doesn’t flush right,” I said before heading out into the small crowd.

I was happy. Maybe the alcohol was starting to have an effect, or the fact that she was getting so understanding of my predilection was making me a little excited. She was perfect. As she stepped away, I saw the same kid standing near the barbecue.

‘Damn, he's like a dog sniffing around for a bone,’ I thought. Then the kid saw me there looking at him, and he for some reason took that as his cue to come over.

"Yo yo, Mr Banks," he said. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"Uh, not really, sorry," I said. "You live next door, right? Or across the street was it?"

"Maybe it’s the drinks talking, but I've seen you and Louise together, and I gotta say, you're a lucky man. That girl is smoking hot, man. That dress? Sheesh!" he continued, ignoring my question.

"Thanks," was all I could manage. Normally I wasn't so hesitant, but being around the guy I had just had a lapse of fantasy around wasn't easy.

"I'm glad you have her, because otherwise I would have to go after her. She's something, gotta say," he laughed, slapping me on the back.

I could tell he was slightly drunk, and perhaps his judgment was thereafter. I didn't respond. I could tell he was gauging my reaction, trying to figure me out. Where did he get such confidence to talk to me like this from? He was at least a decade younger than me, and we were strangers.

"Yeah, things are good. What's your name, by the way? It's rude to forget," I asked, wanting to move the conversation in a different direction.

"Tony," the kid grinned, slapping my back once again. "Johnny, is it?"

"That's right," I said. "So what do you do, Tony? You in college?"

"Nah, next year. I need to fix my grades and shit," he replied. “I go to the highschool your wife teaches at. Man, she's got such a sexy figure. It's easy to tell. And that booty... wow. She's a fucking dime."

And back to talking about my wife. Like I wasn’t even there. There was nothing I could say, so I decided to try to laugh it off. The kid probably had one too many beers or whatever. There was nothing to be angry about here. I forced out a chuckle and stood up.

"I'm gonna go check up on my wife," I smiled. "See ya."

The kid smirked, and waved back. He looked satisfied. It was a strange interaction, and the kid seemed satisfied that I didn't get too mad or go over there to punch him. My heart was racing, my blood was pumping and my hands were cold. This was nuts. Things had taken a dangerous turn, at least in my brain. I kept seeing Tony and Louise together, the kid taking what should belong to me, the bastard claiming the ultimate prize.

Louise was too sweet to ever agree to it, but of course, my heart, my pulse and my cock all felt differently. I went to get myself some water, and when I returned I could see Tony once again talking with my wife. He looked far too smug and far too self-assured. This guy had really got some mojo or something, and I wondered how on earth a loser like him had managed to gain such confidence.

The kid kept grinning at my wife, who kept a polite expression on her face, clutching her elbow as she responded to whatever Tony said to her. He made a move forward, starting to talk in a low mutter to her. She gasped in shock, looking around if anyone heard her. Tony took her pause as a chance to lean back a bit and obviously check her ass out. Louise didn't seem to react, as Tony said something else, which I could clearly see. He asked if she "wanted to see it". I could see Louise's eyes widen. I could only imagine what went through her mind. Her first instinct would likely be to firmly reject him and smack his face, but instead, she was dumbstruck, a deer caught in the headlights, unsure what to do. In any other situation she’d already slapped him, but instead she stood there fuming.

Then Louise stammered, unable to decide what to say. I could've imagined the kid licking his lips, going for the kill. But as Louise shook her head and took a step back, Tony leaned forward. He was inches from her ear. My beautiful, intelligent and smart wife, the love of my life, was falling for his cheap and dirty lines. By the looks of it. It was all in my head. He was drunk and making inappropriate remarks, that was it.

Tony then moved so he blocked them off from the crowd, as they were already off to the side by some benches and a huge fence. I could tell the kid said something, but I couldn't hear or see. All I knew was that my heart was beating even more intensely. From where I stood, I could tell Tony had one of his hands inside his pants, and was jostling about. Whether he wanted to expose himself or touch his own goods, I didn't know. I stared in anticipation of what was next… but it didn't matter what he was doing, because Louise soon stormed off, leaving a grinning and waving kid behind her. Her face was flushed, and I could clearly tell she had been shocked or astonished by the scene.

“Hey, Johnny, when you gonna let me have a go, eh?” Tony called after, clearly finding himself very amusing under the influence of one drink too many.

Louise turned in her stride and gave him the finger, causing a small cheer from whoever had caught the small exchange. I gave her a big grin as she came up to me. She needed no questions, I was relieved to hear her ramble angrily.

"Listen, Johnny, that fucking asshole over there… Tony… What a piece of work. He’s obviously drunk, but how can he talk to someone like that? To a married woman! He was trying to chat me up earlier, and saying how gorgeous I was, but now it was straight up catcalling. Then he wanted to pull out his... thing... to show it to me… show me how big he was. I told him to stop. I said no. Then… you saw what happened."

I stood there listening, nodding along, unsure what to say. A tiny devil in the back of my head was telling me to enjoy this. Especially as she was more pissed off than hurt.

"Wow, Louise," I eventually managed. "He must be pretty fucked up to act like that."

"What the hell is wrong with this guy?" said Louise. "So aggressive, just a dirty piece of shit. Doesn't know when to stop."

"Johnny, why aren’t you mad?" Louise broke off when she saw how I looked at her. I was perhaps grinning a little bit, in shock and in disbelief at what was transpiring. It didn't feel real.

"Johnny! This is not funny! What's the matter with you?" Louise smacked my shoulder, her fumes calming a bit.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just, yeah, a bit surprised that is all. Wow. Guy prolly had a beer too many."

"Yeah well, these things happen, but it's just terrible. These young people think they own the world or something. Unbelievable. I told him no, but he wanted to expose himself. Wanted to. This is madness," sighed Louise.

"Are you okay? Anything bad happen?" I inquired.

"Yes, everything's fine, but Tony is crazy. And he was talking so perversely too. Trying to lure me away somewhere. Talking about how tight I looked, and how much he wanted to see me naked and stuff. What a nasty kid," shook Louise her head, more annoyed than angry now.

"Almost sounds like you're gushing about it," I teased, knowing full well she hated it.

"Not funny, Johnny, not funny," Louise reiterated, but when she looked at me, I could tell she liked me being alright with what had happened.

"Look, he's a dumb kid, you don't need to worry about him anymore," I said, reaching for my wife's hands. I wasn't sure if I should push it right now. But I was only human. I couldn't resist.  I needed to tease her. "So did you see it?"

Louise slapped my shoulder playfully, looking at me with a bashful expression.

"Johnny! He wanted to pull it out, but I said no and walked away. You saw what happened. Of course I didn't see it."

"Still, do you want to see it?" I pushed.

"What?" sputtered Louise, her mouth opening. "Why would I want to see his... his thing!"

"I don't know. You looked quite curious before, when he was proposing it. Getting all flustered," I shrugged. "Maybe there's a small part of you that is interested."

"God, you know I'm not interested in any penis but yours," blushed Louise. "I'm not some slut who sleeps around, certainly not with the likes of him."

"I know baby," I assured, holding her hand. "I'm just teasing. A bit. It's hot to think about the little thrill you had."

"Well, maybe I did feel a little tingly. I was rather flustered,” Louise admitted, much to my surprise. Maybe that’s why she got so angry? “But no more than that. And just because I felt that way doesn't mean I have the desire to fuck him or anything, it just means I'm human," she laughed. "I mean, you've been talking about that fantasy lately and while he spoke to me I couldn't help but think back to it."

"It's completely fine to get a little thrill sometimes, no harm done," I winked. "But the least you could do is give him a helping hand," I blurted out before I realized what I was saying.

"What? You want me to jerk him off? Jesus Christ, have you gone mad or what?" Louise shot back.

I held my tongue as a sly grin came across my face. After a second, Louise realized what she said, before then furiously slapping my arm and slapping her hands over her mouth.

"I can't believe you even suggested that," huffed Louise. "My hands are yours and you want me to give them up to someone else? What the fuck?"

She was in disbelief, but I could tell she tried to figure out if I was serious or not. She didn't know if I was upset or just playing around. When my grin only spread, she continued, "What exactly do you want me to do to him? Jack him off? Deepthroat? Let him fuck me in every hole? What the hell is going on here?"

"No. I want you to have a look at his dick," I said with a serious tone. "And perhaps help him a bit? Is that too far? I can understand if that's over the line, but come on, don't you get just a little excited by it?"

"Absolutely not. I only considered it earlier because it turns you on. I'd do it for you, you know. I said I'd never agree to it, but if you wanted it so bad... I guess I could," she mumbled.

"Wow, you'd seriously consider that?" I was floored by her admission. "You don't have to go all cuckold like that to turn me on. Just hearing you entertain it gets me so goddamn excited."

"Well, if I could work up the courage to do it, I would, I think... but touching him? Ugh, it's just so gross. And sharing something like that with a guy like that?" Louise grinned. "We're getting a bit ahead of ourselves here. The boy suggested it, not me. And there's a reason I turned him down, Johnny," she purred, pulling me into a hug.

"Well, that may be, but I'm glad to hear you say those things," I replied, as we hugged for a second.

Our bodies pressed against each other, and I began to imagine my wife with the punk. A real-life in-the-flesh scenario. All in front of my eyes, however far it would go. Her kissing him, getting felt up, spreading her legs to take him... Oh man. I was really entering dangerous territory.

"So you gonna find him then?" I asked, as if it was settled.

"What, to touch him? Are you insane? Johnny, you don't really expect..." Louise stopped speaking and waited as an elderly neighbor passed by. The tension was thick, and the couple who was passing by probably had no idea what we were discussing. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"That's not funny, Johnny. This isn't a damn joke, just because your wife gets a little overexcited and says some horny stuff doesn't mean anything. Sure you're hard, and that's great, but that doesn't change anything."

"It was just a question," I explained, though I felt the moment of my fantasy becoming something real was slipping away from me. It was, even though I'm a horny dick, well beyond me asking Louise to jerk the kid off. It was too overboard, too much of an intrusion. It would break our privacy, and change the dynamics of our relationship. Maybe it was too far…

I didn't have to think much, because Louise must have noticed how my eyes were all misty and distant, my head swimming in some fantasy, as she continued, speaking in a low and solemn voice.

"It's possible. If I was able to do it. Somewhere secluded and... and safe. That's all I'm saying."

"You serious?" I asked. She was giving me the keys, asking me to turn on the engine.

"Look, you were the one asking for this. And I'm being serious here. I'm saying I would do it, for you and for us, as a team, as a couple. It's on you now to make it happen, Johnny. Do you want me to jerk off Tony? Say yes and we'll do it. So what's it gonna be?"

I was in so much shock that it took a few seconds for my brain to realize that it might actually happen. This was it. How do you respond to a question like that? How the fuck was I supposed to give my consent to my loving wife rubbing some shitty kid's cock? What do you say? My cock was throbbing in my jeans. Something had gotten into me, something not natural, and it felt good. I looked into Louise's beautiful, enchanting eyes.

"Yes. I... I want you to do it." My voice was merely a gasp at this point.

Louise's face flashed with mixed emotions. She was more unsure than I had ever seen her, but she nodded and I could tell her pulse quickened.

"You asked for it, honey."

With that, Louise stood up, and went to look for Tony. I could only imagine Tony’s face when Louise made her move on him. I had to wonder how that would even go down… would she just outright ask to see his cock? Would she flirt and make her move on him?

I stood behind and kept a close eye on them, watching my wife's pretty ass jiggle and sway as she walked. As Louise found the teenager in the yard, I sneaked a little closer, hiding myself behind a tree and a large trash bin. Tony seemed preoccupied, but as my wife approached him, he turned his attention to her. It was obvious she wasn't entirely sure how to broach this without making it super awkward and it seemed like she didn't want to involve others nearby. Tony looked smug and arrogant as he surveyed her, checking out my wife's thighs and tits as best he could.

Louise was saying something to Tony and he was grinning even wider and replying, but neither looked alarmed or uneasy. I even saw Louise laughing awkwardly a few times. I could scarcely believe what was unfolding in front of me. Tony put his arm around her, and they moved towards the front of the house. Shit. I knew this was the last point of no return. This was it.

"Holy shit," I mumbled, as Louise looked back to give me a smile, unbeknownst to Tony.

Everything started racing in my mind. The scene was unfolding as if I was in some cheesy porn. The cheating wife, the dirty stud, the perverted cuckold husband. While I was pondering these thoughts, thinking about how awesome it was and what was about to happen, my legs started moving in their direction. I followed them at a safe distance as they crossed the street. I stopped, unable to follow them up the driveway without being seen. I paused, feeling a little jealous at the fact that I couldn't watch them on their way, but I knew what would happen next, and that thought made me so excited.

I saw Tony open the door and let Louise inside, walk in, and close the door. Now my wife was completely alone with Tony and his nefarious intentions. I couldn't handle it, so I walked up to the house, without anything particular in mind. I guess I wanted to watch or hear. We hadn't really agreed on this part. Maybe we hadn’t thought everything all the way through after all.

As I neared the windows, I noticed that the kitchen was dark, so they weren't there. I didn't want to stand outside like a pervert, so just as well. I rounded the house and noticed an open window, probably his bedroom. Would he take my wife to his bedroom to show off his cock? It would be secluded enough, as it faced away from the street and toward the small forest.

"You had something you wanted to show me?" I heard Louise's soft voice ask in a very deep, sensual way, like a slutty, big-city prostitute looking to seduce a client. Holy hell. I had never heard Louise be so sensual, so full of sex appeal.

"Hah, glad you changed your mind," laughed Tony in a rough tone.

"Oh, things can change," laughed Louise, sounding coquettish. "So, you gonna show me your thing or what?"

A moment's pause, and I heard a rustling sound, a soft giggle from Louise.

"Oh, that's a pretty looking dick," my wife breathed. I pushed myself against the window frame and peered inside.

Louise sat on an office chair, and Tony had the biggest smile on his face as my wife held his naked cock in her hand. In the dim light, I could see that Louise gripped him lightly, her hands enveloping and not even fully encompassing his fat cock, tenderly pumping seemingly not even thinking about the wrongness about it. She just sat there dutifully jerking him as she was looking up into his eyes. His uncut flesh almost spilled over her hand, stretching her grip obscenely.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Louise and Tony were silent, his mouth half opened, her eyes in slits. Her tongue slinked from her mouth, and she licked her plump lips. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d thought I’d see my wife sit there with a disgusted look on her face, but no. She didn’t seem to mind the view at all, nor the fat phallus in her hands.

In the twilight of the room, I saw the boy shudder. My darling wife, sitting before the small-minded hooligan. I could feel my own cock growing hard in my pants. Louise took an even stronger grip and began to pump Tony faster. Her face was so close though, I bet she could feel the heat. And her body seemed to jerk back and forth with each pump. When her lips suddenly made contact with Tony's cock for a brief moment, it made his cock jump, and she darted her head back an inch.

"Fuck," gasped the boy, bucking his hips forward. I guess the kid had hoped to get more, and who could blame him. Yet, Louise merely turned her face away. It seemed to be a sheer accident from Louise not seeing where her face went. No way would she ever suck a man’s cock, least of all Tony’s.

“Naughty boy,” she scolded, moving her face out of reach.

As she kept her grip on his cock, her entire demeanor and body language showed a mixture of shock and wonder, a sordid fascination, clearly captivated by the moment. When Louise sighed and lightly moaned, Tony's lecherous grin only widened, as he felt her warm breath on his cock, hovering so close to her face still.

"You've got such a nice cock, Tony. It’s pretty thick. I love that. I'm sorry I don't want to go further, but it would be impossible to resist it. So thick, so long," Louise said in a whisper. She usually talked dirty to me too, but hearing her dish out such words for someone else was wrecking me in all the heart burning, yet potent ways.

"Whoa," laughed Tony. "Sounds like we're a good match then."

Louise kept her gaze down as she shook her head and blushed. "I really wanted to see it, and thank you for letting me touch it. It feels very good in my hands."

Tony was as flabbergasted as I was, he didn't say anything. All he could do was squeeze his hands into tight fists and smile goofily.

"Please, don't tell my husband I touched you. He wouldn't be happy at all. Please? Can you keep this a secret?" Louise asked, playing up her innocence.

"Fuck yeah," he laughed, a sheen of sweat on his head, "if you keep that shit up. Oh fuck! What a grip."

When Louise glanced up, a dirty smile spread across her face. I was in shock at how she behaved. With her manicured hand, she skillfully massaged his shaft, her fingers pinching and pulling on the kid's reddening member, gauging how firm his erection was. Her words, how sultry she sounded... she swore she did it for me, but I could tell she was turned on by now. My lovely wife was clearly titillated by the filth of the situation, by the taboo nature of it. How kinky my innocent, sweet wife was behaving... I could barely handle it. She was even thanking him! My wife with a giant schlong in her hand, thanking the asshole kid for letting her hold and tug on his cock... but she was enjoying the kinkiness, the novelty of it, so I was more than happy to see where this was going.

"Can you cum like this?" Louise asked, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Maybe,” Tony grunted, flexing his ass slightly to meet her hands.

"Mmm, that's it. Make yourself throb, imagine you're in my warm, wet mouth. Don't be shy," she continued, the perverse and obscene words dizzying me. She never even entertained that with me. Maybe she brought it out to make Tony cum faster… that gotta be it…

"Do it, shove me down there," Tony complained.

Checkmate. Louise never blew anybody, she found it way too degrading and nasty. I had been dying for it, but even for me, it was completely off the table. Yet the way Louise blushed and hung her head to one side suggested that Louise was highly considering it. The giant dick she was holding was just way too tantalizing.

"I don't do that," she said finally, continuing to stroke Tony's big cock. "I never have. Never will."

"You'll love it, trust me. Come on, just do it for a second. I'm so close. Let me blow my load right in that pretty mouth. You know you want to, you fucking tease," the boy groaned.

Louise paused for a second. Did she really consider it? Was she so turned on, her mind spinning so fast, was she really about to allow this punk to shoot his load all over her tongue? Could it be happening?

"No, no way. I don't do that. If I'm doing this, it's strictly hands," Louise admonished, snapping back to reality. "It's bad enough I'm doing anything. Imagine if Johnny found out..."

"Fuck your husband, man," chuckled Tony. "Fuck him. Just touch it some more, okay? Feel how hard I am. You can use your mouth a bit. Doesn't hurt anyone."

All my years of my marriage, I knew Louise never let anybody talk to her like that. She was a strong and independent woman who’d give him a ringer if he talked to her like that… but due to the nature of why she was even there, she had to sit there and take it.

And if she'd refuse to give me any kinda blowjob, Tony was shit outta luck. There was no way she'd let this twerp tell her what to do, to give him head, and absolutely no fucking way she would consider giving. She was only there giving him a handjob to satisfy my fantasy, not actually to entertain him.

"My, where did your good manners go," Louise chimed, now stroking his cock very lightly with the tips of her delicate fingers, letting him know she wasn't down for any fun and games, disrespect would get him nowhere. It was powerplay at its best. But to let him know she was still down to play, Louise reaffirmed her grip and started jerking off the kid again.

"A pretty face like that? Oh man, come on, please! I’m dying to fuck that mouth!" Tony groaned.

I couldn't get a full view from this angle. Since the room was dark, I had a hard time seeing everything properly, but Louise's face and parts of her arms were visible enough. I loved looking at Louise's face, so beautiful and proud, staring defiantly up at Tony. To see her lower herself to the level of a cheating slut, to see the woman of my dreams being made to look like a stupid tart for some nobody shithead... There was nothing to describe it. My heart was pounding, but my mind was racing faster. Seeing Louise so alive and willing to try new things was so hot, her cheeks rosy, almost like a young, innocent girl trying everything the first time in life, learning and experimenting, yet so defiant in giving an inch. It was like watching a virgin trying her first cock. Oh god. The sheer perversity and profanity of it was just overwhelming.

Then my wife turned her eyes back to the kid's cock, and she looked pensive.

"Oral is so... filthy and... degrading. Dirty. Only sluts do that, it's not something a married woman should do. I'm not a whore. Sorry, you got a nice cock, and maybe I’m a bit judgmental, but I don't even do such things for my husband," Louise explained as she studied Tony’s pulsing cock.

My jaw dropped at her admittance. Not only did she compliment the asshole neighbor kid’s cock in such a matter of fact manner, but she also revealed things about our own sex life. I couldn't see Tony's reaction, but I had a suspicion that Louise’s words would entice him even further.

"I doubt my husband would like it," she continued, and then paused, as if waiting for Tony's reply.

"He won't find out, don't worry. You said you liked my cock?" Tony said.

"That was just a, like, throwaway remark. It's like, it's a nice dick, but I'm not going to suck it or anything,” Louise replied.

"How nice is it?" Tony asked.

"Your dick is very nice and well-endowed, Tony. You're very lucky," she admitted, making Tony's lust even worse.

When my wife tilted her head to inspect his cock further, she inadvertently made him focus on her amazing, sexy tits. This caused Tony to bite his bottom lip in need, desperately wanting to devour and violate my precious wife.

"Do you jerk off to me? Thinking about me, I mean?" Louise suddenly asked, tilting her head to look up. I couldn't see her expression, but her voice was clear and steady. She wasn't shy about what she asked him. She knew she was hot, so it was more an affirmation of something she already knew. But she wanted to hear it.

Tony nodded. "Look at you, who wouldn't," he breathed, bucking his hips up to meet her firm strokes. "Those tits? That ass? I used to think you were a boring but sexy housewife, always with your husband. Now I know better, seeing this awesome body so close. Why don't you let those tits out?"

"Will it make you cum quicker?" Louise asked. My jaw dropped again.

She'd comply to get partially undressed just to make this guy who wasn't me cum faster? The wife who never went for easy hookups was now considering pulling out her beautiful breasts I adore so much just to satisfy this schmuck.

"Yes, please, your face is so beautiful, but nothing beats a nice chest, especially yours. Fuck yeah," the boy groaned, gazing down into Louise's dress.

I saw Louise reach for the strings holding everything in place and begin to untie them, undoing the hold on her tits. I felt my hard cock lurch in my pants. We had always been relatively vanilla when it came to any deviant stuff. What I was seeing now was so naughty and forbidden. It was so hot.

I noticed that Louise kept her strapless bra on. However, she moved the cups of her strapless bra away and the delicious, rounded swells of her tits burst into the light, strutting for Tony to feast his eyes on. It was hard not to swallow a lump in your throat or squeal as they entered into view. They were truly mesmerizing, breathtaking even. It was hot and wrong all at once.

I could hear Tony gasp as he soaked in the magnificent view of my wife's naked chest under him as she stroked him vigorously. He thrust his hips forward, a newfound energy coming out as his desire to have my wife in the kinkiest way possible became manifest. He had that horny-ass, predatory gaze men get when they want to own and fuck a woman. It looked just plain weird on a shithead like Tony.

"Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes!" he yelled, shoving his hips furiously.

This time Louise simply looked up at him, showing that dirty grin, biting on her lower lip, waiting for him to unload all over her pretty face and golden hair. Her mind and inner self seemed like the complete antithesis of how she acted: the slutty facial expressions, the relaxed demeanor, the way she massaged his dick, all said one thing: cum for me. It was a performance extraordinaire.

The kid trembled. Then Louise did the unthinkable. She poked her nimble, wet tongue out at him. Mouth wide open. Ready and eager. He lurched. Cried out. And let loose.

"UHHHHH!! GGGAAAHHHHH!!" the kid bellowed.

The first shot landed square in Louise's mouth, and she soon moved back, trying to dodge the second blast. As Tony kept blasting, the splatter all over Louise's face and neck became too much and she flinched. There was now a huge mess of white splooge coating her mouth, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and most importantly, her golden hair. Louise seemed in shock by the quantity, but I had seen that smirk when the first load squirted out. She liked it. Her first time getting cum on her skin, but being midway through a gasp and a laugh told me that my proper wife didn't mind getting a cum shower too much. I couldn't believe how dirty she looked, and was. That she would do this to please me. What a treasure I had.

After the massive facial ended, the kid leaned back, crashing onto his bed. I could tell he was tired, almost floored by the explosive orgasm and force with which it came. He put a hand on his forehead, exhausted. At the same moment, I saw Louise rise on her feet, standing up tall and looking down on the boy who had crashed back on his bed. She adjusted her bra again and fixed her dress. She found some napkins and started cleaning up her chest.

"You liked it?" Tony gasped.

"Mmmm, Iit was a pretty good load," she replied with a nonchalant smirk. Louise turned to leave, but Tony spoke again.

"Wait, did you... shoot mine out?" Tony asked.

"What do you mean?" she said, confusion spreading across her face.

"You didn't swallow, did you?" the kid pressed on, an evil smile on his face.

"Oh," said my wife, "I... Yeah... I swallowed it… whatever came in my mouth, I swallowed..."

"Good girl, I knew you couldn't be just all prissy and shit. You must have an awesome little pussy, mind if I get a taste before you go?" Tony asked, sitting more up from his slanted position.

"You're a fucking pig," Louise reprimanded. "A punk. Gross. I stroked it for you, but my body isn't something on sale, dick. Why the fuck would I do that? Johnny would kill me."

"Just one lick," Tony said with a suggestive smile.

I saw Louise shake her head no. "No, no way," she explained, backing away to the door. "This has gone far enough, kid. Now stop saying these things."

"I'm sure your husband didn't treat you right," Tony tried. But I knew that would only make it worse. Don’t ever shit talk me in front of Louise, or you’ll hear it.

"Fuck you, kid. Let's not do this, alright?" Louise put a hand on the door handle. "Johnny is probably looking for me."

"Come here," Tony said, ignoring what she said while patting the mattress beside him. "You've gotta be horny, your man isn't around, and you want my tongue somewhere, I'm sure. Let me give you some relief.”

Louise laughed and looked at him with amazement. I too was stunned by his audacity. Was he actually thinking she'd let him do whatever he wanted? I watched, silent, as Louise remained by the door, still not moving.

"C'mon, it would be fun, Johnny will never know. My parents are out as well, all alone. It's okay, I promise. Just one lick," Tony said. “It’s only fair I treat you after you helped me out like that.”

"I... um... Oh wow... that's... gosh..." stumbled Louise. "It's just so far... so out there."

Once again my wife left me in shock. Maybe it was her own arousal that affected her mind, and perhaps a bit of that red wine, but she had basically told Tony she was considering it. For the second time, I doubted the situation. There was no way she was really deliberating over his offer. Heck, maybe Louise just wasn't used to having to please men like him, all so vulgar and forceful. My cock twitched as I watched my beautiful wife debate the merits of letting the kid between her legs.

My excitement grew stronger and more intense. There was no way she wanted to do it. Why hadn’t she moved to leave the room, the house? This was surely the breaking point. Louise remained though, almost as if she wanted Tony to talk her into it. Tony sensed this too and scooted closer on his bed.

"C'mere," he urged, pointing to a spot next to him on the mattress.

My mind couldn't help but wonder: what if she decided to let him? He clearly wanted to, there was no doubt. But could my wife actually let him? Then, she changed her tone completely and said:

"Look, Tony, I appreciate your interest. You're very convincing. But I can't. I really can't. My husband..." she trailed off.

"Do I look like I give a fuck about your fucking husband? Let me pleasure your pussy," Tony hungered.

"You wish!" exclaimed my wife with such a flirty tone that I couldn't believe it was coming out of her mouth. It wasn’t a shut down, it was such a different tone when she had shut him down earlier.

I don't know if it was on purpose, but as she said it she took a small step towards the foot of the bed and playfully placed her hands on the dresser behind her, looking sideways at Tony glaring back at her.

As my thoughts raced, I could almost feel Tony staring at her, scoping out my wonderful wife's body, waiting for her move. Louise was obviously just playing along, enjoying herself in the moment. She liked having him come after her, but deep inside, knew she could never let him near her most sacred place. That's what I told myself. That's what I needed to believe.

I clenched my fists, staring at the window. My entire fantasy was based on Louise bending herself to make this happen. I wanted her so badly to do it, for my proper wife to succumb to dirty desire, my mind and body needed it to happen. I could see she was thinking about it. It felt like an eternity passed. I could almost see her brain ticking over the whole idea in her head, running through the pros and cons... when finally, my wife gave a slight nod. And stepped towards the bed. I panicked. I could feel everything accelerate:

Louise lowered herself, with deliberate, sensual movements.

The asshole took Louise's hand and guided her to the bed, to a comfortable position on her back. Then he crawled between her spread legs and wrapped his arms around her thick, strong thighs and roughly yanked her downwards, down into his hungry mouth. His face disappeared under her summer dress, and slow wet sounds started to emanate from my wife’s crotch.

"Ohhh," cooed Louise, as she started to fidget and dance beneath his wet tongue.

She gripped onto his head and rubbed his hair, while keeping his face jammed against her twat. I watched, transfixed, seeing Louise so enthralled passion. I had never seen her act this way, not so fast at least, and I had gone down on her plenty of times. The little whimpers, the heavy breathing, the constant mewing noises, her sweet cries of joy. Maybe the mix of Tony's brutal passionate skill and the reality of the situation enhanced Louise’s pleasure. Him humming along as he savored her most treasurable place.

With great reluctance, my attention wandered towards Tony's hands, where I watched as his hands slid across my wife's beautiful, toned, sexy thighs. A knot tied in my stomach, making me slightly nauseous, at least at first. Seeing him enjoying my wife so thoroughly, pleasuring and using my loving, gentle wife so perfectly... his fingers explored every inch of her gorgeous thighs, teasing and toying with her as his lips kissed and licked at her vagina. It should’ve been mine alone, but now Tony too knew how my wife tasted, what she looked like and the sounds she made when she was thoroughly pleasured. Jealousy and guilt hurt me to the bone, but I loved every second of it.

"Mmm," he mumbled from under her dress, allowing her to let out a jagged gasp before diving back in.

My lovely wife spread herself and mewled happily as he swiped his tongue from bottom to top and repeatedly stabbed her wetness. I could hear a tinge of self-consciousness and doubt enter her voice, mixed in with the unmistakable sign of an orgasm forming. Her moans were getting louder, quicker, her writhing more pronounced.

"Tony... Wait..." Louise breathlessly urged.

The kid didn't listen, he just continued on his singular mission: make my hot wife cum all over his eager face. It was then, when Louise cried out, her legs stiffened and pussy clutched as an intense orgasm fired deep inside her. Her entire body felt that one. She was groaning loudly, sighing and cooing in all directions, gripping the sheets so hard that I thought I heard them rip. The kid began lapping and sucking noisily on my wife's smooth pussy, ignoring her pathetic, convulsing efforts to push him off from the overwhelming sensitivity. At first, it had seemed she was in control, but now I witnessed her completely break and fracture into a thousand pieces. She thrashed, tugged, and begged for him for more. His mouth was smacking lewdly on her slickness, as he tongued and sucked all over her puffy mound.

The indecency of the acts I witnessed my wife get into was just bewildering. Louise wasn't the type to act so raw, so primitive. Now, my beautiful lady was reduced to mewling submissively as some puny-ass kid licked her pussy. She laid comfortably back on this teenager’s bed, her flawless head resting on his pillow, while mewling in sensation of what Tony had done. The teacher on her back with a student's face between her thighs. The scenery was indescribable.

Louise's quivering legs flexed open, almost as if letting him know his job was done. But the kid knew her even better than I did at that moment. Instead of letting up, he pressed on her, not easing his tongue action an iota, as he licked and slurped every inch, feeling her shiver and convulse against his strong grip. Even though the kid was shorter than me, overweight, and with a shit attitude, he seemed like a real man compared to her, singing her tunes elegantly. If I had known, I would never have imagined I had actually brought Louise into his presence. Of course, I loved to witness how he ravished her, but I honestly wouldn't have believed she'd allow herself to be done like that, and I certainly didn’t expect him to pack both size and skill.

"So good, Tony," my wife moaned. Her voice dripped with sexual satisfaction. From his technique.

This little fiend had just gone down on my wife, the woman of my dreams, and made her cum hard. And if that wasn't enough, she was stroking his messy hair and coaxing him to stay at her snatch. The kid obliged, and she made the most wonderful noises as he went back to feasting. He looked like he was attacking her, devouring her, swallowing her pussy whole.

"Ungh, god. Feels so amazing," Louise keened, no longer bothering to control herself. Letting her guard down and allowing her overwhelming pleasure become evident. For his part, Tony was more energetic than ever, licking my wife's lovely, slender pussy like a man possessed.

She quivered again, harder than last time, and I sensed my wife was on the edge. More than I'd ever seen her. Last time she held back, now she knew to let it flow. Louise was about to cum so fucking hard. Tony hadn't shown any sign of wanting to release my wife to the joys of a solid orgasm.

"Fuck, oh god," groaned Louise, her hips pumping upwards to help the kid go deeper and deeper. "Unnnnh, uh, uhhhhhh... Yes... Eat it... Oooohhh," my wife uttered, as if she was a total stranger, like it wasn't even her. It was something much hornier, a different and kinkier person with a strong affection for having her pussy eaten. But I was the husband, the poor fucking husband who had brought all this into place. It still seemed unimaginable that Louise was doing this, that it was a reality.

Louise grunted animalistically as Tony's long, agile tongue thrashed against her juicy, throbbing little box, and she groaned even harder as her juices squirted, over and over, bathing his hungry mouth. Tony leaned back for the first time since the lick fest began.

"Holy fuck," he gasped. "I need more of that." Louise nodded and put her hand on his head once again, pushing down ever so slightly, suggesting she too needed his mouth right back on her, that it made her feel too good to resist. The guy looked up, his face shiny and glistening from her oozing cunt, her copious juices.

"You like me eating you then? Not so bad?" Tony grinned.

My wife sighed, and pulled his head against her crotch. Tony responded immediately and began sucking on her dewy slit. A third, muffled orgasm convulsed through Louise's body, her strong thighs again squeezing tight around him, as her back arched upwards. Her entire body spasmed, and she writhed violently all over the bed. The kid was unrelenting, attacking her cunt with feral abandon, and more of Louise's nectar shot forth, straight into his waiting mouth.

Then Louise released her grip on his head, she stopped grinding and whimpering.

"How's that as an answer for you?" she mewled, smiling down at him between her legs.

"Heh heh, thought so," he agreed. "Do you moan and cream that hard for your husband?"

Louise's eyes widened a bit, as if just now she was reminded where she was, why and how she ended up in this bed. She sat up abruptly and tried to catch her breath and steady her shaking legs. I stared, open-mouthed. I could read the shame from the way she grimaced. With a slight wave of sadness coming over me, I saw her blush with anger, disgust and humiliation and start looking for her clothes. She gathered her things and slipped them on quickly. My lust, confusion, and anxiety grew even further in strength and volume, the internal tornado in me raging furiously.

"Hey, answer me!" Tony said.

"Fuck you, Tony. Fuck you," Louise retorted, trying to pass off the fact that Tony had just buried his entire tongue in her pretty pussy. But she didn’t sound all that angry.

"Not my fault you loved it!" Tony said defensively, sitting up in his bed.

"That was... just... That was strange and..." Louise muttered.

"Liar, your wet hot pussy can't lie. So do you cum that hard with Johnny? Huh?" Tony asked again.

I saw Louise lower her eyes, clearly conflicted by the events and situation. It was probably her guilt arising over what she'd done, but also by Tony's teasing and aggressive tone and what it did to her. She finally shook her head. Of course, she did. I had never even been let close to eating her out.  And the only reason she let Tony was probably because of the fantasy and getting carried away.

"So you liked it?" he persisted.

"Yes," Louise relented, fidgeting, standing in the middle of his room once again.

"Did you have a good time?" Tony asked in a lower fashion.

I'm not sure if my wife was aware of her involuntary nod, but somehow Tony knew. "You should do me a favor, then," he suggested. It wasn't a suggestion. I could tell from the insistent look and tone he was taking.

"And what's that, huh?" Louise asked.

"Let me fuck you. That little fucking whore body deserves a real fuck. Right here. Right now."

Her eyes once again narrowed, as her eyes scanned the entirety of his body, trying to assess the situation. She felt ashamed that she had let the kid so deeply into her private places. In hindsight I was jealous, because it seemed as though he had won her over by being the winner of the battle between her propriety and morals. How dirty and cheap it made her feel that she had succumbed to him.

"I'm not doing that," she said with finality, "Sex is something lovers do. I'm not screwing somebody just for fun, unless it's something serious. Do you think I'll just throw myself at anybody?"

"So you gonna just leave me like this?" Tony said gesturing towards his raging boner. Louise smirked then.

"Yes," she promptly said, turned on her heels and walked out.

I hurried away to meet my wife at the front door. A slightly disheveled Louise soon emerged, giving me a weak smile as she arrived, seemingly a bit lightheaded, and dazed.

"I never expected you to get a facial! And him going-" I started eagerly, but Louise hushed me.

"Let's head home... did you see it?" Louise asked in a low voice.

"Hell yeah!" I answered eagerly as we started towards our own house, diagonally across from Tony's house.

"I didn't realize you'd be watching..." Louise admitted.

"Wait... you did all that, thinking I wouldn't know?" I asked in slight surprise. That would be extra devious!

"I didn't really want to, I just... It's complicated," Louise admitted. "I'd tell you after anyway... but now I guess you know. But, when did you start watching?"

"Just as you got down between his knees," I replied. "So how was it?"  I asked as I held the door for her.

Louise lowered her head, blushed, and sighed, then walked inside. I followed closely, awaiting a response, and watched as she sat down on the couch. She rubbed her forehead with her hands, sat back and straightened her back. Then she glanced up at me and smiled warmly, showing she still loved and cared about me.

"Well?" I began.

"Seeing you so hard already," she noted, licking her lips as she gazed down at my crotch, "all just from seeing me. God... it was unbelievable."

"Don't toy with me, dear," I whispered.

Louise took a deep breath. "Okay. Yes. I enjoyed it. I shouldn't, but I did. The first time I saw how big and powerful he was, I kinda fell into his trap, if you can call it that. His tongue feels amazing. He did me three times. I never knew it could be like that, so amazing. Amazing and intense. I think we probably could've kept going, I could let that kid eat me out all day. Is that bad?" she asked with a sly smile.

My jaw dropped wide open once again. I knew it was my wife's performance, making it all happen for my sake. But it seemed so real. It was real. As real as it got. It had become a very vivid fantasy. I pulled Louise towards me and kissed her passionately, groping her round tits, and I unzipped my pants in record time.

"I... um... Oh god, you really enjoyed it then?" I asked her breathlessly.

"So fucking much. Maybe it's not so bad if we, um... you know. Can I say it... If we cheat?" Louise muttered, fondling her own dress to get it off.

I watched, intrigued, as she got down to her knees, in the same way she knelt before Tony. I felt so lucky to have a goddess like that offer herself willingly. Louise unbuckled my belt slowly, almost in awe. She rubbed the bulge for a moment before finally pulling down my underwear. Her eyes were fixed on my pulsating cock.

Then her eyes darted up, and for a moment we simply looked at each other, before she again looked away shyly.

"I never thought I'd ever do anything so devious... but at least now we've done it. Right? " Louise hummed.

*

The next morning we spent time relaxing together. Louise was in the shower, while I was just lying back thinking about all the naughty fantasies. There was no shortage of material.  We didn't really do anything, called it a lazy Sunday, but the idea that my sexy wife had given a nineteen-year-old neighbor kid a handjob, have him eat her out... Well, that's difficult to let go of. I was left thinking more about Tony, wondering what other shit he could have pulled. I wouldn't say I was scared, but I was certainly quite intimidated by how brazen he was. How horny Louise had actually gotten from the whole experience was evident, and how she was willing to compromise any future dignity or standards of decency... I don't know. I never would've guessed.

Monday everything was back to normal. Nothing extraordinary occurred. Perhaps the most awkward moment was seeing Tony, knowing what went down. He walked to his car and drove to school, so it wasn't the lengthiest of interactions, but awkward nonetheless. I went to work myself, and didn't see Louise until the evening.

"Guess who I saw earlier today," she said, twirling some hair and smiling deviously as I joined her on the couch.

She hadn't said anything about the fantasy since Saturday, but after such a line, I knew immediately she was talking about Tony. My cock rose with interest, my thoughts once again becoming flooded with images of my naked wife on his bed and more. Louise leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my lips.

"You mean..." I paused.

"That little brat yes," Louise snickered, "I guess I already should've known, but he's of course a student at the school. Not in my PE classes, but with one of the other teachers," she said.

"Go on, then..." I urged, pulling her body closer. I did like her tune, though. She had been really accepting of what had happened, really embracing the whole cuckold thing.

"Nothing, really. Just odd that I can see him whenever. A bit weird seeing him just acting normal and everything," Louise said matter of factly, picking up the TV remote.

"So nothing happened?" I asked.

"We didn't really talk. And besides, we've already done the fantasy now, and got the experience of... you know..." my wife blushed, "cheating."

I felt a small sense of dread realizing what she was saying. "So no reason for any more to happen, right?" was basically what she said, what she truly meant. She looked at me and probably saw my reaction. Louise studied me for a moment, reading me like a book.

"You wanted something to happen, didn't you?" she asked. Normally that could've been an accusation, but Louise knew how into it I was so I saw her intentions were genuine. She was as reassuring and understanding as I could ask for.

"I... I guess a bit," I admitted, frowning at my own reaction to my wife not cheating on me.

Louise looked like she was in deep thought as if she was gauging how to handle this the right way. I don't know if it was the right thing to do, but this was the moment I decided to push for it.

"So you liked it?" I asked, mimicking Tony's words.

Louise met my eyes, taking notice of that.

"Maybe," she conceded. "It's just so vile. I can't stop thinking about it even days after and... maybe yes, I do think about it. So dirty..."

"We could arrange something. If you like, that is," I hopefully suggested.

"You're seriously suggesting I do stuff with him again?" Louise asked, looking at me with one of her eyebrows raised.

"Honey," I held her hands in mine. "There's no pressure. But... hearing you say it yourself, that you can't stop thinking about it..."

She sighed. Then she let out a nervous laugh and looked at me, a mixture of genuine curiosity, seriousness, worry, and hope all mixed on her stunning face.

"I won't pretend I didn't... react, but there's so many issues here," said Louise. I nodded, fully knowing how unconventional it was. “First of, I think we need control. Second, coinciding with the first; we’re moving way too fast. If we could establish some rules... maybe that could help out continuing the exploration of this thing of yours. Remember, I'm doing this for you. I wouldn't do any of this if you didn't push it, right?" Louise said.

"Absolutely, and I love you for it. I agree that rules could help stuff, but how do we get him onboard with that?" I asked.

"We tell him," she replied and shrugged.

I widened my eyes in surprise. To Louise's credit, she wasn't usually brazen when it came to intimate matters, but she sure looked determined now. She lowered her head as the idea of seeing Tony again appeared to start playing across her gorgeous face.

"You trust him like that?" I asked.

"We don't really have a choice not to, if we want this to continue. If we’re gonna continue… to cuck you," Louise said, slowly adding that last part.

“What now?” I asked, perplexed.

“We have to trust him if we want to continue cucking you,” Louise said, now with more confidence, meeting my shocked face with a small, hopeful smile.

It was hard to comprehend the words coming out of my wife's mouth, but burned through me so well. Louise scooted closer again, planting a long, sweet kiss on my lips and my forehead. Then she stood and gave a sensual twirl, which turned my mind into mush. My eyes gazed on her delicious curves.

"Come here. Let's sit at the table and talk this through, shall we?" Louise suggested, taking my hands and guiding me to the kitchen.

I nodded. I didn't like the thought of putting faith into an asshole kid like Tony, but I also wasn't thinking all that straight, now with the prospect of more happening looming.

"Would he even follow the rules?" I asked, sitting down.

"I certainly hope so. If he wants to see me again he'd have to respect our rules."

"You're considering it though, right?" I said. "We could have more fun, maybe more control, and have the fantasy too, so you wouldn't have to feel as bad," I added quickly, realizing this may sound as though I wanted it regardless of her feelings and interests.

"The real question is," Louise asked, scooting out on the edge of her seat, dangling her delicate feet in front of me, her horseshoe dangling off her toes, "Could you handle it? Could you handle Tony enjoying my hands, staring at my face as he thought wicked things until he ejaculated all over my hands?"

As Louise spoke, she kicked her slipper off, scooted further out on her chair and moved her feet along my bulge, playing and stroking, making it throb madly beneath her touch. My balls tightened. She had never given an inkling of being interested in doing anything with feet before! Louise let out a cute giggle, like only a sexy wife could, as she watched me bite my lip and swallow. She had never done this before. What had I awoken?

"He gets my hands, you get my feet? Does that sound like a fair deal, dear husband?" she asked coyly. Louise then pressed her whole sole against my covered hard-on.

Her implying she’d deny me her hands did things to me that I didn’t expect. It probably wasn’t meant that way, but I felt myself throb at the prospect of being denied. In a perverted way, it all sounded so thrilling. Louise sensed something was going on inside me and didn’t break her intense gaze into my eyes. As if she knew what she was doing, the way she worked on my package was just perfect.

"I asked, do you think you can handle me keep jerking him off?" Louise asked.

"W-will he go down on you?" I asked back, stammered by her delicate foot in my crotch administering an expert massage on my sensitive parts.

Louise bit her lip. It was incredible how seductive she'd gotten in such a short time. Then she grinned and snickered. I could already predict the answer she'd give me.

"Oh honey, that would be pretty naughty if you let me do that," Louise admitted.

My mind was spiraling at the possible scenarios, all that could happen. At her sultry delivery, she sounded as if she already made up her mind. I had unknowingly pushed for him pleasuring her… and she already knew how well he could do that.

"Well, why not?" I asked, urging Louise to admit she was having fun. "I think it's fair you get something out of it too."

"How considerate," Louise said with a smile. "Well, I have already come up with some rules, actually," Louise added, in an informative way, keeping herself so matter-of-factly. I could tell she liked us exploring a few new territories. Louise snapped a post-it note and a pen so she could write.

"Rule number one," she said, starting to firmly massage my shaft up and down with her foot, while writing down the rule. "You must be able to say no. You’re my husband, so I think that is important"

I gulped. Her strokes started to seem more akin to a foot job than a teasing. And she wasn't letting up. She rubbed the entire underside with quick, strong strokes up and down my length, but never really looking at her handiwork… feetiwork, I mean.

"Rule number two," she said, pulling a new post-it note, "You must be able to watch. I haven't really thought this one through, as perhaps sometimes we're not able to all three be in a room… so I was thinking perhaps I could record it on my phone? My phone, so he can't do some stupid stuff with it later."

Louise smiled, her own lustful thoughts evident as her gaze fell downwards, staring at my bulge. “Is that okay?” Louise asked, finally darting a look over at me, giving me a few quicker strokes.

“Yeah,” I croaked, feeling the tension in my shaft build.

"Rule number three," she continued, refocusing on the fresh post-it note, and thus slowed down her pace to her soft soles gently caressing my shaft. She was softly running her little foot up and down, a look of pure concentration on her pretty face. She was teasing me alright. "No intercourse. He gets to enjoy me up to a certain point, but I won't betray you, honey."

"Otherwise, is that fine?" she asked, looking up from her soft rubbing.

I could only nod.

“Good. Now unbuckle your belt, and let’s make you cum to seal the deal,” Louise said, pulling her feet back. I did as I was told, and soon her feet were back on my bare cock.

Louise’s foot was so soft and smooth against my skin, yet so strong. She went full speed ahead, to make me blow my load, and seeing her manicured toes curl into my shaft in full action was plenty. Soon I sealed the deal indeed by shooting the most powerful cum of my life over her foot.

I had no clue how she could have so much vigor in these matters. The normally shy, yet confident wife was slowly building a wild streak. My mind swam, torn between the intense pleasure and anxiety. She said it was all for me, but the pleasure Tony gave her was no lie. The pleasure she was to give him. But I trusted her.

These rules would ensure my inclusion, and as Louise had said so many times she didn't want any of it besides to please my depraved fantasy. Trust the process. I knew I could trust Louise, but the anxiety was part of it all. It was a crucial piece to make the fantasy become a true reality. It felt like the storm in my heart was raging so hard it was about to burst.

"What was that about? A footjob? You never done anything like that before," I asked, still somewhat out of breath.

"Well, maybe I read about some other fantasies out there and decided to explore some too?" Louise said with a wicked smirk. “Lets just say I have some firsts I wanna look into. A bit of feet, maybe something with a girl if you let me… or join me…”

Louise looked at me back to being the shy wife I knew her ass, even as she dropped the hottest bomb on me. A threesome with her and another woman? I never knew she was interested in women like that.

"Just some ideas floating out there," Louise said, shrugging before getting up, and squeezing past me.

"Oh wow. Okay, that sounds nice," I said. I really was dumbfounded at this point.

*

That week, my wife invited Tony over the following Sunday. I was a nervous wreck, unsure if the whole set up was perfect, or if we had been deluding ourselves with the initial fantasy.  At least the rules put some boundaries down on what could happen.

"Calm down, okay? We already went past a certain line. And we can bail whenever. So no worrying," Louise said confidently. "We're in control. I am in control."

"I know, I know. I can't really take it in that it's happening, that's all," I explained.

Louise nodded, a smile formed at the edge of her mouth. She moved onto me, planting a kiss on my lips. "Do you trust me?" she asked again. I nodded without hesitation. "Then let's have some fun."

Louise disappeared in the kitchen. A moment later, there was a polite knock at the front door. With a nervous energy running through my veins, I went to let Tony inside. He smirked at me as he entered the room.

"Sup. Where's Mrs. Banks?" Tony asked, walking right past me.

"Louise. Call her Louise," I answered him. She was a teacher, so he was probably accustomed to her surname, but the whole ordeal didn’t really fit him going with such formalities. "She's in the kitchen."

Without waiting, he headed to the kitchen, leaving me behind. Not wanting to waste a second, I followed him, though. Louise had just set the table with wine and cheese when we joined her.

"Hello again, Tony," Louise said.

"Hey Louise," he replied.

I looked at them interacting. My cock hardened. It was suddenly all real again, an amazing feeling to feel the arousal within. Louise's lips twitched. She was excited, trying to restrain herself. I recognized her game. She knew what kind of things Tony could and mostly wanted to do to her. Hell, it was written plainly across his face.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked him.

Tony didn't acknowledge the hospitality and took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Listen, I know I was a bit forward at the party,” Tony started, looking from Louise to me. “I want to apologize. I can get a bit stuck in my own shit when I get going.”

“Oh… yeah. That’s okay, thanks for the apology though,” Louise said slowly, not sure how to react to that.

“Not that you don’t deserve the compliments, I mean look at ya,” Tony chuckled, making a show of looking up and down my wife. “Maybe I meant it after all, eh?”

Louise smiled and shook her head. I could tell she wanted to tell him off, but fought back for the sake of going through with making my fantasy a thing.

"Anyway. You guys wanted to talk about something?" he asked.

Louise took a seat next to the teen, while I stepped a little forward, so I could survey my wife and her young toy.

"Yes, we do," Louise began. "Don't want to beat around the bush. I told John about our little... discretion last weekend," my wife said and glanced at Tony. His eyes shifted between the two of us, processing what that meant.

"Well, fuck," Tony said. "I'm getting the baseball bat, ain't I?"

"No, Tony. No," Louise interrupted him. "My dear husband, my husband right here, well, he has been quite taken with our little encounter. And before you even think you're in trouble, you're not. What we want from you is quite different," Louise explained.

Tony remained silent, gauging where this was going, so Louise continued: "If anything, we want to establish some ground rules. This isn't going to continue unless we agree on them."

"Rules for what?" Tony asked suspiciously.

"For whatever happens," Louise said, meeting his eyes to make the significance clear.

I saw his look turning pleased. Tony's tone also changed: "Alright, let's do it. I think I'm getting it. So what's the rules?"

"There are three rules. Rule 1, Johnny must be able to say no, and then we break it off. Rule 2, Johnny needs to be included so we need to record with my phone. I will send the recordings of us to John so he can see the action... And rule 3, no intercourse of course," Louise listed.

I stared, first at Louise, then Tony.

"So what the fuck can we do then?" Tony asked, his personality shining through.

"Handjobs and I guess... maybe we can let you eat me out once in a while? Is that okay, Johnny?" Louise suggested.

And just like that Louise had put me on the spot. She wanted me to affirm it in front of Tony, for me to yield her pleasure center over to another man while he heard it. It was probably not on purpose, yet here I was. I felt myself nod.

"So what do I get outta that? Doesn't sound like much of a deal," Tony said quite crudely.

I saw Louise hold back an annoyed sigh and a roll of her eyes.

"Like I said," she reminded him, but Tony interrupted.

"And what would the neighbor's think? I'm guessing ya'll don't want the whole bunch to know good ole proper Mrs Louise Banks is up for the pickings? What would they think when I stroll across the street, then thirty minutes stumble back all disheveled and shit?"

"I'm not--"

"So I have a solution. I also have a rule of my own."

Louise and I exchanged a look. Not what we expected.

"Go ahead," I said.

"I want it once a week, and I want at least once a month it to be without a shitty fucking camera to maneuver and whatever the fuck," Tony demanded.

Louise folded her arms in front of her chest and raised her eyebrow, an infuriated scowl plastered on her face. Tony's eyes immediately found her spilling cleavage.

"And a plausible excuse: you're tutoring me. I've got shit grades and it's no secret. You're helping me out with PE stuff, god knows I could use it," Tony roared, slapping his belly laughing.

"That's actually... not a bad idea," Louise said after a few lingering moments, uncrossing her arms. "That way we can safely have you over on weekdays as well, and it provides us with an alibi. Wouldn't have to worry what the whole neighborhood thinks. Deal!"

"Wait-" I said. Weekly? And once a month? And this thing about having him over on weekdays? We hadn’t even discussed any of that.

"Too late," Tony smirked. I guess he was right. Part of the fantasy was to have Louise take charge over said fantasy. I wanted to be out of control, that was part of it.

"Is that alright, Johnny? I don't think we can really go back now," Louise said, essentially siding with Tony.

The rule stating I had to be able to stop anything from happening was still in effect, I guess, so if anything went awry… well I could end it. So I shrugged and nodded. "Deal," I reiterated.

Tony sat there and merely smirked, sipping his wine too. Neither of us liked him very much, but that somehow made the fantasy more enthralling. Louise doing things with him made it all so more devious, humiliating even. She was hooking up with this asshole of all people, letting him do stuff she only was supposed to let me do. Like, for all intents and purposes, she had betrayed me by agreeing both to him eating her out and to taking the deal before we were able to discuss it. But I loved it. In the end, I wanted that thrill, it made me so turned on.

Now that she was agreeing with the deal, we were tied into having Tony be a part of our sex life, even if Louise said she was only doing it all for me. Part of me knew Tony wouldn't respect our rules and our marriage, that he would push the boundaries... but part of me wanted to see that happen. To see Louise be overtaken by pleasure right under my nose, and much to my own humiliation. To push against the boundaries and experience these forbidden fruits. Have her succumb to Tony's nefarious desires despite her own predilections. Of course, I never dared say those words out loud, yet they were a very compelling reality. I didn't know if it could be called a betrayal though, as this was what I wanted, and I wasn't all that sure if it was on purpose that Louise took the lead in such a way.

"So when are we doing this, on a schedule or whatever?" Tony asked, clearly eager to begin.

Louise turned and glared at him for a brief second. Then she turned into a smirk when she saw my reaction; one of equal curiosity. "Since you said once a week," Louise began and paused for a second. "Actually, today's Sunday. And since school starts tomorrow after school. I suppose Monday's perfect."

Tony flashed his eyes, a grin evident on his face as he looked from me to my wife and back again. He nodded, grinning wider. Louise refilled their glasses and toasted. We drank it down, and then Louise excused herself to her bathroom. I stared as Tony's eyes roamed all over my wife's tight form as she walked away. When she was out of sight, Tony stared directly at me.

"So this is what you're into?"

I swallowed dryly. "It's weird," I admitted. "Watching her with someone else."

"Heh, as long as I am the beneficiary," Tony said, smirking at me with a copious amount of smugness.

"You done this before?" I asked. He was young, but I was sure the rumor of his size went around.

"Hooked up with a married lady?" Tony asked, digging in. "Can't say that I have. Though there are some nasty sluts out there who needs something big in their life, let me tell ya! Nah, nothing like Louise, though."

I struggled not to clench my jaws. If he was trying to unnerve me, it was working.

"Maybe I'll hook Louise up with a threesome! I know some nasty sluts who’d love to hook up with their teacher!" Tony chuckled. I chuckled too, thinking back to what Louise said on that matter.

I kinda hoped it would be me in that threesome, but the seed of it being Tony who got that pleasure first was planted in my brain. I thought Louise would surely never agree to that, though. It was already weird enough with her agreeing for him to come over to fool around with her, I doubted she’d let him any further liberties. My mind swirled as I thought of this hunk of a man a decade younger than us slithering between her gorgeous legs, ravaging her beautiful pussy and finally making her orgasm…

Before I could say anything, my wife returned to the kitchen, stopping the conversation. Perhaps it was for the best. Louise laid her hand on Tony's shoulder. She wasn't wearing the skirt anymore, only black tights and a comfortable white and red tunic-like garment.

"See you tomorrow, then?" she confirmed.

"Yup," he agreed and stood up from the table. Louise gave him a polite hug. The hug lingered though.

Did I just imagine the hug lasted longer than the ordinary, my mind making it more vivid and erotic? Her back was to me, so I couldn't see her expression. But I did see Tony's hand linger on her lower back, how it sensually glided down her behind when they pulled apart. It lasted only a split second, but Louise slapped his hand away.

"Hands to yourself, mister," she said firmly.

"Haha, you'll get plenty of my hands tomorrow," Tony laughed and leered at her bulging cleavage. He finally left, giving a two-fingered salute towards my wife as he walked out and back home.

*

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