A Desire to Hear

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It started with Neal coming home early. Usually he worked late on Fridays, wanting to get as much finished as possible so when he came back into the office on Monday he could have a more relaxing day, rather than having to go from zero to sixty after the weekend. But today he'd actually found he didn't have as much going on. The paperwork was done. Everything was either with someone else for approvals or next steps and he was left with some actual free time. So, he packed up and went home, buying some flowers along the way to surprise his wife, Tracy, with.

The house was quieter than he would have expected when he got home. Usually Tracy was in the kitchen or doing some sort of chore that constantly needed attention around the house. But since he was home nearly three hours sooner than usual, maybe he was walking in on his wife taking a nap? Or maybe she was on the computer or scrolling through social media. All of which was fine, he certainly didn't expect his wife to be like some mythical 1950's housewife, wearing a dress and pearls and heels, constantly working around the house. She could take whatever time she wanted and enjoy herself as often as she needed as far as he was concerned.

Which was what he found himself intruding on.

Walking down the hall to their bedroom, he was about to call out when he heard something he'd never expected. It was a soft buzzing and the familiar slick, wet sounds of his wife's pussy. They'd been married over twenty years. He recognized that sound as surely as he recognized his own voice. He could even picture what was making the noise, the plump pink lips gripping fingers, or a cock, or a tongue, dragging and gripping as she was being opened. The sound of Tracy's panting breaths mingled with the slick squelching.

"Mmm... yes..."

Neal paused in the hall, staring at the half-open door to the room and hearing his wife's voice drifting.

"Fuck.... ohhhhhh fuck...."

Was she with someone? Dear god was she cheating on him? Had he just walked in on his wife having an affair?

But he didn't hear the tell-tale sounds of someone else. No panting breaths or slapping skin on skin. Just the wet splash and soft steady buzzing.

Stepping slowly and quietly, Neal went to the door and carefully peeked around the corner to see just what exactly was going on.

Tracy was a beautiful woman with smooth curves, a toned body from frequent gym visits and amazingly plump tits with large pink nipples. Her short, dark brown curls were damp and matted to her cheeks and neck, body slick with sweat. Neal saw her laying on her back on the bed, legs wide open, knees up and her hands holding a thick, vibrating dildo that was down to the rubbery fake balls in her pussy.

Neal stared at his wife's familiar cunt, split wide and swallowing the dildo, the buzz humming through her body from inside, slick sounds emanating louder when she pulled it out. Lips dragging over the simulated veins and ridges, all the way to the thick head and then sliding back inside with a deep, needy moan.

"Goooooooddddd." She groaned, letting one of her hands go to her breast, fondling her hard nipple.

He watched for a moment, seeing his wife masturbating with this toy he hadn't known she owned, and felt himself getting hard. For a second he thought about joining her, but the sound of her moans, pants, and the noise coming from her pussy were settling down into his bones and he didn't want her to stop.

Tracy's face turned towards the door, eyes closed, but Neal quickly ducked back into the hall, back to the wall, listening to his wife.

"Yes... yes.... Like that..." she whispered huskily. "Fuck me like that..."

Who was she imagining? Maybe she was cheating on him. What if she was on the phone with someone? Or she was picturing the person she was cheating with...

"Neal... oh god Neal please fuck me harder..."

Neal stiffened, not just his posture, but his cock strained against his slacks and he nearly ejaculated at the sound of his wife moaning for him while using a toy. She was imagining him. But with a far bigger member than he actually had. He wasn't sure if he should be flattered or offended. But the sounds of her squelching pussy and the lustful words leaving her lips were far too arousing to let his thoughts distract him.

Schlooop. Schlep. Ssssscchllep.

The wet splashes and slurps were echoing louder as Tracy started thrusting the dildo faster and seemingly deeper. Rubber balls slapped against her toned ass over and over. Her pants were deeper and more labored.

"God fuck me Neal, oh god like that!" She was whimpering. "Fuck my little cunt! Use that big cock please, please!" She was squealing now as she fucked herself faster.

Neal could hear the noise of her sexual exploration increasing in volume. He could see it in his mind's eye. Her pussy getting red with the friction and arousal. Lips sucking and dripping juices down her ass as the balls slapped and smacked her as if she were getting spanked by her invisible lover.

"OH shit baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Make me fucking cum!" She was yelling now, the words bouncing off the walls of the house and rattling the windows as she reached her climax. He heard the bed creaking, the mattress shifting and sheets rumpling as his wife writhed and moaned, her orgasm racing through her, making the wet sounds from the dildo that much louder before a loud slick pop let him know that she'd removed the toy.

Tracy's pants drifted from the room, heavy at first and then slower as she began to come down from her high. Next came the rustling of bed sheets as she got up and the soft pad of her feet across the floor as she headed to the bathroom, the door clicking closed behind her.

Neal waited for a minute, listening intently until he heard the shower start, and then slipped into the room. The bed was a mess, not just the sheets in tangles, but wet. The dildo lay like incriminating evidence of a crime. It was slick with his wife's juices, just like the bedsheets. Water sloshed and splashed from the shower, and Tracy's soft hums drifted to him from the bathroom as she washed off from her vigorous activities. Was she trying to hide the fact she'd just had an intense masturbation session? How often did she do this?

It wasn't that Neal didn't think his wife masturbated. He was certain she did. But he'd never imagined something like this. A toy so big and sounds so utterly lewd and loud. Tracy was wilder than he ever imagined and it just made him that much harder as he stared at the remains of her antics.

Something inside him stirred. The echoing of the sounds he'd just encountered in his head. Hearing his wife gasp and moan and scream. The sounds of her pussy being used. What would it have been like if it hadn't been a dildo? What if he really had walked in on his wife having sex with another man and stood in the hall listening to it all play out?

The idea made his cock jump, rubbing hard against his boxers and slacks, the stimulation and fantasy no matter how short, was too much. Neal started to cum. His load shot into his boxers and stained through them quickly, making a mark on his slacks. The sudden orgasm had him weak in the knees, forcing him to stumble and sit on the bed, making the dildo roll towards him. The scent of his wife on the rubber toy made his lingering stimulation that much worse and he lay back, quickly unbuckling and pulling his pants and boxers down to let his cock have some breathing room.

Even after his ejaculation, Neal was still hard. The entire room smelled like sex. His wife's scent was everywhere, and it was bliss. He loved how she smelled, whether she was clean or dirty. Part of him wanted to pick up the dildo and smell it too, but that seemed too far, even for his own perversion. His erection was painful and his cum was dripping and sticky and slick on his cock as he lay back, trying to take calming breaths. He needed to cool down and get his erection under control...

"Oh!"

The sound of Tracy's surprise made Neal sit back up and look over to see his wife standing in the doorway, hair wet over one shoulder and wrapped in a towel as steam drifted out from the bathroom.

"Tracy! I... um..." Suddenly Neal felt like he was a teen again, being caught by his mother exploring himself. His cock pulsed at the sight of his wife's barely covered body, still slick and glistening with his own ejaculation that no doubt Tracy could see.

He wanted to cover up. To pull up his pants. To run. It was stupid, of course. He hadn't done anything wrong. If anything, he'd just given his wife the ultimate compliment, cumming from just the sound and smell of her. But how could he explain that? How could he explain why he was lying on the bed with her dildo next to him and his cock so hard he felt like it might explode?

Tracy bit her lip, eyes darting from Neal's horrified face, to his erection, to the messed up bed and soiled dildo. "Um..." She licked her lips. "I... uh... you're home early." She tried to smile innocently.

"Y... yeah." Neal stammered.

They both remained silent for a moment, awkwardly letting the reality of the situation sink in. Tracy's eyes went to her husband's messy cock and a twitch of a smile pulled at her lips. Neal blushed. They both started to chuckle as they realized that they'd both gotten off to each other. Soon they were laughing out loud and Tracy doubled over, her towel falling to the floor, exposing her still damp nudity.

Neal ran a hand through his hair. "So..." He wasn't sure what to say, but felt something needed to be spoken.

Standing back up, breasts swaying, Tracy walked over to her husband and sat down next to him, her hands quickly going to his thighs, the damp skin caressing his hairy legs. "So... is this how you wanted to greet me when you got home? Or is it a happy accident?" Her eyes were dazzling and mischievous.

"I... well I... I mean, I was gonna surprise you but..." Neal realized he'd dropped the flowers he'd brought in the hall. "Um... well, I guess I got surprised..."

"Oh?" Her hands slowly drifted up his thighs, fingers grazing his cock as she looked down at it, eyeing the sticky drying mess that caked his member.

"I... um... well, I actually thought you... well, it sounded like you were... um... having sex..." He glanced away, embarrassed that he could have thought Tracy would cheat on him.

His wife gasped. "Oh! Oh, no! Fuck no! I'd never do that!" She reached up and put her hands on Neal's cheeks, turning him to look at her. "Never honey. No fucking way. I don't know what you heard or saw, but I was... that whole time I was thinking of you." Now it was her turn to blush when her eyes darted to the dildo.

"Yeah... I heard that. But... well..." Finally, Neal got over his irrational fear and picked up the dildo and held it up between them. "This really isn't a good representation of... me." He raised an eyebrow at Tracy, making her blush deep crimson and bite her lip.

"Well... I mean... can't blame a girl for... ya know, wanting to have some extra fun." She shrugged, her breasts bouncing gently.

Neal smiled and put the toy aside, feeling his wife's hands returning to his lap, moving gently along his thighs. "Well... no, I guess I can't."

Her smile was radiant, her damp hair falling forward around her face. "But..." Her hands moved closer, inward, caressing his balls. "I definitely prefer the real thing..." Fingers traced along the dripping mess he'd made, scooping and spreading the still sticky cum along his shaft.

Neal sucked in a breath, feeling the tips of his wife's fingers and the slick coating of cum she was moving around, rubbing it into his still sensitive skin.

Putting a hand on her husband's chest, she gently pushed him so that he lay back, looking down at Tracy as she leaned in and traced her tongue along the very tip of his penis, a string of pre-cum sticking to her tongue and dripping from it down along his cock. She hummed softly, purring like a cat that was pleased as she leaned back down again, pushing her hair behind her ear so Neal could see clearly, and kissed his tip again. Another kiss. This time, her lips parted and she let them slide along his tip, taking just the barest amount into her mouth and gliding her tongue in laps gently against his slit.

"Oh... oh fuck Tracy... oh my god that feels good."

His wife pulled back with a sly smile and moved down lower, licking up the dripping mess along his shaft. "Mmmm, I'm not sure what tastes better. This salty, cooling cum from you jerking off, or when I milk it out with my mouth." Her hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing firmly and stroking a little as she continued slowly, licking up the drips of semen. "Hmmm, maybe tasting your cum after you jerked off thinking about me, listening to me, watching me, makes it taste better." Her tongue moved along the underside of his shaft to the tip and she gave another playful kiss and giggled. "What do you think? Should I play with myself more and make you jerk off to it so I can get this tasty treat more often?"

Neal let his head fall back, groaning. "Fuck baby, I didn't even have to jerk. Just hearing you... I didn't watch much, I was afraid you'd see me and stop... fuck, I just listened to you and it was so fucking hot." His cock was jerking again, pulsing in his wife's grip as she placed soft butterfly kisses all along the length. "Fuck, I could listen to your pussy getting fucked all day."

Tracy moaned softly, tracing his tip around on her lips like it was lipstick. "Yeah? You wanna listen to my pussy getting opened by a big, thick cock? Hm? Hear me moan? Telling you how good it feels?" She traced her teeth gently along the rim of his mushroom.

"Oh fucking gooooooddddd, yes I wanna listen to you get fucked so bad baby!" Neal was lost in the pleasure of his wife's teasing lips and tongue and teeth. Her hand squeezing hard around his base, making him get harder, faster.

"Yeah? You want me to be a bad slut wife? Let some other cock use me just so you can sit on the other side of the door and listen to me get used? Hmmmm? Is that what my pervert husband wants?"

He was panting, euphoria rushing through his veins as another orgasm came upon him fast. "Yeah..." he panted and then groaned and arched and bucked his hips against his wife's soft lips. She was just pushing his cock against her mouth, not opening, as he began to cum. Thick shots splashing against her full warm lips and over her chin and along her cheeks as she held him tight as he bucked. "Yes, fuck yes, I wanna listen to you get fucked so fucking bad, oh god baby I want you to be fucking bad for me."

Neal was dizzy. Cumming twice in such a short time and still feeling aroused as Tracy gently let go of his cock and pushed herself up to look down at him, his cum coating her lips and chin, some dripping down onto her breasts. Her smile was sweet and sultry, but there was curiosity in her eyes.

He watched her, silent as he heaved in breaths, trying to calm himself. She traced a hand along his thigh and up to his waist, just touching him as she looked back at him and thought. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but finally she just sighed, licked at her lips and traced her fingers along her mouth to gather up the cum he'd painted her with. "Guess I need to clean up again." She chuckled, patted his thigh and stood back up, swaying her hips as she went back to the bathroom, ass jiggling beautifully before she closed the door and left him alone in the quiet, wondering what Tracy had been thinking about and why it made his cock jump.

-- --

"It's called ASMR." Jordan muttered as he plopped down a stack of used games onto the counter.

"What?" Neal asked, putting down the gaming magazine he'd been absently flipping through and approaching the counter.

"That thing you were talking about. Wanting to listen. Liking to listen to stuff. Getting off on it? It's called ASMR, or at least it's sort of like that. Probably some fancier term for it by those psychology brats, always wanting to make things sound fancy. Basically, you get off to listening to sounds and words. Er... well, you don't have to get off to it, I guess. But it gives you that tingly feeling, and some people take it further to getting all tingly down there." Jordan motioned below his flabby waist, his baggy cargo shorts stained with dirt and Doritos dust. The bag was half empty and on the counter, a constant companion of the rotund game store owner throughout the day. That and his constant supply of Royal Cola.

Neal leaned against the counter, his elbows sliding against the worn laminate, eyebrow raised. "Really?"

Jordan was pulling games down from the stack he'd set down, one by one, scanning them into his computer, then tossing them into a box. "Yeah. Dude, there's a term for everything. Just gotta know what to look for. I've listened to some ASMR stuff. There's a ton online of just... like, sounds. Cleaning. Fans. People gardening or whatever. Sometimes people have scripts, and they can literally range from the mundane sort of stuff like an office meeting to weird shit like... I don't even know, man, some things you just can't put words to."

"You just said there's a term for everything. Wouldn't that mean there're words for everything?" Neal grinned as Jordan flipped him off.

"My point stands. That thing you were talking about. A guy gettin' all hot and bothered by listening to sex rather than watching it. It's a thing. Me personally, I'm watchin', not listen'. But whatever. A perv's a perv and they can get their jollies how they like. Long as they aren't messin' with me. Though if they wanna just listen in, I'll be happy to do the deed." The portly man chuckled as he grabbed a few chips from the bag, munched them down quick as a beaver and whipped the dust onto his old Zelda t-shirt.

"Why you talkin' about that stuff, anyway? Don't you have, like, a smoke show at home? Can't say if I had a lady like yours, I'd be wanting to just be pressing my ear to the door, ya know?" Jordan finished with the stack of games, hit a few keys on his keyboard and then turned back to Neal, "You developing a fetish or somethin'?" It was a rhetorical question by the way the man laughed, making his stomach bounce, but it made Neal bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from blushing.

It'd been a few days since Neal's encounter with his wife. Listening to her fuck herself with that big dildo and moaning loud. Since then... sex with Tracy had been extra spicy. Neal had found himself shutting his eyes and just listening, even as he was thrusting into her. The sound of his hips hitting her ass. Her groans and gasps. The wet, slick splashes from her pussy as it was stretched. All the sounds were adding up in his brain, making his orgasms twice as intense. He'd even asked Tracy to record herself masturbating for him, sending it to him while he was at work so he could listen during his lunch break. It had quickly become an obsession, and he was loving it. Tracy was enjoying it too, though she didn't seem to be as into just listening to things as Neal was. She would much rather be the one listened to, rather than the one listening.

They'd tried a bunch of different things, and each new experience was more intense and fun. But Neal felt like they could go further.

That first time, for just a moment, he'd thought Tracy had actually been with someone else. And though that had broken his heart in that singular moment, it wasn't really about the fact that she might have been having sex with someone else. It was the cheating. The secrecy. Not the sexual act itself. Neal wasn't so insecure that he thought having multiple sexual partners, in and out of marriage, was some sort of taboo thing. Sure, if you didn't want to share, then that was totally fine. But if you wanted to explore... why not? As long as everyone was agreeable, more power to them.

Neal, however, hadn't ever really thought about sharing Tracy. And he wasn't even sure if Tracy would like that idea at all. She wasn't a prude, obviously, but still... she'd never shown any sign of wanting anyone but her husband. Which Neal was particularly proud of. She hadn't seemed all that interested when he'd been talking dirty about her fucking and letting him listen. But she hadn't told him to stop that sort of talk either. Did it interest her, or was she too shy to admit it? Or maybe she didn't want to dabble in the subject at all, so she just ignored it and hoped it would go away.

"Earth to Neal. You gone the way of Armstrong and found yourself on the moon or what?" Jordan was busy at his computer, but he kept glancing at Neal as he was leaning against the counter, lost in his thoughts.

"Sorry. Just a lot on my mind." Neal admitted.

Jordan nodded, his floppy blonde hair already thinning a bit at the top, shaking and falling against his sweaty forehead. "Don't we all. Now you got me thinking about what your wife would sound like doing the deed." His grin was perverse, but friendly in a way, too. Jordan was that friend you saw in every old teen movie from back in the nineties and early two thousands. Every other word out of his mouth was some perverted sex joke or innuendo. And he wasn't subtle about any of it. He talked loud and proud and didn't apologize. It was endearing, in a way. You always knew where you stood with the man and what he thought. Though, sometimes his thoughts were rather disgusting and not really appropriate for polite company.

Neal gave him a glare, but there wasn't any real menace behind it. He knew his wife was hot and loved that others knew it too. But now... well, now the thought of someone not just looking at his wife but also maybe doing some very dirty things with her had entered his mind. And it wasn't quiet. It was a loud and clanging thought. Ringing over and over.

Was this becoming a fetish for him? Or was it maybe just something he needed to try to get it out of his system? But that seemed selfish. He couldn't very well ask Tracy to go off and fuck someone else and let him listen, just so he could flush himself out of a new kink.

"Any who..." Jordan sighed, smacking the last few keys, finishing up whatever inventory he was working on, he turned to Neal. "We still on for doing that teams battle for Overwatch?"

Neal scratched at the stubble on his cheek. "Yeah, come over around nine. I'll bring the beer."

"No shit. It's your place. But I'll bring some snacks." He slapped the countertop as if it were the signal that they were in agreement..

"Please bring more than Doritos." Neal said.

"Fine, fine. Cool Ranch D's too." Jordan gave him a fuck off sort of grin and Neal just rolled his eyes.

"I'll see ya tonight." Neal turned to leave.

"Just let me know if you wanna listen to your wife getting some dick. Happy to help!" Jordan was laughing loudly at the absurdity of his statement, but if he'd seen the thoughtful look on Neal's face, he might have choked on his own tongue.

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No. No. No. Neal was not considering letting a slob like Jordan fuck his wife, just so he could listen. Not at all. It wasn't a thought in his head at all. Nope.

No way was he thinking about that lump of a gamer geek with his Doritos stained fingers holding his wife's hips and thrusting into her from behind, fat belly slapping her fine ass and her pussy squelching and sloshing, juices splashing and her moans echoing loud through the bedroom as the man lewdly grunted and breathed heavily through his mouth. Probably saying dirty things about her. Like how her pussy was so tight and slutty for him. How she was a good whore. That she should scream for him...

Argh! Neal pushed himself away from his desk and tossed his headphones onto the floor in his home office. Thankfully, it was carpeted, so the headphones didn't break. But that also meant the sounds he'd been listening to were now drifting, uninhibited, into the room. Sounds of moaning. Skin slapping. Wet, slick noises of pussy and cocks thrusting. Lips smacking and tongues licking. He'd been listening to clip after clip of sexual ASMR and audio dramas that were sexual encounters. It didn't matter that they were fake. Manufactured. It was still stimulating, and it was fueling Neal's thoughts, making them burn all the brighter with every sound and clip and file that he listened to.

Every female voice was his wife's. The men varied, but for whatever reason many of them were Jordan. That prick... somehow he'd implanted himself in Neal's thoughts. Not on purpose, of course. Jordan wasn't the diabolical type. Not some super hacker genius gamer that was in the shadows like a spider weaving a tangled web to nab his prey. No... he was just a big presence. Literally and figuratively. His personality was somewhat repugnant, but it was large and in your face. It was one of the reasons he was great at gaming, not just the skill, but the booming voice and snide comments that put his opponents off balance, allowing for the kill shots. It also made him a pretty good salesman. The sleazy kind. But he still got the sale.

Neal slumped forward, face in his hands as he heard the clip of a woman getting railed came to an end with panting and groaning and the sloppy sound of a cock pulling out of a very wet pussy. All exaggerated, but realistic enough that his cock was rock hard in his shorts and leaking so much pre-cum that he was afraid it would stain and show through.

"Get it together Neal. Fuck! Seriously dude, you need some therapy." he sat back up and leaned back in his chair. Slow, deep breaths. A quick click of his mouse to shut down the webpage he'd been spending the last hour on since he'd gotten home.

Down stairs, Tracy was busying herself with making dinner, the smell coming up to Neal and making his mouth water. Steak and potatoes. A hearty meal. Maybe it would help if he had a full stomach.

Yeah... sure... how's a full stomach going to get your head out of the gutter perv?

Frustrated with himself, Neal pushed up out of his chair and left the office, needing to be away from the internet.  

Downstairs, Neal walked into the kitchen, watching as Tracy was pulling out the baked potatoes from the oven, bending over in her tight pink yoga pants that were clinging perfectly to her ass. She was humming to herself and wiggling her hips as she took the pan and placed it on the counter, removing her oven mitts and tossing them onto the counter as well.

She turned on her heels, half dancing to the tune in her head, and gasped when she saw Neal standing, watching her with a big grin. "Oh... geez Neal. Don't scare me like that." With a quick, playful glare, she walked up to Neal and gave him a kiss. "Dinner's almost ready. Done with work?"

"Yeah... uh, yeah, I wasn't working on anything too important, just trying to get ahead, ya know." He rubbed his arm absently, not pleased that he was essentially lying about what he'd been doing for the last couple hours. But... it wasn't easy to admit that you were surfing the net for a new kinky fetish. Let alone that it was all sound based. The funny thing was, he could probably have explained away watching porn, but... listening? That seemed more complicated.

Tracy was busying herself with getting the steaks and potatoes onto their respective plates along with the various add-ons, cheese, chives, bacon, sour cream. She loaded the potatoes up so they were overflowing before finally gathering the plates and marching them towards the dining room.

Following after his wife, Neal quickly caught up and once she'd put the plates down on the table, grabbed her ass and gave it a hard, firm squeeze that made her yelp and spin. Neal took her in his arms and whirled her around and pushed her against the wall.

"Hey now! What's gotten into you?" She giggled, but her arms quickly went around Neal's neck.

"Just..." Neal pressed himself against her and Tracy's eyes widened a little at feeling his bulge. All the edging and listening he'd been doing today had gotten him far too excited and the sight of his wife's ass in her yoga tights was setting him off.

"Our food's... gonna get cold." She muttered, but one of her hands slipped down and was already undoing his pants, reaching in to grab hold of Neal's cock and starting to stroke.

It made Neal grunt and lean in, pressing his lips to Tracy's, letting her grip his member tighter, lifting one of her legs up around his waist.

His pants quickly fell as they moved against each other. Hands fumbled with boxers and yoga tights and panties and then they were down and Neal's cock was at Tracy's burning entrance and he slid in easily, making her gasp into his mouth.

"Fuck! Oh fuck honey like that..." She groaned and pressed her face into his neck as Neal grabbed hold of her ass and started to rock her up and down, still pressing her back to the wall.

"OHHH God Trac... so good... fuck." He shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of his wife mewling and sighing as he thrust deeply into her steadily. The soft thumps as her back and ass hit the wall. Wet, soft slurps as his cock slid in and out of her wet warmth.

"Yes... yes... fuck honey yes... more... more I want more..."

Neal pressed his lips to her neck, feeling her pulse through his lips as she was starting to rush towards an orgasm and no doubt leading him into his own.

"Fuck... fuck..."

"You like getting fucked, baby?" Neal groaned into her ear.

"Yes... yessss."

"Mmmm fuck, I love hearing your pussy..."

"N... not... fee... feeling it?" She asked breathlessly.

"That too.' Neal grunted and thrust up into her harder, making her yelp and start to shake.

"But... I love... hearing... more... so much... more... I wish... I could listen like... the other night."

Tracy moaned and let her head fall back against the wall. "Mmmm fuck baby... you wanna hear me moan for you?" She giggled, even as she gasped when Neal pushed deeper, rubbing against her g-spot.

"Yeah... yeah... fuck yes baby, I wanna hear you scream for more."

She dug her nails into his back as he rocked against her, moving inside her firm and hard, eager. They were quickly losing rhythm and just beginning to fuck furiously, running towards the climax.

"Yes... yes baby... feels so good... fuck I'll let you listen to me an... any time if it... means you... you fuck me like this... yes yes oh god more, more, there!" She was arching against him and suddenly clamping down on his mouth, biting his lip, drawing just a little blood as her climax took hold and her pussy began to squeeze down on Neal.

He couldn't hold back feeling her muscles contract and began shooting inside her, thrusting deep and moaning as he flooded his wife.

They came down just as quickly as they'd begun and slumped against each other and began to laugh and pant.

"Well... guess someone was eager for dessert." Tracy patted Neal's cheeks with a smile and gave him a peck on the lips. "Let's eat honey."

Slipping around from Neal, she pulled her panties and yoga tights back up, but was sure to wiggle her ass a little at him as she went to the table and sat down with a sigh. "That's one way to work up an appetite."

Neal chuckled, pulling up his own pants and sitting down across from his wife. The sounds of her pleasure still echoed fresh in his mind... but there was something else... a thought that even now was still nipping at him.

What would his wife sound like with someone else?

-- --

Jordan threw his controller down in frustration. "Fucking noobs. Always dragging down the team." He growled and slumped back on the couch, grabbing a bottle of beer and finishing it off in a quick swig.

"If you hate them so much, then why do you let them join?" Neal asked, putting his controller down more gently and sitting back, grabbing his own beer.

"Cannon fodder. Send them in first and figure out where the shooters are."

"Well... isn't that nice of you." Neal chuckled.

Jordan rolled his eyes and groaned, pushing himself up and off the couch. "Gotta take a leak."

It'd been a few hours since dinner and Jordan had been over for a while playing various online games, talking about practically nothing and generally being thirty-year-old kids instead of adults. It was a pleasant change of pace from the rat race of work, but as fun as Jordan could be sometimes, he wore on you fast and Neal was already losing patience. Especially since he'd nearly broken his controller when he'd tossed it.

Neal massaged his forehead and took some slow breaths. Somehow he'd gotten wound up again even though he'd been sitting next to a lump of person and nothing sexy was going on. But the thought... that damn thought was still buzzing in his ear and Jordan was latched onto it as well.

It was so fucked up and stupid. How could he think about Jordan and Tracy fucking? And not just that, but listening in on it. It was so utterly ridiculous. But... well... his brain wasn't listening. And neither was his dick. He was feeling like one of those stupid men you read about, getting obsessed about their wives being with other men or some such shit. But... it really wasn't even that he wanted Tracy to be with another man. That wasn't the draw exactly. It was that he wanted to LISTEN. To hear his wife be sexual, uninhibited. True, he could record them making love and that would work. But... it just wasn't the same thing.

It was the difference between watching porn and participating in it. The mechanics of doing the deed yourself meant your senses were all focused on other things. Making sure you were pleasing your partner. Keeping up pace. Trying not to pull a fucking muscle or hurt yourself or your partner.

But if you were watching or listening... then all of your concentration could be on that one sense. You could just take it all in. Absorb it. It was a whole new kind of pleasure, and Neal was really starting to become addicted to it. But he wanted his own special recording. Sounds that usually only he heard when he was with his wife, but coming from her because of someone else. If he could clone himself and do it that way, he would. But sadly science was far behind fetish and that just made the world that much more frustrating.

"OH!" Tracy exclaimed. There was a sound of a door slamming.

Neal stood up, quickly making his way from the living room and nearly running into his wife as she was rushing away from the hallway between the kitchen and dining room.

"Hey, whoa. What's wrong?" Tracy's hands were over her face, but it was clear she was beat red.

For a second she just stood in front of Neal, face covered, before she finally looked up with wide eyes. "Uh... I... accidentally... walking in on Jordan."

Neal stared back at his wife, not understanding. "Walked in on him?"

Tracy swallowed audibly. "Yeah... uh... he was... was zipping up." Her cheeks went red again.

"Oh." For a second, Neal didn't know what to say. Obviously, it was embarrassing to walk in on anyone going to the bathroom. It didn't sound like she'd walk in on him doing the deed. So... what exactly was the problem?

Biting her lip, Tracy took a few deep breaths and met Neal's eyes. "He's... uh... he's kinda big."

Neal shrugged. Yeah. Jordan was a big guy. Definitely needed to lay off the Doritos.

"Neal..." she whispered and leaned in. "Big. Like... BIG!"

Neal's mouth went dry. Oh. OH! Oh geez! His wife had gotten a glimpse of Jordan's penis and she was saying that he was... well... that he was big. And he must have really been packing if she felt like she needed to mention it. Otherwise, she'd probably just be focusing on the fact that she'd barged in on his bathroom activities.

"Uh... how... how big?" He wasn't sure he should be asking this. Did it really matter?

Then again... suddenly the thoughts that were hounding him had suddenly taken on a new nature. Thinking about Jordan fucking his wife suddenly took on a whole new angle. If he was big... as in big, big, then that might make what Neal could listen to even more erotic.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. He really needed to stop imagining his wife and his friend. It was gross. But... Why was he getting so turned on? Maybe he'd been afflicted with some sort of perverted sickness. Maybe he needed to go see a doctor.

Down the hall, the bathroom door opened and Jordan emerged, his bulk blocking out the light from the bathroom as he lumbered down the hall. If he was embarrassed, he didn't look it. In fact... his face looked smug.

Tracy looked away from him, fussed with her hair and cleared her throat. All in some lame attempt to keep herself distracted as Jordan walked by.

"Hope you liked the view." Jordan muttered with a grin, then passed them by and back into the living room.

Her hands were back on her face. "Oh fuck. Oh, my god." She grumbled.

"Hon, it's okay." Neal rubbed her shoulders. "It's not like you saw a snake or something."

"Might as well have been a python." She sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose and turned away. "I'm going to bed." She didn't even bother to say goodnight or give her husband a kiss. Tracy just marched away, still shaking her head.

-- --

Jordan left an hour later, not once mentioning what had happened or even giving a lewd remark about the fact that Tracy had glimpsed his apparently large member.

Neal wasn't really the jealous type when it came to size. He knew he was good in bed and his size was perfect for his wife. But sure, sometimes the idea of being bigger was fun. Obviously Tracy thought the same since she'd purchased that enormous dildo. So the idea that his slobish friend was well endowed didn't make Neal nervous that his wife would become enamored with Jordan, overlooking all his flaws simply because he had a big penis.

The problem was... Neal liked the idea that Jordan was big. He'd already been having fantasies about Tracy and him. Why not add a size kink into the messy mix of his new depraved dreams?

After cleaning up the stray bottles of beer and chips, Neal shuffled to bed, thinking over and over about what had happened. About the desire to listen to his wife. Could he actually convince Tracy to do it? What would it take to convince her?

Wait... was he actually starting to really think about this? To make a plan?

Neal stood just outside his bedroom door, frozen in thought.

The familiar sound of Tracy's breath drifted into the hall and it broke Neal's concentration. Peeking around the corner like he'd done just a few days ago, he saw Tracy laying on the bed. The sheets were pulled back, and she was in a button up pajama top that was dark flannel and no bottoms. Her hand was between her legs and slowly rubbing against her clit as she lay, hair tousled around her face on the pillow.

"Am I interrupting?" Neal asked, quietly stepping in.

Tracy opened one eye just enough to see her husband and grinned. "Wanna join me?"

Slipping off his shirt and pants, Neal moved into the bed next to his wife, coming close and placing a hand on her breasts over the flannel pajamas.

"Mmmm..." she muttered and rubbed her nose against his, a soft cuddling motion leading to a slow kiss as she continued rubbing herself.

"Thinking about Jordan?" I joked, pinching her nipple gently.

"Gross." She muttered.

"You're the one that said he had an enormous cock. And, might I add, you bought that big toy..."

"A big dick is nice, but if you've got a small personality to go with it then it doesn't really matter." Her hand snaked down and took hold of Neal's cock. Her eyes opened wide. "Oh... wow... you're really hard..."

He blushed.

"Neal, are you hard thinking about... me thinking about Jordan's cock?" She was almost choking back a laugh, even as her hand gripped him and started stroking.

"I mean... you can't blame me, I guess. Big dildo. Big cock. Hot wife..." He shrugged as they both gently played with each other.

"But Jordan? Can't you like... imagine some big muscled stud? Big hanging cock and glistening muscles ravishing me for your listening delight?" She winked with a big grin and gave his nose a kiss.

Neal groaned a little as her thumb grazed over his tip. "I mean... I could... but... I'd be too afraid that you'd... ya know, want to run off with him. I'm not a magazine model after all. What if you find you prefer a big cock and all those muscles better than plain old me? At least if it's Jordan, I know there's no chance of you running off into the sunset with him."

Tracy laughed softly, still stroking him, starting to make pre-cum leak which she was quick to rub into his sensitive skin. "Definitely not a possibility." She murmured as she pressed her lips to his neck.

"But..." Neal shivered, gripping Tracy's breast tighter, nipple rubbing against his palm.

"But?" she breathed, sucking the skin of his neck, nibbling gently.

"But what about... ya know... not the running off part... but... the other part." His wife was moving down, kissing his chest as he endeavoured to speak.

"What part?" She was casting her breath against the skin of his stomach, down lower until her lips touched the tip of his cock and her tongue licked the bead of pre-cum bubbling up.

"Oh... fuck... Trac... what about... would you ever..."

Her mouth slowly moved over him, swallowing him. The sound of her fingers pushing themselves into her wet sex joined the soft pants and moans and shifting of the bedsheets.

"Ohhh god, honey." His hands moved to her hair, holding tightly as she took him deep. "God fuck would you ever... seriously would you ever fuck... fuck and... let me listen... listen to it?"

"Mmmmm," she moaned around his cock, swallowing further, her fingers thrusting deep into her pussy with slick squelches.

"Fuck baby, oh god I love the sound of your pussy."

She was panting, sucking in breaths through her nose as she went down completely to the root of his cock, nuzzling her nose against his crotch.

"I wish... I wanna hear it... hear your pussy getting fucked by a big cock." Neal groaned at the admission and Tracy's tightening throat.

With a gasp, she pulled off and started stroking him up and down, his shaft slick with her spit. "You're so fucking perverted." She breathed with a laugh, then groaned as her fingers stimulated deeper into her tunnel. "You wanna hear me getting stretched by a fat cock?"

"Yes!"

They were breathing heavily together.

"Your friend's cock? That fat slob? You want his cock inside me?"

Neal grit his teeth, trying to hold on. His wife's hand was stroking firm, fast. She spit onto him again, starting to jerk him quickly and needily.

"Yeah? You want your fat fuck of a friend to take me from behind... like I am right now?" She rubbed her fingers fast and wet against her lips, making juicy splashes. "You like the sound of that, baby?" The room was darker now, the clouds obscuring the stars and moon outside the window. "The sound of your incel, big cocked friend, slapping his cock against my little cunt. Putting it in me and making me fucking scream? Huh? You wanna hear that, baby?"

"Oh, fucking god Tracy!" Neal arched off the bed as she squeezed him almost painfully.

"You're such a pervert, baby. Wanting me to get fucked for you. Just so you can listen in." Her other hand suddenly grabbed hold of Neal's balls, wet with her arousal, palm gripping him and fingers tracing down below them and over his taint. "Cum for me... cum for me, baby. Cum thinking about my little cunt getting fucked!"

It sent Neal over the edge. He gasped and spasmed, his cock pulsing and shooting his load up into the air, over his wife's hands and covering his stomach.

"That's right... fucking cum thinking about your wife's wet little cunt splashing on someone else's dick!"

Neal let out a final gasp and lay back with a pleased and yet unsatisfied groan.

Tracy shuffled up next to him, her sticky cum covered hand pressing to his chest, smearing his load over him. "You're pretty dirty." She whispered with a smile.

"Fuck honey." Neal chuckled.

Tracy laughed with him and gave his cheek a kiss. "Was that good enough for your little fantasy?" She rolled away from him and got up, heading towards the bathroom.

"Um... yeah..." he muttered, watching his wife's bouncy behind as she sashayed into the bathroom, washing her hands, and then shut the door.

Neal lay in the dark while Tracy got ready for bed. He knew he had to get cleaned up too, but just couldn't make himself get up. That quick little encounter had been naughty and erotic and so different. Honestly, he hadn't thought Tracy would be too into the idea of dirty talking like that, especially about an actual person and not some made up fantasy.

But she dove into it tonight.

Was it because she caught a glimpse of Jordan's cock?

Had it really been that big? Or at least, had it really made that big of an impression?

With a groan, Neal forced himself to get up, going to the bathroom and peeking in to make sure he wasn't interrupting his wife in the middle of a bathroom break. She was just washing her face, now wearing a pair of white cotton panties along with her pajama shirt. "Need the room?" She asked, grabbing a face towel and drying off.

"Uh... well I mean you did rub cum all over me." Neal smiled, stepping in.

Tracy gave him a playful glare and shoved his shoulder. "Just trying to keep up the kink."

They chuckled together.

"Right..." Neal scratched at his cheek, stepping around his wife and grabbing a washcloth, getting it wet and rubbing it along his chest.

"What's wrong?" Tracy turned to him, sensing his unease. "Did I go too far? It was just dirty talk..."

"No... honey, it's fine. Seriously. I mean... honestly..." He put down the washcloth and leaned against the sink. "What if I wasn't just dirty talking?"

Tracy stared at him like she was caught in the headlights of an oncoming train. "What do you mean?"

"Like... what if I was serious about... you... like... ya know... with someone? And I listen in."

Leaning against the doorframe, Tracy gave her husband a long, hard and curious look. "So... you wanna watch me with another man?"

"No... I mean... well, I'd probably like that too, but... I mean just... like, listen." His cheeks were red now, biting at the inside of his cheek nervously.

Tracy's cheeks were just as bright. "Oh... so... this isn't just some... regular sort of hotwife thing? You actually... you really like this listening stuff, huh?" There didn't seem to be any judgment in her words, but there was definitely caution.

"I mean, yes and no. Like... honey, I can't lie and say it wouldn't be hot to see you getting... er I mean, having sex. When I walked in on you with your toy, it was... for a second I really thought you were with someone else and though it hurt to think you might have been cheating, it really did turn me on, on some sort of deeper level. But just the sound of it... I know we've been playing around with it lately and I really like that you've... well, that you've jumped in with me in exploring it, but... what if we tried it for real?"

She was biting her lip, eyes downcast thinking. "You... know I love you, right? Like... I really don't have a desire for anyone else. I'm really happy with our sex life. I'm not missing anything." She began rubbing her arms nervously, like she was cold. "But... are you maybe feeling unsatisfied? Is that why you're talking about this?"

"Whoa! No. NO!" Neal went to Tracy and wrapped her in a hug. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that I wasn't happy. I mean, I'm over the moon for you, honey. And our sex... well, even just that little quicky was tantamount to reaching nirvana."

She smacked his chest, but smiled.

"It's not that I'm not happy or satisfied. I just... you know how you like things, how they are sometimes. The routine you have. Your favorite foods to order. But sometimes you wanna try something different. You still love the original stuff, and you still wanna eat it and could eat it practically every day and never get tired of it. But... is it so bad to try something a little spicier, or a different flavor?"

Tracy pressed her forehead to Neal's chest. "I'm not a food Neal. Sex isn't a meal. It's more than that. And sure... I'll be honest... I'm not opposed to us, maybe trying this. I love you. I trust you. I think you feel the same. So... I don't feel like there's any actual risk if we... share or whatever we wanna call it. I could get behind the idea. And... though I'm not thrilled with being watched..."

"Listened to." He interrupted.

She sighed. "Whatever. I could get over that little bit of stage fright if you really wanted to give this sort of thing a try. But we would have to find someone we trust. And like... how would we do it? Surely you don't wanna do it here?"

"No, no... I mean... I hadn't like, planned it out but..." Neal rubbed his hands up and down Tracy's back. "Um, I guess we'd get a hotel. Something with a sort of... suite, closed bedroom sort of thing so..."

Tracy rested her hands on Neal's chest. "You really are pushing for this listening thing, huh? We are totally talking about you letting me have sex with another man and you're not going to sit and watch? You're gonna let me be alone with him... or whomever?" She was giving him an incredulous look, curious and mystified.

"Well... that's just what's been in my brain. I wanna... I guess I was thinking maybe I could set up a microphone or something. Record... and I guess a camera too. I mean, I'd love to see. I loved listening when you were using that fancy toy of yours, but... well, I liked watching too." He grinned at her as she rolled her eyes.

For a while they just held onto each other in the doorway, swaying gently, thinking.

"Okay... if this is something you really want. I'm in. But I reserve the right to say no and just scrap the whole thing," Tracy muttered against his chest.

"Of course. No problem there. It's your body. I'm not gonna force this."

"Good"

Silence stretched.

"So... guess the hard part is figuring out... who, um... who we should get... or how we could find..."

"I... think I have someone in mind." Neal grit his teeth.

"Who?" She looked up at him curiously.

-- --

The hotel room was much nicer than Neal had imagined. It was more like a small suite rather than just a basic room. A small kitchenette, living space and bathroom and then a closed off bedroom area. Perfect for his purposes.

He'd been spending the last half hour setting up the microphones and camera in the bedroom. After a fewYouTube videos and online wikis telling him how to get the clearest sound and avoiding feedback or too much ambient noise, he felt like he was ready.

Ready...

That was such a small word for what it was he was about to allow.

You can still get out of this, Neal. Stop it right now. Just tell Jordan the deal's off and send him packing. Give him some cash for his trouble and spend the night in this hotel suite with your wife.

It was tempting. So tempting. But the seduction of sound was just too much. Listening to all those fake tracks and watching all those videos with his eyes closed weren't cutting it. It was an official overblown obsession now and if he didn't do something to shut it down, then who knows where it might lead?

Here. It's lead here you dick.

Neal sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face and slapped his cheeks. He needed to get his head together. The door to the room opened with a loud click and beep as Tracy pushed inside and let it slam shut behind with a loud, resounding thump.

Her naturally chestnut curls framed her face, which she'd done up with subtle makeup that made her deep brown eyes pop. Her lips were pressed into a lovely pink line, no hint of a smile. She was not particularly excited about this. The things people do for love. Tracy had agree to all of this, reluctantly. She was intrigued by it all for sure, but... it was no secret that she didn't like the idea of having sex with Jordan.

But she wasn't so prudish that she couldn't get over her lack of attraction to attempt something new, especially if it would keep her and Neal's sex lives sparking like it had been over the last couple of weeks. Sacrifices could be made for the greater good.

With a deep sigh, she slipped off the long coat she was wearing to expose the outfit she'd chosen for tonight. Tight, dark washed jeans. A silk green blouse that was just tight enough that it showed the curve of her breasts and firmness of her stomach. She was beautiful. A spike of jealousy shot through Neal as he looked at her and couldn't help wondering what she'd chosen to wear underneath it.

Tracy put her coat on the arm of the couch that was next to the door and then folded her arms and looked sternly at her husband. "So... are we really doing this?"

Neal took a step towards his wife, but the way she looked at him made him stop. It wasn't angry or even spiteful, but she clearly didn't want to be touched at the moment. Maybe she was mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do, or maybe... maybe Neal just didn't know because he was a man and she was a woman and he'd never know what it was like to do something like this. His wife loved him enough to be willing to indulge in a very fucked up fantasy. Probably not the strangest thing a husband has asked a wife to do for him, but this was his marriage. Not someone else's. Was he really willing to risk trust for some jerk off material?

Tracy sighed. "It's okay Neal. I... honestly I get it." The severe look on her face softened. "I can't say I'm not... intrigued by this whole thing. It's just..." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm just nervous. What if this doesn't turn out how you want it? I mean... I'm not an actress, you know. Do I need a script or am I just supposed to wing this?"

Neal chuckled, both from nerves and at how funny the idea was, thinking of Tracy holding a piece of paper with a script laid out while she was on all fours with Jordan behind her. Somehow, it was erotic and comical at the same time. "No... just... just be natural. Ya know. Like that first time when you were masturbating. Let yourself go."

"Right." Tracy muttered. "Let myself go. Easier said than done. I honestly can't believe you chose Jordan. You couldn't think of someone better? Like... I'll bet we could have hopped on Tinder and found a guy..."

Neal sighed. This had been the most difficult part since they'd talked about this. When he'd brought up Jordan as the guy he was considering, Tracy had not been amused. It was a bad joke for her. But he laid it out as best he could. How they'd already talked about it during sex and how hot it had been. And since Jordan was a friend, though not the most reputable or gentlemanly, he was still trustworthy. Plus, that added bonus of Tracy not being attracted to the man one little bit. There wasn't any genuine risk of feelings catching.

A random stranger felt too dangerous. And not even in the sense of them being a literal threat. Just the idea that they might spread the word. Talk to the wrong people and in a world where gossip could spread at literally the speed of light, they didn't want their adventures getting out. This was personal.

Jordan may have been a pervert and very foul-mouthed, but he wasn't a gossip.

"Trac, I know Jordan's not the most ideal candidate, but... well, you said it yourself. His cock is big. And I know you like them big." He tried to give her a sly smile, to make her smile back, but she just gave him a sobering glare.

"I may like stimulating myself with something big, but... handling a real one... and one attached to..." She shivered a little but took a deep calming breath. "Just... fine. It's fine. Let's do this. Get it over with. I'll have fun, I'm sure." Her smile wasn't very convincing, but she came close and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and patted his arm. "So... what are we waiting for..."

As if on cue, a knock came at the door. "Ah... we aren't waiting on anything anymore." Neal said.

When Neal had approached Jordan about the idea, after the initial disbelief and obligatory question over if this was some sort of prank, Jordan had been on board. In fact, he'd even been willing to sign, in his words, "A fucking NDA. Ironclad. Kill you if you break the contract kinda thing."

It wasn't all that surprising for a man like Jordan to be willing to jump in and fulfill a fantasy for someone that was willing to lend out their very attractive wife. He was going to shoot his shot and not look back. Let alone jeopardize the possibility of having some amazing once in a lifetime sex.

Neal had told him where and when to show up and that had essentially been it. They'd discussed a few ground rules, mainly that Tracy was in charge and if she said no or stop, then it was law. If Jordan couldn't handle that, then Tracy or Neal would either or both gladly kick the man's ass.

He'd been fine with that, too.

And so they'd set the date and the location and... here he was.

Neal gave his wife one last worried look and hesitated. "Listen Trac... say the word and I'll send Jordan away. At any point. Now or later. I don't care. My first priority is you. I know I've been really obsessed with this lately, but... you're more important. I'll just... jerk off to internet shit for the rest of my life if you say you don't want to do this."

He was sincere. The last thing he really wanted to do was ruin his marriage for some fantasy.

Tracy shook her head. "No, Neal. We are here. Let's do this. I'm in."

He took her hands and gave her a slow kiss. "Okay. I love you."

"Love you too," she murmured with a genuine smile.

"Well... I guess... why don't you get the door for our guest?" Neal quirked an eyebrow and gave his wife a little encouraging push towards the door.

With a roll of her eyes, she turned and swayed her hips, walking to the door and pulled it open.

"Well, hey there!" Jordan's voice boomed. There was no doubt Neal was going to get good audio from him, but for a second he worried it would drown out the other sounds that he was wanting to record. No time now to make any adjustments. Jordan was already stepping into the room and eyeing Tracy up and down. She stood a decent couple inches taller than the chubby gamer, even without her dark heels, which gave her another two inches, forcing the man to look up at her. But somehow, that didn't seem to intimidate him. If anything, the look in his eyes and shit-eating grin on his face made Neal think he liked Tracy being taller.

"Hello, Jordan." Tracy said formally, trying not to let it show that she was disgusted by the man's leering eyes.

"I really appreciate you having me." Jordan smiled. It sounded sincere, which made it all the more awkward for Tracy. Neal could see it in the way she shifted on her heels, closing the door behind him.

"We're glad you were able to make it." Tracy's tone was robotic, but she did her best to keep a calm and sweet smile on her face.

"So... how are we doing this? I'm here for you Neally boy, so I'm happy to follow your direction, just as long as..." His sneering smile widened and his eyes moved over Tracy with an appetite that usually he only reserved for bags of Doritos or the Doritos Locos Taco from Taco Bell. "... as long as I get to have my fun, I'll do whatever you want."

Neal cleared his throat. He knew out of everything, this would probably be the most awkward and difficult part. Getting things started. How did a person start the ball rolling when it came to letting another man act carnally with his wife? Neal had tried to read up on as much as he could about these sorts of situations, but... there just wasn't a Dummies Guide to renting out your wife.

"Well..." Why did it feel so hard to speak all of the sudden? "I've got everything set up in the bedroom... uh, so obviously, the action's... er, I mean everything will take place in there. Just be sure not to knock anything over. Um... and just... I'll be out here..." Neal shrugged.

Tracy stared at her husband, half expecting him to continue on, to lay out the rules and boundaries for the night. But Neal just met her gaze and shrugged.

An angry cloud crossed over her face for a moment, a look that until that moment Neal had only seen her give to Jordan, was now directed at him and it made his stomach curdle.

"Huh... so you're just gonna sit out here and listen, then?" Jordan ambled over to the bedroom, eyeing the double doors with their glass windows and shades pulled like it was some sort of fancy patio he was walking into the bedroom from. "I knew you were all about this... listening stuff. But man... you're really not going to watch?" Jordan seemed disappointed, but then his eyes fell on the camera and his jovial smile returned. "Well, I guess you're not gonna watch it live. Fair enough." He turned quickly, belly shaking under his D&D t-shirt. "Well Trac? Should we... get started and give your husband what he wants?"

Tracy continued glaring at Neal for another second and then, crossing her arms under her breasts, she took her attention from her husband and started marching towards the bedroom. "Fine. But we are going to go over some ground rules." She brushed past the portly man into the room.

Neal watched her ass swaying and felt his mouth go dry. This was really going to happen.

Jordan was watching her rear end wiggle as well and then he glanced back at Neal, gave him a wink, and quietly shut the doors to the bedroom, and turned the lock.

Neal sat on the couch. It faced the doors to the bedroom and with the curtains closed, he could only see shadows through the gauzy material. The silhouette of Tracy filled most of the area and it was clear she was standing in front of the bed, which probably meant Jordan was sitting in front of her.

On the small coffee table in front of him, Neal had set up his laptop that would be receiving and recording from the various microphones he'd set up. From the software, he could toggle between each microphone as they recorded and listen in and make adjustments if he needed to. He picked up the large headphones and placed them over his ears, the soft ambient noise of the room vanishing and the sounds from the bedroom becoming the only thing he could hear.

There was a soft creaking, the bed most likely. It was shifting under Jordan's weight as he sat down on the mattress.

"Okay..." Tracy's voice rang in Neal's ears. "Some ground rules..."

"Come on Trac, we can be adults. You don't need to treat me like some petulant child. I get it. This is a fantasy for you guys. I'm not gonna ruin it by being a bastard. Let me guess, if you say no, that means no?" His voice was cocky, almost condescending but filled with a delicious kind of lust that made Neal think the man might be licking his lips in lewd anticipation as he was eyeing his wife.

Tracy didn't reply. There was only a soft rustling of her silk blouse. She was probably nodding and glaring.

"Right. Well, no problem there. I'm not gonna ruin this chance. Stop means stop. No questions. But what else could you possibly want to talk about?" There was a soft chuckle in his voice.

"Condoms." Tracy said bluntly.

Jordan snorted. It was nasally. He clearly wasn't pleased. "Seriously?"

"That a problem?"

"Only for you. Are you really going to deprive yourself of feeling all of this?" There was a rustling, sheets shifting and Jordan's shorts unzipping, crumpling as he shifted them down, and a soft fluttering as they fell to the floor.

"Shit!" Tracy's whisper was crystal clear. It didn't matter that she'd clearly said it under her breath. There was a mic near enough that Neal picked up his wife's surprise.

A sound like skin rubbing against skin started to fill in the background noise, along with a deepening of Tracy's breathing. "You really going to say you don't wanna feel this?" Jordan was clearly stroking himself.

Neal hadn't seen Jordan's penis. But Tracy had, and she'd said it was easily nine inches. Whether or not that was an exaggeration, Neal wasn't sure. She'd also said it was as thick as a Red Bull can. Was that accurate? Was that what Tracy was staring at now? A semi hard massive can thick cock?

"Don't get so... cocky..." Tracy muttered.

"Oh, I'm cocky..." There was a soft flapping sound. Was it his balls slapping his thighs? Was he waving his cock at her? Neal could almost picture the devilish grin on the man's face as he was watching his wife stare at his cock.

"Are you this corny with all the girls?" Tracy scoffed.

"What do I care if you like my jokes or not? This ain't a date. We are here for one thing, and I'm totally prepared to give you both everything you want. But, if you want condoms... fine, I'll deal." The shrug in Jordan's voice was clear, but Neal could picture the displeasure on his face.

"Good. Just..." the silhouette of his wife moved to the side, grabbing the box of condoms that Neal had left on the dresser and tossing it to Jordan. "Here."

The sound of fumbling with the cardboard box filled the recording, and then Jordan was laughing.

"What?" Tracy asked, perturbed.

"These aren't going to fucking fit!" Jordan was howling.

Neal blushed. Had he really underestimated Jordan's size so much that he'd bought condoms that wouldn't work?

"Bullshit, Jordan. Seriously? Those things could stretch over my fucking arm." Tracy was grinding her teeth.

"Fine! Let me show you." The box was ripped open. Foil packaging crumpled and tore along the perforated lines as he pulled one out. Another tear as he got the condom open and a soft slick sound of something rubbery like moving along skin resounded and then...

Snap.

Tracy gasped.

"Told you." Jordan chuckled and the sound of rubber getting ripped off and tossed to the floor filled Neal's ears.

"I... fucking seriously?" Tracy groaned.

"Hey, hey. Don't worry, babe. I'm clean. Or rather, my sexual health is clean. And I even took a shower for you before I came."

"How sweet."

"Plus, I got a vasectomy years ago. I'm shooting blanks."

"Why would you do that?"

"Look at this thing, Trac. I may not be much to look at, but I've got one thing girls like, and if I ever get the chance to flash it, I rarely get turned down for a little tug and tickle."

"You're gross." It was almost a growl coming from Tracy's bared teeth.

"Yeah. I've been told. But I'm not here for a beauty contest. You've got that won, anyway. So... why don't you take off those clothes. Let's see what I'm going to be working with."

"Asshole." Tracy's grunt didn't seem to perturb Jordan. He was quiet and waiting patiently, which was a surprise.

A rustling sound took up the void, soft silk moving and shifting as Tracy was clearly starting to unbutton her blouse. "Let's just get this over with..." Her breaths were heavy. More rustling.

Jordan sucked in an approving breath. "Damn!"

What was he seeing? Clearly he was seeing Neal's wife's tits in her bra, but... what kind of bra had she worn? Sexy? Simple? Plain?

"You wear stuff like that all the time?" Jordan asked, the sound of his hand on his cock, stroking again, mixing with the background noise of Tracy removing her shirt.

"No." Tracy said firmly and then when she spoke next, it was clearly for Neal. "I wore it because I know Neal always wanted to see me in it. But since he's making me do this for him... well, I guess he's just going to have to be content to know you got to see it instead."

Neal groaned, face going to his hands. He knew exactly what Tracy was talking about. He'd watched her buy the outfit online, but never got to see her wear it because she said it was way too tight. Or maybe she was just embarrassed, even though it was meant for the bedroom. It wouldn't have stayed on long. But for whatever reason, she'd refused to wear it for him. But now... she was wearing it for Jordan and Neal wasn't going to get to see it on her. Not till he watched the video... if he had the courage to watch the video.

It was an iridescent, foil purple, one piece teddy with a swooping neckline that would reach her belly button and show off the inner slopes of her breasts. It was crotchless, with only two small strands of fabric going between her legs to frame her pussy and joining together into one string going between her cheeks and attaching to the back, which only covered the lower part of her back. And to complete the outfit, a string of white pearls down the very center of where the crotch should have been. It would nestle nicely between her labia if she wore it...  

She was wearing it.

Fuck!

Jordan was getting a view that Neal had always wanted, but now... Tracy had found a way to punish him for asking her to do this. He couldn't blame her. But still... It was wicked. So why did it make him so hard?

A soft crumpling sound signaled that Tracy had dropped her blouse. No doubt her breasts were bulging in the tight teddy, nipples pushing against the shiny material. Neal was trying to picture it but his imagination was failing him as he continued to listen as Tracy's jeans snapped, unbuttoning. The clicking teeth of her zipper. Rustling of the jeans shimmying over her hips.

"Holy shit..." Jordan muttered and the sound of the mattress groaning as he shifted, his hand clearly moving a bit faster along his length as he was staring at Tracy. "Fuck... that pussy... oh man... pearls... fucking hell. For thinking I'm so gross, you sure dressed up."

Neal tried to picture Tracy's smooth cunt being pressed down the center with a string of pearls. He desperately tried to conjure the image, but he just couldn't. Nothing in his mind would do it justice.

"Yeah... wait... wait, slow. Just keep the jeans right there..."

Tracy blew out a breath through her nose.

"Fuck!" Jordan groaned. The fwap fwap fwap sound of him jerking and his balls bouncing filled the room with his labored breathing.

Heels clicked against the floor softly as Tracy moved, adjusting her stance.

"What? Don't like just standing there being admired?" Jordan chuckled.

"Fine with me," Tracy muttered. "Get off now and we can end this quick."

"Sorry honey. But I've got stamina."

Tracy snorted in derision.

"Turn around, bitch. Show me your ass."

"Watch your language dick." Tracy sneered, but the sound of her heels shifting and clicking signified she was turning to show her ass.

"Oh, fuck, that's beautiful." Fwap Fwap Fwap. "Pull it apart. Let me see that asshole."

"Gross." She was shifting, rustling and soft skin peeling apart.

"Fucking yeah."

SLAP!

"Hey!"

"What? You've got a spankable ass. Besides, your husband's listening. Let's give him something to hear. Back up..., no no, I said back up, not turn around. Fucking listen. Yeah, like that, stay like that. Bend over a little more. Pull open your cheeks."

"You're not gonna do what I think..."

"Tell me to stop and I will." Jordan was clearly smirking.

Tracy didn't say anything.

Slurping, sloppy licks suddenly filled Neal's ears. Sluurrrrssshlllp.

"Oh, fuck..." Tracy gasped.  

"Hold still." Jordan muttered, his voice muffled. Was his face in between her ass cheeks?

Shhhccccllllurp. Sllllhhhlick.

"Mmm... uhhhh... mmm, fuck... god...." Tracy was whimpering.

"Neal not enjoy this asshole? Hm? I can tell. You're pretty sensitive. Look at it, pucker." He laughed boisterously.

"Prick." Tracy grumbled even as she gasped.

"Man, you taste good. Bend a little more. I wanna see those pearls too."

Heels clicked, widening her stance.

"Oh god that's beautiful. Reach further down... pull your lips open, let those pretty pearls sink in, slut."

"Don't call me that."

SMACK!

"If the dick fits." Jordan laughed.

"Don't make me fucking slap you, Greenwood." She was growling.

"Oh, last names now. Am I supposed to feel like a chastised child?"

SMACK!

"You like it. Admit it. Admit it to your husband. He's listening, so let's give him a good show."

"Fuck off."

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Oh god!"

"That's it. I love seeing those legs shake."

Sllllurrrschp. Slurcp.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh."

"Mmm fuck your wife's ass tastes amazing Neal. You've gotta try it."

More lewd wet licks made Neal shiver with each sound of Jordan's wet rough tongue erection, his wife's butthole. His hand was against his crotch, gripping his erection feeling like he was on the verge of cumming already.

A wet, slick swipe of a hand against a mouth and Jordan was smacking his lips. "So fucking tasty." The mattress creaked. "Now... turn around. Let's get you working on my cock."

Tracy's reply was a soft snort through her nose. There was soft quiet and then the sound of knees pressing to the floor.

"Yeah.... On your knees. Look up at me."

"You're a dick."

"No. I have a dick. And I want you to wrap your little married fingers around it and get a good feel for what's gonna be stretching that pearly covered pussy in a few minutes. Get to work."

Neal listened close. There was only the sound of breathing. Was she staring him down? Challenging him? Was she doing what he said? Surely Jordan would have been moaning if she'd put her hands on him. What was happening?

A soft moan drifted to the mic. A slick pop. Soft sucking. Was she blowing him? No... no that didn't sound right...

Gentle breaths. Sucking teeth. "Mmmmm." It was coming from Tracy's mouth.

Neal suddenly recognized the noise. He knew it well. Jordan was kissing her. They were fucking kissing.

"Ahhh." Tracy gasped. A gentle noise that resembled the one Jordan had been making when he was jerking off was filling the background.

"Like the feel of it? Hmmm?"

"Mmmmm" The sound of her mouth getting pressed with Jordan's.

"Yeah... squeeze it. Go ahead. I fucking know you hate me, but I don't fucking care. Go ahead and try to grip it and make me hurt. It feels good."

A rustling. A sharp intake of breath from Tracy and more groans as their lips pressed together and tongues tangled.

Jordan started to grunt with Tracy's efforts, stroking his cock.

Shit. His wife was jerking off another man. Jordan! A fucking gamer slob. Fat and funky. But her hands were around his cock and they were kissing. It sounded like he might be pulling her hair. Controlling her. And she was letting him.

Neal wasn't sure how things would go, but he didn't expect this level of participation. Honestly, he figured he might get some general sounds from them doing sex acts, but... this... this was more intense.

"That's it Tracy. Mmmmm fuck... doesn't it feel good in your hands... oh shit, sorry, looks I got cum on your ring." He was chuckling evilly.

Tracy didn't say anything. Neal could picture her glaring at him. Or... at least he hoped she was. What if she was drunk on this... seduced by a fat lump, dirty douche with a big dick. What if his wife had all of the sudden become a bimbo...

Neal couldn't decide if that was sexy. Erotic. Or sickening.

"I want you to kiss it... A big, loud, sloppy kiss. Let's let Neal hear you loving my dick."

Tracy was panting. Groaning a little and then... "mmmmmm ffuuummmmmmmmm." The sound of her slick, juicy lips pressing to the cock flesh of Jordan's member filled and rattled Neal's eardrums.

Shhhclllup.

"Yeah... Big wet kiss. Look at me when you do it. Yeah... like that. I don't fucking care if you hate me... you're kissing my dick."

hair,

"Mmm yeah. Tell him how it tastes."

Panting breaths. "Sweaty... bitter.... You said you took a shower..."

"I did... but hey, I got a bit sweaty waiting, and with all this hair well... bound to get a bit humid in my boxers." More boisterous chuckling.

"Disgusting."

"Yeah?"

"AAHHHHH." Tracy gasped in pain.

Then... slurping sounds.... Moaning deep from Tracy's throat and deep breaths being pulled in through her nose.

"Yeaaaahhhh..." Jordan groaned. "Fuuuuuucccck." Gurgling purrs from Jordan's throat. "That's it... open wide... go ahead, I wanna see those angry eyes.... Good girl..."

Oh god, she was sucking him. She was swallowing his cock. And not... well, she clearly could have stopped things. But... Jordan was pushing her down. That was clear.

The sound of his wife's throat being filled was... fuck, it was intense. He could hear her soft gags.

Gawkkk gawwwwwk.

Her attempts to breathe as Jordan was pressing her down further on his massive dick and his lewd encouragement.

"Yeah baby... like that... fuck yes, like that. Wow, you're taking it so good... girls usually have trouble..."

He was panting, no doubt sweating profusely. If what he'd said a moment ago was true, his pubic hair was approaching Tracy's lips and nose and it was no doubt damp and matted and kinky.

"Fucking shit, yes Trac... take it... mmm fuck your tits are amazing. Pull that fucking teddy aside, let them hang out. Let the girl's breath... unlike you..." A grunting laugh and a groan from Tracy that sounded like pain... pleasure... a mixture?

There was a sound of stretching, rustling clothing and then a sharp sound of material ripping.

"Oh, my god those are perfect tits. Yeah. Okay, here... move... like that..." Sounds of knees shuffling. Grunting breaths. Groans as Tracy was gagging on Jordan. "There... now bend more... let those baby's sway... yeah... like that. Touch them. Pinch your fucking nipples as you swallow me cunt."

No doubt Tracy hated that. She never liked name calling. At least not to this intensity.

"Oohhhhhhhh yeah..." A creaking groan from the bed. Was he laying back? "Fucking suck it."

Gluck gluck glluuuuck gluck.

She was blowing him. Moving on her own now. Slurping and swallowing his dick of her own accord. Were her eyes fiery and wanting to flay the flesh from this lard ass? Or was she enjoying it?

"Yeah... yeah... like that... all the way in. Rub your fucking nose in my sweaty pubes... I know you like it... come on... smell my fucking musk... I want it to be in your nose forever."

"Ohhhh mmmmmm gluckfluck gluck fluckglcu. Fuckgluck digluckdick gluckglook."

"You look so good with a cock in your mouth. Fucking beautiful."

Panting breaths. Jordan's were labored, rough and scraggly as he groaned and rasped as he was getting the blowjob of a lifetime.

Slurping, slick sounds. Wet and thick and dripping spit. Sucking sluurrrps. Moaning breaths and muffled mouth and lips sliding along a thick shaft.

Neal grit his teeth. Hands holding onto the headphones as if he were afraid they might leap off his head. He was torn between listening and crying and running in and stopping this whole thing. Heart pounding faster and faster, his erection straining against his pants, he felt like he was having a panic attack... fuck... FUCK! He was!

He pulled the headphones off and stood up, stumbling back from the computer towards the kitchenette. The sounds that had been loud and clear and so horrible yet erotic suddenly vanished. There were only very soft whispers of what he'd been listening to drifting from the bedroom, through the thick glass and wood of the doors. There were shadows moving, but nothing distinct that Neal could make out as he went to the sink, grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water.

First, he splashed some on his face, trying to cool himself off. Then he took slow deep breaths as he bent over the drain, afraid he might vomit. When it was clear he wasn't going to throw anything up, he stood slowly and began to drink the water, further cooling himself and steadying his heart rate.

It took precious minutes as Neal calmed himself down, pushing down the panic he'd been feeling from listening to his wife swallowing Jordan's cock.

Maybe he should stop. If this was going to give him anxiety or even a full-blown panic attack... was it worth it?

The strain in his pants gave him the answer.

Another minute and he turned back to the computer, marching back with determination and sitting back down. He had to see this through. He'd asked for it and so he had to face what he'd arranged.

Putting the headphones back on, he listened and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Like that." Jordan was saying. He was no longer panting, though his breaths seemed shallow and wheezy. "Yeah... now pull your legs up... higher... further back I want you open..."

"I'm not a fucking doll." Tracy spat, but the shifting on the mattress and sheets said she was trying to move into the position Jordan was trying to get her in.

"Right now you're my fucking doll. But instead of pulling a string to make some sounds... I'm going to insert this... battery... to give your speaker some power."

Slap slap slap.

Tracy gasped. Jordan was clearly slapping his cock against her pussy. The wet sounds made that obvious.

"What's that even mean?" Tracy breathed.

"Whatever the fuck I want it to mean. Just make sure you get loud. No doubt you will, but still, wanna give my benefactor what he wants."

"Ahhh..." Tracy gasped again, but this time it was more breathy, soft... "Oh... shit..."

"Yeah.... You like how it feels?"

There was just a soft sigh of movement.

"Look at it... see how big it is? That's gonna be in you Tracy."

"Mmm."

"Haha, that's what I like to hear... tell me you want it."

"Don't be an asshole."

"I've tasted your asshole. You haven't tasted mine yet. You might like it."

"You're so fucking gross."

"But you're looking at my cock like you've found the holy fucking grail."

Slap slap slap.

"Feel that? How heavy it is... how solid and thick? Tell me you want this inside your fucking married cunt!"

"Stop it..." Tracy panted.

"Say it." Jordan growled.

"Jordan... don't... just..."

They both gasped, a soft surprise. What was happening? Neal couldn't tell. The sounds weren't loud enough.

"Oh.... oh fuck... Jordan wait... wait I'm not ready..."

"Pull your legs wider. It'll help." He actually sounded like he was trying to give her advice. Had he experienced girls trying to take him in and it being painful?

Was he going to hurt her?

The thought made Neal nearly bolt off the couch, but then the sudden gasp of pure pleasure stopped him.

"OHHH OHHHHGODDD!" It was his wife. Tracy was crying out, and it was easily coming through the door as well as loud and clear through the headphones.

"Yeah." Jordan whispered. "That's it... just relax."

"OH MY GOD.... OH MY GOD!!!!" She was whimpering.

"It's okay... ahhhhohhhh fuck Tracy, you're so tight... here... just... there, is that better?"

"Y... yes oh fuck Jordan. Shit seriously don't... ohhhhhh gooooooooodddddd!" Her voice was cracking and strained.

Neal couldn't hold back a groan as he listened and began to reach into his pants...

Tracy stared down between her thighs, holding them back wide by the knees and still unable to believe that she was feeling so stretched and only the head of Jordan's cock was inside her. His penis was... well it was ridiculous. A slob like him shouldn't have been so endowed with something so amazing. Tracy wasn't a size queen, but still, she could appreciate something so massive for what it was. And now it was inside her.

Her labia was stretching around Jordan's cock, the mushroom rim having just slipped inside her and making her moan louder than she'd expected to. "Y... yes oh fuck Jordan shit seriously, don't... ohhhhhh gooooooooodddddd!" He pushed a bit deeper, her inner muscles straining and resisting against the sudden large intrusion. "W... wait... you forgot... condom..." She was panting now, unable to catch her breath or rip her gaze away from what was happening to her pussy.

"It broke, remember." Jordan grit his teeth, smiling wickedly.

Tracy had the suspicion that this ugly lout had broken the condom on purpose somehow. But... she couldn't confirm and... the idea of adding latex... instead of feeling the raw heat of his cock inside her... she couldn't justify interrupting for such a thin excuse.

Her head fell back as he slid another inch inside her. "Oh, fucking shit!" She knew she was being loud. The odds of someone in the other rooms hearing her were slim, but... well... there was always the possibility. And it was bad enough knowing that her husband was just yards away and listening in through the various mics he'd set up. Add in perfect strangers getting a listen in on her infidelity was almost too much to bear.

"Fuuuuck yes, so tight. Relax a bit..." Jordan grunted, hands on her thighs and pushing a bit so she opened more and lifted her ass off the bed, pressing his member even deeper.

Tracy whimpered, biting her lip and trying not to let the sexual sounds she reserved for her husband come pouring out.

Jordan was dripping sweat. He hadn't even been doing much physical activity yet and still the man had flop sweats and smelled... not disgusting, but definitely like he'd been doing heavy labor in some stifling, stale backroom. Which made sense, his game store was like a little hidey-hole, stale smelling and so packed with various geek and nerd junk and games and whatnot that it wasn't any wonder that the smell had somehow become ingrained into his very skin.

The lingering feeling of his thick, wet tongue on her asshole and the extra pressure and intense stretch she was feeling from this dripping mess of a man was sending her into a tailspin of nausea and orgasmic bliss. She couldn't deny the feeling of him inside, how his tongue had probed and pressed and slathered all over her asshole was erotic. He wasn't attractive, but he seemed to know what he was doing and that just made things even stranger and more twisted for Tracy as his penis sank deeper inside her little cunt, uncovered and touching places that were new and tender.

To Jordan's credit, he may have been a perverted slob, but he wasn't just ramming himself into Tracy. He seemed to genuinely care if he hurt her and didn't want things to be uncomfortable. But his desire was very evident in his eyes and as Tracy's pussy began to warm up and become even more slick, the feeling of the pearls of the panties rubbing against the side of her bulging labia, he was pushing in more firmly and deeper and steadier.

"Fuck!" Tracy cried, feeling Jordan's cock sinking into a new depth.

"Yeah... Neal doesn't get this deep, does he? And I'm only two-thirds in slut. Wait till it's all in."

"I told... you..." Tracy groaned, gripping the back of her knees tighter. "Don't... call..." Why was it so hard to breathe, to speak? She wasn't some cock hungry whore. Tracy may have liked her big dildo, but that was something she had control over. This thing in her... it was out of her control. She was at Jordan's mercy, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Sure, she could probably scream at him to stop and he'd keep his word, or Neal would rush in and beat the living hell out of him, but the truth was... as disgusted as Tracy was about all of this... her inner core was on fire and the feeling of her pussy getting opened so fucking wide was... overwhelming. She wanted more!

Jordan didn't let her finish protesting his name calling. He thrust the last couple inches of his thickness into Tracy, his pubic hair rubbing roughly and slick against her smooth labia and Tracy arched, eyes wide and sucking in a deep breath, tits bouncing freely now that they'd moved the teddy to either side of her chest.

"HOLYFUCK!" She was loud. Loud enough that she heard the feedback from the audio equipment from in the living area.

"Yeah!" Jordan groaned, eyes closing and basking in the feel of the young married woman, her cunt squeezing down hard and milking him as a micro orgasm raged through her body, making her spasm.

They both remained frozen in that moment, seconds ticking as they grew accustomed to their new coupling, and then Jordan let out a rough, heavy sigh and looked down at Tracy with a grin that made her tremble. "Brace yourself, hon. I'm gonna enjoy this. I think you will too."

Jordan began to pull back. Tracy's lips dragged and sucked at his shaft with lewd slick sounds like oily lotion getting rubbed into soft silk. When only half the tip remained inside Tracy, he thrust back inside quick and firm and Tracy came. She came hard and fast and instantly and...

Neal listened to his wife's screams from the headphones and drifting out from behind the doors.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plapplapplap! PLAP!

"That's right! Fucking take it! God, you're so fucking tight! Oh, shit, but you love it, don't you. Taking my fat slob cock! I know what you think of me! But my cock's deep in you, so what the fuck does it matter? Huh?"

Plapapapapap Plap!

"You like that? Huh? Say you like it, cunt!"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH GOD JORDAN... JORDAN FUCK! SLOW... OH GOD THERE... HOLYFUCKINGSHIT!" Tracy was gasping, her words spilling out in halting slurs and groans and grunts as Jordan began to fuck her.

It was the slick, wet sound of his sweaty thighs colliding with Tracy's upturned legs. No doubt his belly was smacking against her, too. Her pussy was drenched, it was clear though the audio as Jordan railed inside her over and over, a squelching sound like feet being pulled out of thick wet mud echoed through the whole of the bedroom and down the wires and into Neal's listening ears and jerking hand.

Tracy grunted, moaning out as Jordan kept a steady pace.

Plap Plap Plap. Plaaa-aaaa-aaap!

With every vivid sound of thrusting and slapping skin, Neal could hear his wife gasping, moaning, her voice wavering with the motions of her body as it was made to bounce and tremble and shake from Jordan's onslaught.

"That's right. Fuck, that's it. Squeeze my fucking cock in your little married cunt."

"You're... su... such... an.... asshole!" Tracy groaned through tremors of pleasure and physical motions of Jordan beginning to fuck her deeper, faster.

"I've had enough of your mouth..." Jordan grunted.

Tracy gasped and her voice, pants, became muffled. Was he holding his hand over her mouth? Gripping her throat? Neal couldn't be sure which.

"Uh... uh... uh!" His wife was groaning, the slaps against each other's thighs and ass and stomach echoing louder with each more firm thrust.

"Yeah. Love that look. Says you fucking hate me, but you love feeling me in you." Jordan let out a groan. "Yesss, like that fuck, squeeze me like that. Oh my fucking god that's good."

Suddenly there were sounds of shifting. Blankets sliding and crumpling and falling to the floor. Tracy groaned and grunted. Body's moving, repositioning.  

"Wh... what the fuck... what are you..." Tracy's words were cut short, muffled into the mattress.

"Ass up! Yeah, like that. Come on, Tracy, give it a little shake for me..."

She gave out a cry into the material of the fitted sheets.

Jordan laughed. "Fuck, you like that? Nice little wedgie between those pretty lips. Do the pearls feel good on your clit, huh?"

Tracy cried out again.

Was he pulling the string of pearls against her? Pulling her lingerie up between her cheeks? Neal was at a loss for what was happening. Though apparently his wife was now face down and ass up on the bed.

"Stay still now... good girl." The mattress and bedframe creaked loudly under Jordan's weight. "There we go. Just relax..."

"Ohhhhh goooood." Tracy moaned, still muted by her mouth pressed against the bed.

Jordan's moans were in agreement. "Fucking god you feel so good!"

How in the world had Tracy not said stop yet? Jordan was treating her like a whore! Neal had half a mind to call the whole thing off and kick Jordan's ass. But... he'd asked for this... and he'd put Tracy in control. She could stop this if she wanted, but she hadn't... Did that mean she was enjoying it? Or did she just love her husband so much that she'd go through anything to give him what he wanted?

Jordan reached out over Tracy's rippling ass and gathered her hair up into his meaty fist and pulled her back. She arched up, head lifting and bending as she gasped. His thrusts continued into her depths as he pulled hard but not too painfully, so that she rose up off the bed, tits swaying beneath her as he continued slamming his hips into her.

She was so wet. So hot. Burning and squeezing his cock tighter than he'd ever experienced. Most girls weren't enthusiastic about fucking a somewhat uncouth incel-like slob like Jordan. He knew that and had long since accepted his place in the pecking order of things. But... he had one thing that a lot of those other pathetic men didn't. His cock was meaty and heavy and thick. It could stretch a woman in ways she thought were impossible. So he'd gotten a decent amount of pussy over the years, if less than overjoyed that it was attached to him. But sometimes you sacrificed to get the experience. Tracy, however, she was starting to thrust her hips back onto Jordan, almost as eager as he was.

"Good girl. That's right. Throw that ass back against me. Do some work. Get what you want." He groaned, still holding her hair, making her contort back, bending her spine and moaning as she pushed herself back, making her cheeks ripple against Jordan's sweaty thighs.

He knew this was probably the only chance he was going to get to take a run at such a sexy woman and he wasn't going to waste a second. Especially since her husband was just outside the door and might lose his nerve any moment. As much as he wanted to make this last, he wanted to nut inside her more. Positions and ideas ran through his head as the tight pussy continued slurping and swallowing his cock over and over. The sighs of her lips dragging and clinging to him was so fucking heavenly. He wished he'd thought to grab his phone and take some of his own footage to bring home.

"Ohhhoohhhohhhh fuuuuuuck!" Tracy was moaning out, mouth open and looking off towards the ceiling as her cunt was stretched.

"Like that? Say it, babe. Come on, let's hear how much you fucking love my cock."

"S... shu... shut up... di... dick!" She panted. Still obstinate.

Jordan loved it. She was so feisty. Honestly, it was often hotter to fuck a woman that thought you were beneath her. They always thought they were above the primal urges. But at the end of the day, even if he was below her and she looked down on him, his dick was deep in her depths and that was all he cared about.

Finally, he settled on how he wanted to end this. A quick survey of where the camera Neal had set up was gave him what he needed, and he quickly leaned down and wrapped his flabby arms around Tracy's waist and with a bellow and groan and maybe even a fart, he rolled her over pulling her with him until he was on his back and he had her sitting on top of him. She was facing the camera, head on, legs open and straddling Jordan's wide waist, his thick cock still buried deeply into her cunt.

Panting with the effort, he whipped some thick sweat from his brow and then reached back up, his stomach scrunching and pressing against Tracy's back and ass as he grabbed hold of her tits, and pulled her back just enough so he was laying against the pillows and she was angled to look at the camera, legs lewdly spread and Jordan began to bounce his bubbly ass up and down on the mattress, giving it his all and starting to pump into Tracy like there was no tomorrow.

"Holy Jordan, what are you... oh... OHHOLYGODFUCKSHIT NO NO OHHHHHGODDDDDDD!" Tracy's words were bouncing like she was riding a bike down a steep bumpy hill. "Jordan! Jordan, fuck yes yes oh god I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming, you creep! Oh shiiit!"

Jordan was expending every ounce of effort he had. Sweat dripping and slick all over as he held Tracy's hips tight and pistoned into her fast and hard and relentless. He could feel her pussy clenching as he forced her orgasm. Then a feeling of hot slick juices spraying and gushing as he made her squirt. And by the way she was reacting, it was her first time.

"Jordan please, oh fucking god please!" She screamed.

"Please what cunt!" He grunted under the effort of keeping up the pace. He wasn't going to let up. No way. This was the best fuck of his life and he was going to milk every second. His stomach was flapping and slapping her tight ass as he forced her down again and again, all the while making sure she was pointed perfectly towards the camera.

Let his friend see his wife's pussy stretched to its limit. Her lips gripping and pulling and becoming red and puffy from the constant smacking of his balls as they flew up from the motions, sweaty and hairy.  

She was crying now. Jordan saw it from the side, her face turned slightly as she gasped and tears painted her cheeks making her eyeliner run just a little. Her orgasm was raging and Jordan wasn't slowing down even though he felt his lungs burning, hips and legs cramping and heart thundering like he might have an attack any moment.

Reaching up he pulled her hair back making her gasp loud. "Fucking take my cock! Love it! Tell me you fucking love it!" He roared and rammed even harder, the loud slick slaps resounding in the room.

Neal grit his teeth, his hand jerking his cock fast and hard, having already blown one load and needing desperately to shoot another as he heard his wife getting the living shit fucked out of her by his gamer friend.

"I... fu... fu... fucking... love... it... ohhhh god Jordan fuck me god fuck me please!"

"Yeah..." Jordan's voice was panting and strained. "Look... look at the fu... ucking camera slut... look at your husband... tell him... tell him what's ha... happening!"

There was a pause in the conversation, but not in the hard pounding slapping splashing sounds or the breathing from them both as they continued to fuck.

"N... Neal... oh god fucking fuck fuck!!!! He's fucking impaling me! Oh god baby, he's so big! I... oh holyfuckingshit! I fucking hate you! Oh, my god, how could you make me do this, you dick! FUCCKKK I'm cuming again! I'm cumming!" She was screeching and the sounds of thick, meaty slaps grew louder. Louder. Faster.

Tracy was crying. "God fucking fuck fuck fuck god Jordan oh my fucking god yes yes don't fucking stop. Ruin my pussy. Ruin me, oh fucking god. Neal, you're such a fucking prick for doing this to me! Oh god fuckingfuckfuckfuuuckfuck! AAAHHHHHHH!"

"Rub your clit! Rub it slut! Like that. Do it for the fucking camera!" Jordan's voice was tight, breaths heavy like he was about to choke.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" Tracy shrieked and there was a splashing, gushing noise of water or something splattering on the floor.

"Your wife's fucking squirting again, Neal!" Jordan yelled.

Neal's orgasm was painful and all-encompassing as he forced another load out and all over his hand and lap.

He'd never heard Tracy like this... and probably never would again. At least... not because of him.

Words deteriorated and became mindless groans and grunts, gasps, gargles and moans and shuddering squeals until Jordan started to bellow. "Look in the camera!" Jordan ordered. "Tell him I'm gonna fucking cum inside you!"

Tracy was whimpering, breaths ragged. "Do... do it! Cum... cum in... my married cunt!"

Jordan didn't need any more encouragement. "FUUUUUCK YES TAKE MY FUCKING CUMMMMMM!"

Neal's eyes widened. He hadn't realized. How had he overlooked it? Jordan wasn't wearing a condom. But... surely... no...

"YES! CUM IN ME YOU FUCKING BIG DICKED DIRTY FUCKING FAT FUCK!" Tracy cried.

"TAKE IT BITCH! FUCKING CUNT!"

"AAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA"

They were both groaning and shouted as they climaxed together. The slapping came faster, rapidly, like a tommy gun platatatatataplapplap. Plap PLAP PLAP!

Finally, the sounds stopped, and the bed shook and creaked and groaned as both bodies fell back. Pants. Gasps. Heavy breathing. It was all that could be heard in the audio the mics picked up.

Soon... slowly... even that tapered off to a more quiet, slow breathing.

Neal sat in his own mess, listening intently and staring at the door. What would happen now? They were clearly done... but... he hadn't talked to them about what should happen after.

The sound of water running in the bathroom jolted Tracy awake. For a few moments she didn't know where she was or what was going on. She felt sore. And yet it was the kind of soreness that you get after a really good workout. Brushing back sweaty hair from her face, Tracy slowly pushed herself up from where she was laying on the large bed and looked around, slowly realizing where she was.

A hotel.

Naked.

At some point her lingerie had been ripped off. She didn't remember when. And by ripped, she really meant, to shreds. The once pretty, sexy teddy was laying on the floor, straps snapped off and the material torn in multiple places. There was no salvaging it.

All along her body were red welts, a few light bruises, and between her legs, her pussy was red and inflamed and still dripping thick streams of semen.

Jordan had exploded like a volcano inside her. She'd felt it. It was a geyser. So hot and thick and sticky. He'd pumped and pumped and kept thrusting hard and deep, filling her to overflowing. Her asshole and cheeks were sticky with his seed.

She fell back on the bed again, unable to believe what she'd just gone through. Jordan had used her. Hard. And... and she'd fucking loved it.

Oh she didn't like that Jordan was the one to do it. Even as she basked in the afterglow of what had been the hardest fuck of her life, she still shivered with disgust that the fat lard of a game store owner had been the one in her. Pulling her hair. Fucking her. Eating her ass. Shooting his jizz into her pussy.

Thank god she was on birth control. There was no doubt in her mind that if she wasn't, she'd be pregnant. And the thought of having that degenerate's baby made her want to vomit.

Tracy rolled to her side and then shuffled herself to the edge of the bed, sitting up and leaning forward, hands on her knees. Things whirled for a moment as the blood started rushing back to her head. Seconds ticked by and the world settled and she was able to stand. Her throat was raw, parched from all the screaming she'd done.

Guess Neal got what he wanted. Probably pretty good sound bites and footage. She was loath to listen or watch it. Part of her wanted to tell Neal to delete everything. Any evidence of what she'd just gone through and done needed to be destroyed.

The door to the bathroom opened and Jordan came waddling back into the room, completely naked. His cock swung under his gut and between his thick hairy thighs. Stopping in the doorway he put his hands on his flabby hips and grinned, letting his eyes rove over Tracy's own nudity. Any other time she would have been embarrassed or maybe offended, right now she was just exhausted.

"Move." she muttered, walking towards the bathroom and trying to angle around him. The urge to pee had come upon her and if she didn't hurry she'd probably make a whole other mess, this one far more disgusting and embarrassing.

Jordan stepped aside, still eyeing her. "Should I shut the door for you princess? Or maybe you wanna let me watch?"

Tracy grabbed the door and turned to Jordan with a fiery glare. "You're fucking gross." With that she slammed the door, then quickly went to the toilet to sit and try to relieve herself and clean herself up.

After she was done she turned on the shower and climbed in, quickly beginning to scrub herself of all the sweat and fluids, from herself and from Jordan, that was coating her skin. She let the water scald her as she used the bar of soap all over even between her ass crack to try to get the feel of Jordan's tongue to go away.

As disgusted as she was... and she was very, very, disgusted, she couldn't deny that Jordan had quite possibly given her the most intense orgasm of her entire life. She'd squirted all over the bed, soaking Jordan's lap and the sheets and that sudden explosion had been the moment she'd blacked out and fallen to the bed. According to the clock on the wall, she'd been asleep for maybe an hour. Not nearly long enough after everything she'd just been through, but enough of a power nap to get cleaned up, dress and get home.

Neal.

Where was her husband? Why hadn't he checked on her? Or maybe he had and hadn't wanted to wake her up. Or... maybe he hadn't had enough courage to come into the room and witness his wife lying naked, covered in the love juices of another man?

Quickly stepping out of the shower, leaving it on because she wasn't done yet, not by a long shot, she tiptoed over to the door on the far side of the bathroom that led out into the kitchenette. Soap suds and water ran down her legs and the door handle was slippery in her hand as she turned it and peeked out.

Neal was on the couch. The computer equipment was all still in place and her husband was still wearing the headphones. His pants were open and his flaccid cock was exposed, a mess of dried cum denoting his activities while she'd been getting fucked. A soft grumpy snore drifted over the sound of the shower. He was asleep. Just like she had been. It seemed everyone had passed out at the same time. How serendipitous.

"Looking for someone?"

The sound of Jordan's deep voice made Tracy jump and shut the bathroom door with a loud snap, turning quickly to face him as he stood in front of her, still naked.

"Wh... uh no, I was just checking on Neal." She admitted, wishing she'd grabbed a towel and hadn't just gotten out and walked to the door naked.

"Yeah, beauties having a sleep. Gives us a little more time to play." His grin was cocky and... well, his cock was growing already just at the sight of her.

"What? No." Tracy shook her head and carefully started back to the shower, brushing past the man with a bit of a sneer.

"Oh come on. You can't tell me you're only done after one round." Jordan chuckled, following her as she stepped back into the shower. He stood just outside the sliding door.

"Jordan, please just go. Get dressed and go. I need to finish cleaning up and then I'm gonna wake Neal up and we are going home."

Jordan snorted. "Come on, Trac. Don't you think it would be fun to give hubby an extra, bonus sound bite. Something he wasn't awake to wank to?"

Tracy peeked out at Jordan, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

The fat flabby man's smile widened. "I've already moved one of the mics. It's at the door pointing right towards the shower..." He lifted an eyebrow at her.  

She glanced past his round shoulders and noticed the microphone poking through a crack in the door to the bedroom. "So?" She raised her own eyebrow back at him.

There was a brief moment of quiet where only the water from the shower was splashing, crashing against the marble flooring. Jordan stepped forward and opened the door slowly, his lips curving up mischievously as she stepped into the shower. Tracy took a step back. Another. Not stopping the man as he filled the space and forced her back against the wall.

"You know... I've always wanted to fuck a pretty girl like you in the shower..." Jordan laughed and reached out, grabbing Tracy's hips...

-- --

Noises in the dream were vivid. Moans. Gasps. The sound of slick skin slapping against marble tile. Grunting.

Yes! Yes! Don't fucking stop!

Never!

Oh god I'm cumming!

Take it! Beg me for it!

Give me your cum! Do it! Oh my fucking goooooooood!

Sounds of screaming and orgasming and crying and animalistic grunting...

The loud kerchunk of the door shutting made Neal jump and nearly fall off the couch. Opening his eyes, he saw the bedroom doors were open. Tracy was standing in front of the bed buttoning her jeans and brushing off her blouse absently, cheeks flushed and hair slightly damp, pulled over one shoulder.

"Trac?" Neal's voice was gruff. Rubbing sleep from his eyes he looked around, noticed his pants were still open. Thankfully he didn't have an erection. The dream had been so vivid and as loud as what he'd been listening to earlier. He quickly made himself decent and got to his feet.

Tracy came out of the bedroom, a soft smile on her face. "Have a good nap?" She asked.

"Uh... how long..." Neal looked over at the clock on the microwave. Geez, he'd been asleep for nearly two hours. "Sorry... I didn't mean to..."

His wife came over and rubbed his arms, that same soft smile still on her lips. "It's fine. We fell asleep too."

"We? Oh right... Where's Jordan?"

"Left." Her eyes darted away before she let her hands fall and went back towards the bedroom. "Suppose we should get all this cleaned up. Do you need me to help?"

Over the next little while, Neal and Tracy pulled apart the cords and the stands and the mics and packed them away into their cases. They did it wordlessly, quietly. Neal gave his wife glances and longing looks as they worked, but she never met his gaze.

Was she mad? Had he ruined everything with this stupid fantasy?

"Are you okay?" It finally came out in a rushed blurt as he packed away the computer, the last evidence of his deranged venture.

Tracy was walking into the kitchenette, pulling out the trash can and tossing something that was shiny purple into it. "Hmm?" The look on her face was masked innocence.

"Are... are you okay?" Neal repeated, sitting on the couch and slumping down, feeling defeated.

"I'm fine." She stood, hands folded under her breasts and took a few slow steps towards her husband. "But, do you mean as in, am I physically okay? Or are you talking about..." She bobbed her head from side to side for a second, "My mental, emotional state. Are you gonna try to be my shrink?"

Neal rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Trac... honey, I'm sorry. I know this whole thing... I know it's fucked up. And... I honestly appreciate that you were willing to go through with it. But..." he sighed, hanging his head. "If you want me to delete it all and like, forget all of this... just... I will."

Tracy stood quietly watching him, hands clasping her arms as she kept them folded. What Neal wouldn't give to know what was going on behind her eyes. What was she thinking?

"Neal..." Her voice was hesitant. "Yeah... What you asked was... sort of... weird. Probably not the weirdest thing someone could ask for. Fucking another man and recording it. Pretty standard really. You just added a little... twist. Though I am wondering if you're gonna watch the video or not." She bit her lip as she mentioned the tape.

"If you don't want me to..."

"Neal... sweetie, calm down okay." Tracy let out a prolonged sigh. "I'm not... mad. I'm not disgusted with you. Or even with myself. It was... I guess it was fun in its own way, but definitely not something I would have ever considered on my own. Probably ever. What's done is done. You've got your recordings... enjoy them. Hell, I might even listen with you... though right now all I really want is a nice long bath."

Neal stood up and came over to Tracy, wrapping her in his arms, hugging her tight. There was a moment of reluctance when he touched her but she quickly melted into his embrace and placed her head on his shoulder.

"I'll give you an entire spa day, baby. The works. Mud bath. Hot tubs. Scrubs. Massage. All of it."

Tracy chuckled, her breath warm against his neck.

"Ready to go home?" He asked.

She nodded, damp hair rubbing against him. "Um... there's just one thing I think I should tell you... before you listen to the audio."

Neal looked down at her curiously, meeting hesitant eyes.

"Wh... while you were asleep, um, Jordan and I... well, I guess you could say we recorded a little bonus for you." She nibbled on her lip, a worried expression passed across her face.

"A... bonus..." Neal trailed off.

She nodded.

Something inside Neal's stomach flipped. His heart raced. Tracy pressed her ear to his chest, their eyes meeting. Together they could both hear Neal's heart beating faster and faster at the thought of what might be on the recordings.

"Well..." Neal breathed and then grinned at his wife. "I guess we should get home and... have a listen."