My Neighbor Part 14

*

Louise woke up sore all over and incredibly tired. She looked down and found Emily clinging to her, resting her head on Louise's chest. The two naked girls were snuggled together like a couple of girlfriends. Louise's body was aching, and she could feel how Tony's semen still oozed out from her sex, leaking onto the bed. Her eyes drifted to the huge bulge in the sheet that was Tony, sleeping like a log.

"You look like you've been through hell," Emily mumbled, waking up as well.

"I'm sore all over," Louise mumbled, wincing as she tried to move. Emily smiled and kissed Louise's cleavage, inhaling the more mature woman's scent.

"Relax then," Emily told her.

"So did you get what you were hoping for?" Louise asked her, the real world starting to come down on her. How on earth would she explain any of this to John? Could she even tell him of all that had happened?

"Fuck yes. Are you kidding? Tony fucked us both senseless," Emily said with a laugh. "I can't wait to experience this with John as well." Louise grimaced but tried to shrug it off, failing completely, and instead settled down on the pillow once more.

It was truly incredible, what had taken place the day before, that couldn't be denied. Louise's head was spinning with all these emotions coursing through her, it was as if her entire life had been a lie, because this... this was different, and this had ruined everything. The feelings were so intense, so carnal, so deviant and primal. If anything, last night should be proof that Louise had turned into a massive, cheating whore, something that made her both feel sort of naughty, but also feeling an incredible amount of guilt. Even despite the fact she knew John loved being a cuck, Louise loved being Tony's cheating slut even more.

If Louise was being honest with herself, she was looking forward to Tony's constant demands for sex, the complete control he had over her and her body. Not to mention the overwhelming, uncontrollable sexual acts that would happen and the naughty, lewd words being thrown around like nothing, like they meant nothing.

"Do you think we will continue?" Emily asked after some quiet time, and Louise simply stared at her as the question hit her. What did Louise actually hope would continue? A further escalation of her own debauched behavior? She'd have to face Tony about these things and make him understand that they had taken the sluttery too far.

"Oh God," Louise muttered when she saw her clothes from yesterday, strewn across the room. God indeed, just what the hell had she done last night? How did she even allow this? A small part of her wanted this to happen again, that small, tiny corner that enjoyed being put in compromising positions that were utterly humiliating, that another evening like yesterday was almost welcome and craved.

"Um... Louise?" Emily asked tentatively, taking hold of Louise's wrist and squeezing softly.

"I-I, I can't do this anymore. I-I-" Louise stuttered. She couldn't deny the thrill that rushed through her. "I'm so far removed from who I thought I was. I cherished sex like it was a special bond between two partners, but now everything about it has become... filthy and degenerate."

Emily sat there studying her a bit. She wasn't always getting along with the married teacher, but seeing her struggle right now and go through all these emotional stresses was at least understandable. Louise was hurting right now and probably confused about herself.

"It was just a bit of fun," Emily said, leaning closer. "And you loved every minute of it, didn't you? Don't pretend you don't love it," she whispered, squeezing the woman's wrist once again. "We're doing it for John, right?"

"He never asked for this. I mean he did, but not for me to be walked around like a dog, or for Tony to... use me like he does," Louise said. "I get lost in all of this, and even now I can't deny the enormous thrill this lifestyle brings. And John lets me do this, and I feel like I'm spitting it back in his face."

"I'm confused. Won't we sleep with him when we get back?" Emily said, nudging Louise's shoulder. "Don't you think he will love your tits in my face? As for me... walking you, I don't know, I think he might like that too if presented the right way. Or... maybe I can walk you both. Don't you think he'd enjoy getting dominated a little bit? I don't think it would hurt if you tested the waters on that. If anything, you bring something to you two's bedroom that is only yours."

Louise shuddered at that. Emily dominating them both did things to her that scared her. But Emily was presenting a few interesting ideas, that was for certain.

"Or we can do other stuff. It doesn't have to be laden with all this drama," Emily said. "It can all be fun!"

"I guess," Louise muttered. Emily gently pulled Louise into an embrace. It was awkward at first, but after a few seconds, Louise's arms moved on their own and clung to the petite French brunette. She didn't like her that much, but feeling the younger girl's presence next to her and hearing her warm words calmed Louise immensely, and perhaps there could have been a friendship blossoming between the two once again. "It just feels a bit heavy right now."

"I understand," Emily said. Louise hated being vulnerable like this, especially in front of Emily. Louise was the grown-up here, but she hadn't felt like it for one bit during their entire tryst.

"Thank you."

Emily planted a light kiss on her forehead, and it seemed to put Louise even more at ease.

*

I didn't sleep much during the weekend. The anticipation of my wife getting back home after this whole camping trip was almost unbearable. I was alone and desperate for her. I also hoped to see some of those videos Louise had made. I kept imagining the things they'd do. Louise was always so reserved, so if Tony got her to risk a bit here and there that would be fun, as long as they weren't too reckless.

But if Tony, say, found a secluded place and had his way with Louise's ass, something I had never done myself, or if he'd given her a bunch of facials, that would be so hot. I didn't mind if they pushed my limits a bit here and there, in fact, I relished it, as long as I got mine as well.

Sure, some things were for Louise's selfish lust, but I desperately wanted to be included, and could hardly wait for them to come back. I'd jump her the very second she got back home, no doubt. I'd kiss her even if her face was still fully coated, though that was very unlikely here in broad daylight, and besides very farfetched.

Louise had said she and Tony were staying at a motel over the weekend, which put some extra days between me and my reunification with my wife. The anxiety and turmoil of Tony being prioritized over getting home to me excited me beyond reason, as Louise wanted to get fucked by our teenage neighbor instead of coming home to me. I didn't blame her, but I still felt left out and not exactly on top of the list of priorities right then. I guess I felt a hint of anger as well, that she didn't find any urgency to get back. I hated getting upset, so with determination I forced myself to be positive about this, as crazy as that might sound.

To think that Tony, who was just a punk 19-year-old, was able to rock my wife's world, to take her from a normal, vanilla sex life with her husband to something more adventurous, that he was able to break some of her moral codes, it was devious and honestly incredibly hot. I spent my days basically anticipatingly waiting for Louise to come back and tell me everything that had happened, while she was still reeling from her sexual encounter with Tony.

My excitement grew throughout the weekend, and I didn't want to watch any porn until Louise was back, instead, I only watched some of the videos Louise had made for my birthday. Jacking of proved to not be as good as having my beautiful blonde wife next to me, telling me how much she enjoyed being with Tony instead of me, but it helped me hold out at least.

Luckily, there were sports and pretty good weather to keep me occupied. I jogged to tire myself out and distracted myself by watching TV. I even went out to grab a beer on Saturday and ran into some colleagues. They were all still impressed by my Alaskan situation, which I couldn't understand as I did it out of duty. Oh well.

So when Louise finally sent me a message Sunday afternoon that she was on her way home, I was rather thrilled. Anxiety and anticipation of what had been going on up till then were almost sickening. Not knowing was a curse but somehow a blessing as well, as I was an utter mess. Especially now that Louise suddenly had been hinting at something with Emily. I thought the two loathed each other, or at least that Louise loathed Emily, but that somehow made it even hotter that they might be up to something. The videos and pictures Louise had sent before the weekend were incredible.

The drive from the motel to our house was maybe six hours or so, so with the hours ticking away, I felt like I was losing my mind. I wanted to jump my wife but also knew she needed some time to herself after the trip. I wondered what state she would be in when she arrived. Would she be sore and tired? Would she have that fucked silly expression on her face? Would the shame in enjoying something as vile as breaking your marital vows show? Would she be a mess and need help showering? I just hoped she was still horny enough to have sex as soon as possible, and that she wanted to share everything with me.

When the clock ticked past the fourth hour, I started pacing. The waiting was unbearable. Images of the two sleeping together, Louise blissfully aware of her marriage in those moments, flooded my mind. I could see her in bed with him, his big teen cock sliding in and out of her, or perhaps she was giving him a blowjob.

To make things even better, I got a photo apparently from the weekend of Louise with Emily in a motel room, the French teen groping her with almost no clothes on. Just a lacy bra and a dirty grin from the two of them. Was Emily hitching a ride with them? I swelled at the excitement of the two together. Maybe... maybe there was a slim chance that Louise actually wanted a threesome between the three of us? I knew Emily was interested in me, but with Louise there, that would make it more okay, right, for us to do something? I almost didn't dare hope for something like that. Even when I got an image of Emily pretending to bite Louise's ass did I try to get my hopes up for it to happen. But these pictures that Louise sent were plenty enough material for me to let my imagination run wild with. Though I had to wonder why she was with them. I was too distracted to give it much thought, though.

But as the fourth hour became the fifth, and the fifth the sixth, I was more or less just standing in the window, pent up with all the horniness of a teenager myself, just waiting for their arrival. I checked my watch three times a minute.

And then... half an hour after I would've expected them, Louise's car finally pulled up into the driveway.

I quickly went outside, seeing Louise exit the car. She looked at me, and I saw it. The guilt and the shame in her eyes. It made me swell with anticipation and desire. Tony got out as well, but he simply gave a smirk, a two-finger salute that I returned, and wandered over to his parent's house. I quickly escorted Louise inside, taking her backpack from her.

"Welcome home," I said. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her and missed her, but I also wanted to know what had happened, and I wasn't sure what to bombard her with first.

"Thanks," she mumbled, not looking at me. I dropped her backpack and took her in my arms. My arms went around her and held her tight. She melted into me and buried her head in my neck. Her breath was hot on my skin and her body was warm and soft.

"Louise?" I whispered, moving a hand up to caress the back of her head. "You okay?"

"I don't know. I'm exhausted, I'm sore, and I feel so dirty."

"Dirty?"

She nodded into my neck.

"Why?"

She pushed herself away from me and gave me a look of disbelief. "John, you know why..." Louise muttered. At least there was remorse. One of the dangers of my fantasies was the emotions involved. If tired, nothing else about Louise seemed changed. At least not right now.

"Are you sore?" I asked, trying to hide my eagerness to hear everything. To see the videos while she told me everything in detail.

She nodded.

"Good sore, or bad sore?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes. "Sorry."

"Very good sore," she admitted, smiling as she remembered Tony stretching her out.

"Good," I said. "You enjoyed yourself?"

"Tony enjoyed me," Louise said. "And that made me enjoy it too. I'm..." Louise hesitated but looked up at me determinedly. "And I'm supposed to tell you that... erh, that I'm Tony's slut, and I'll do anything he asks."

My eyes went wide as I stared at her, not believing my eyes. As the words started to seep in, I felt a knife twist in my gut, but also my cock starting to gorge itself with blood, and it twitched with excitement.

"Yeah? You're Tony's slut?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered, then nodded. "I'm sorry John, I really am, but I just want more of him. The things he makes me do are so... wrong."

I could only nod. There were so many emotions going through me, that I didn't know which one to settle on. To know she wanted him over me hurt, the fact she had admitted it without prompting stung. But it was also so fucking hot that she would go this far, do such things, and that she clearly enjoyed them as well.

"So... what did you two do?" I asked, and she bit her lip and looked away.

"Wait... I need you to understand this. Tony wants you to know, and I want you to know... and understand, that Tony owns me now. If he needs relief, I'll be there. I'm his... slut. Tony broke your wife," Louise said.

"What does that mean, Louise?" I asked. I knew what it meant, but I needed to hear her say it.

"It means I'll have sex with him whenever he asks. It means I'll do whatever he tells me to do. It means that I'll sleep with him and I'll obey him."

"Louise," I moaned. "You're going to cheat on me? Whenever he needs it?"

"Yes," she said, nodding. "I'm sorry John. I'm so sorry."

"No, Louise," I said. "You're not sorry. I know you love it, just like I love it."

She looked at me. Her eyes were wide. She looked vulnerable and scared. "You still want me to be with him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because it's so fucking hot," I said, moving closer to her and taking her hands in mine. I kissed her palms. "You're so fucking hot when you talk about him like this. It's messed up, so unbelievably messed up, but I get so turned on by it. God, I want you so badly right now."

She sighed and moved in to kiss me. It was soft and tender, and her tongue caressed mine softly. "I love you, John."

"I love you too, Louise," I replied, stroking her cheek.

"But..." she said. "But I need you to understand something else. Tony has decided that you won't sleep with me this week-"

"What!? I've waited-"

"John, please," Louise said, suddenly way more stern. "Because he wants us to have a foursome. Me, you, Emily, and him. And you can only have me back then. If you can wait a few more days, we can have fun with all four of us. And you better believe it's going to be torture for me as well. I've missed you and your sweetness."

I looked at her. What was happening? A foursome? My thoughts were racing. I was annoyed that he would withhold me from her after this week, but he wanted a foursome? And he wanted to sleep with Emily too? And how the fuck was he getting everything he wanted? What about what I wanted? Why was I envious that he'd get to fuck Emily as well? And why did a foursome only come on the table when he asked?

And another week with Louise all to himself? Fuck...

"Did you hear me?" Louise asked.

"I did," I said, nodding.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I... I'm not sure," I said. "I want you, Louise, and I love that you are doing all of this for me. But I also want you. I missed you when you were gone."

"I want that too," she said. "But it will be a tough week. For both of us. And you're wrong, I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for him. He wants me to deny you sex, so I will be his good..." Louise didn't finish the sentence as she caught herself, but I knew what she meant.

I closed my eyes trying to fight back the swelling frustration inside of me. A small voice of anger had started yelling at the injustice, but most of me wanted to embrace and enjoy the things that were happening. And damn, it was incredibly hot when Louise said 'his'. It stung because I felt like he was robbing me, but it was so intense I was struggling to reign it in. I felt the words fighting me, ready to burst.

I took a few deep breaths before I spoke.

"I can't lie and say I'm not a tiny bit frustrated," I began. "But it also drives me crazy. Do you know how much I want to fuck you? It has driven me insane. And that's only going to worsen next week."

"Me too, John. Me too," she sighed and snuggled back up into me, and we hugged.

"Then why can't we? I mean, you're married to me, it doesn't matter what he wants or says. Why do we have to listen to him?"

"Because I want to, John. Because I want him to take care of me and fuck me. Instead of you," Louise said, rubbing my back as if she was soothing me with those words. "Isn't it thrilling?"

"Louise... Louise, god, fuck," I panted, pressing my lips to hers. I loved her so much, she was such a kind person, but she was driving me insane. A fleeting thought of who she liked the most shot through me, but I quickly wanted to drown any notion of thinking like that.

"Yeah, honey?"

"It's so frustrating," I said.

"It will just make it even more intense if we abstain a little bit more," Louise explained. "Trust me, Tony has done that to me on a few occasions, and when we then rekindle, Jesus is it intense. And it's not really a whole week. Just until the weekend. It won't be so hard, right?" Louise added, rubbing my bulge. "Or is it already incredibly hard?"

"You bet," I grunted. "Fuck, you're one devious little woman. I love you so much, Louise. So much."

"I'm glad," Louise said, kissing me again. "I'm going to take a shower, okay? I feel filthy."

"Wait. We can't have sex, but..." I gulped. "Can we do other stuff?"

Louise seemed to think it through. Not only to be nice to me but also because it seemed like she really wanted me to be pleased. "Like what?" she asked.

"Like... sixty-nine?" I asked.

"Oh... I'm not sure if I want to... give you a blow job. Sorry, but... I just hate the thought of you demeaning me like that," Louise said.

"But Tony-"

"Tony is a bastard. You're not. I'd hate it if you treated me like he does," she said. "I don't know if you could understand it, but there's something thrilling about being treated that way by him, but to be treated so... crudely by someone who loves you and cares for you... it doesn't sit right with me. I mean, you're my husband. Loving and doting. Please let me have that image of you. I don't want you to be someone you're not, instead remain the person I love... I guess, unlike what I've done."

"But..." was I about to beg Louise for this? Would I really be so pathetic? "Louise, please?"

"John, please. Don't make me feel worse than I already do," Louise said.

"So let me get this straight, you won't have sex with me, your husband, and you can't even... show some... appreciation, for everything I've done."

Louise frowned and her expression changed. Her demeanor went from sympathetic to annoyed and a bit sad, her eyebrows furrowing.

"That's not true," she argued.

"Yes, Louise. I think it is."

Her eyes narrowed, and her frown turned into a glare. Louise opened her mouth, shut it, and opened it again.

"Is this it? Have we reached the point of arguing?" Louise finally said. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I'm just disappointed," I said.

"What are you expecting here? You should be happy! I've given myself to another man! I've become a slut!" Louise said, sounding frustrated. "This is what happens. I warned you, we did it anyway, and now we're here. Can't you respect that?"

"But I'm your husband," I tried, feeling myself cowering already.

"Exactly! I told you when you restarted this whole cuckold thing that it would be on my terms, and that there was no going back this time around. This is who I am now. Who we are," she said. "I feel like shit for putting you through this, but you gotta understand that this is how it is going to be from now on."

"Are you saying you're Tony's woman, and not mine?"

"Yes," Louise said. "I mean... sort of. I still love you. But he's my man. And I want him to be the one who decides if you have sex with me or not, while he gets whatever he wants. You've given up control of that, remember?"

I looked down at the floor. She was right, but I wanted her so badly.

"Look, John," Louise said, taking my face in her hands. "I love you. I really do. But you need to get it into your head that I'm not yours. Not entirely. I'm Tony's woman too, and he can fuck me whenever he wants. Whenever he needs a release. It's as simple as that. And you'll always have me, just not as often as you want."

I still looked at the floor, feeling shameful for even arguing this with her. She would never have been in this position if it wasn't for me, so who was I to now argue about how things were?

"Okay. Okay," I sighed, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry, Louise. You're right. I'm being stupid. It's just... I love you so much, and I've missed you so much. And I... I just need you so bad."

"Oh, honey," Louise whispered, pulling me in close. She kissed me softly and rubbed my cheek with her hand. "You will get me, I promise. Just not now. And I know I said I want him to control our sex lives, but do you really think that means him micromanaging us? I'm sure it's just going to be for small durations here and there-"

"Do you love him?" I asked, cutting her off.

"What?"

"Do you love him? Do you love Tony?"

She frowned, looking at me. Her expression turned cold, and I thought she was going to argue, but she just looked at me, her mouth opening and closing several times.

"No. No, I don't," she said. "I... I feel like I'm betraying you with all the stuff I'm doing, but I don't. I love him because of what he does to me. Because of the sex. I guess love is not the right word. I care for him, it is impossible for me not to with all that we have done. But no, I don't love him like I love you. Never."

I nodded and smiled, and then I leaned forward and kissed her, softly at first but quickly deepening it. When I pulled away, she was smiling at me. It didn't feel great but at least she was being honest with me. She could easily have denied it.

"I'm actually glad you asked," Louise said. "I want us to be truthful, and now we know where we both stand."

"I guess... So no sex until the foursome?" I asked, just to put an end to that whole thing.

"Nope," Louise said, cupping my cheek gently.

I sighed and couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, even if I did understand why. It didn't sit right with me that I would be denied these things, especially for those reasons, but this was part of the allure of being... thoroughly cucked. Tony had broken Louise, my wife, and turned her into his own personal sex slave. The one I loved.

"Fine," I muttered, feeling like a little bitch. I guess I was, though. But damn it, if Louise knew how much I enjoyed it. As much as it all sucked right now, I wanted this still.

"Thank you. I'm going to take that shower now, okay?" she said, kissing me softly again. She seemed genuinely happy when I gave in. She enjoyed that she could push me around. I couldn't wait for this foursome, though. "I'm going to go get clean... Wanna help? If you need to, y'know, jerk off, then you're welcome to do so. And while I won't use my mouth, I might lend a hand?" Louise offered, wanting to accommodate me as much as possible. Of course, as much as possible was to just let me do my husbandly duties in the bedroom, but Louise chose to abide by Tony's rules.

"Sure," I said, following her upstairs to the master bathroom. It was quite clear how much I needed her. It was quite a sight seeing my wife, naked as the day she was born, in front of me, having had wild sex with Tony. They had probably been at each other so much... To think he was the last one to have multiple hook-ups with my wife, while I was here at home, waiting for her return.

I felt jealous of that little brat, as humiliating as that was. I had all the perks of being an adult man, yet I was envious of him having sex with my wife. It was pathetic, it was the utmost taboo, and now I was being denied access to her at his behest. But I loved it.

When we reached the bathroom, I started to undress myself, but Louise stopped me.

"No, let me do it," she said. She was all over me as she helped me out of my clothes. She even groped my butt, kissed my chest, and for a fleeting moment as she kissed even further down I thought she might blow me after all. Instead, she came back up and pressed her breasts against me, letting her nipples rub against my chest as she took my hands and placed them on her ass.

"I missed you," Louise whispered, grinding herself against me. Her body felt so good against mine, and my hands moved across her soft skin. Louise then, quite forcedly, pressed her tongue into my mouth and kissed me deeply. I moaned into her mouth as her tongue caressed mine and my cock was nestled between us, throbbing against her warm skin. Fuck, how would I ever survive this week? "I need to teach you to accept a more dominant woman. Emily likes to toy with her food."

I gasped, both from surprise and arousal. Louise was never this domineering with me. Sure, she'd take charge during sex, but never like this. I loved it. And the thing about Emily... did that mean she and Louise had done something? How would Louise know what Emily liked otherwise? Was this a hint at what the potential foursome might entail?

But Louise snapped me out of it as she grabbed my cock and quite aggressively tugged at it, mashing her big tits against my chest in the process as she moaned into my mouth, licking my teeth as much as she fought my own tongue.

She pulled away, leaving me breathless as she stared at me. "Is this okay?" Louise asked. "Is it weird? I feel so silly..."

"It's... different," I said. Her assertiveness was sort of waking something primal in me, it seemed. I just wanted to... I couldn't put words on it. "Please, just continue," I groaned, and Louise smirked, moving her breasts around my cock.

"Tell me what you want," Louise said.

"You're supposed to tell me that," I chuckled. "And you know what I want. I want to take you up against the shower wall, but we can't."

"Why can't we?" Louise challenged.

"Because you're..." I hesitated.

"Yes?" Louise pressed.

"Because... you're Tony's slut. He won't allow it."

Louise closed her eyes, almost seeming to wince at hearing it from me. It made me regret saying it out loud. One thing was for her to say it, and Tony, but Louise really wanted my position as her husband to be a cherished one. But Louise bit her lip and sank down to her knees. God. Her face was so close to my dick now. If it wasn't for the warm water cascading us both, I'd feel her warm breath right on my throbbing erection.

"But... I'm your wife, right?" Louise asked, moving her tits up and down my length, teasing me with the prospect of a titjob. "I can do something for you, it's only right, right? You like these big honnies, don't you?"

"Oh fuck, you know I do. You've gotten quite naughty," I groaned, feeling her soft mounds slide on the sides of my erection, not fully enveloping me yet.

"You have no idea," Louise teased. I didn't. Tony did, and he was the one who had coaxed it out of her, broken down any sort of modesty she had. God, how far had they taken it during the weekend? I was dying to know. It was only an hour since Louise was back, and she was already blowing me away with what she could do. "I'll do whatever I can to make you feel good... just not use my mouth."

"Nor let me take you here in the shower," I shot in, eager for more teasing.

"No, but we can do other things. I can do other things with my mouth."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like..." Louise began, before leaning forward and placing a soft, hot kiss right next to my cock, on my belly, making me quiver from the intense sensation. She kissed several times, all around my hard dick, but never touching it with her lips. It was insanely erotic, and I could barely take it. "... that."

"Yeah? But you'd give in for Tony?" I asked, hoping for nuggets about the camping trip. "I can't wait to watch the videos you've made..."

"About that..." Louise muttered, hovering her hot mouth right over my cock, pointing it toward her slightly parted, panting lips. I felt my legs quiver as she looked up at me. "I didn't make any videos of us."

"You... What?" I asked.

"We got carried away, and..." Louise bit her lip and averted her gaze. "And... well... I just didn't, okay? I'm sorry. I know I promised, but it just slipped my mind."

I wasn't sure if I should be angry or turned on. Louise was clearly embarrassed, which made me think she had done something she was ashamed of. The whole deal with the camping trip was for them to keep me in the dark while making videos for Louise and me to enjoy when she got back. Didn't that mean that she simply cheated on me during this trip? If she simply fucked Tony for her and his own satisfaction without thinking of me, that hurt.

But I guess my sexy blonde bombshell of a wife kneeling in front of me gave me another perspective on the matter.

"Look, we just..." Louise hesitated. "God, I was a fucking mess when Tony was around, and I couldn't help myself. I didn't think! I just wanted more and more! Fuck, we did some... I just..."

"Louise, calm down," I said, the hurt fueling my arousal as much as it was agonizing.

"I know I said there was no going back once we got started this again, but I hate that I can lose control as I did," Louise mumbled, rubbing my cock, angling it upwards with the gentlest of touches and taking it between her breasts, while gently massaging my balls with her other hand.

"Louise..."

"I know, I'm a whore," Louise stated. "Tony treated me like a cheap whore, and I loved every moment of it."

It felt so amazing. She squeezed her breasts tightly around me. I was unable to talk. All I could manage was groaning and nodding, listening to what she had to say. The pleasure was so great, and the pain Louise brought added so much more to the mix. But hearing Louise state that she hated losing her inhibitions and was ashamed by it, but not ashamed enough to actually stop her, was amazing.

Deep down, I knew I wanted my wife to embrace her hidden whore persona, her natural ability to want young virile cock above everything else. I knew Tony did so many dirty, filthy things to her, and they did it because of me. I was scared to even say it out loud because it was such a mess, but we were doing it together, and even if my cock was almost exploding with the lust of seeing my sweet, innocent, and respectable wife become so devious and depraved, I wanted her to do so much more.

"You're so bad," I moaned, making Louise flinch. "Fuck..."

"Mmmm... Tony really broke me," Louise moaned as well. "So bad. I'm sorry."

"That's so wrong," I groaned, Louise jerking me off a bit faster. "Tell me again, Louise."

"He-he broke me, John." Louise whimpered, sounding genuinely vulnerable, making me swell a little more. The look of terror and lust in her eyes was everything. "I'm not even sure how sex with you will even work now. I'm so used to what I get from Tony. You really don't mind that I've been letting him ravage me, John?" she asked, a tremble in her voice. "That I let him ruin the sanctity of our marriage by fucking me senseless every chance he got?"

I couldn't reply. Louise was sending shocks through me and my whole body quivered from the emotions crashing through. Seeing her express something that should've been wrong, so deliciously, perfectly wrong. My hips started to move, sliding my dick through her cleavage. Louise was so well-endowed that my entire girth disappeared between those tits.

"John, Tony used and abused me so badly," Louise continued, trying to make it clear. "He fucked your wife raw and I've become accustomed to a massive dick wrecking my womb and taking what's yours. I'm sorry you can't fuck me this week, but I promise to do better when we can make love."

"Stop it, I'm-aah," I grunted, my face twisted and contorting in pleasure. My legs were about to give out.

"Am I really pushing your buttons by telling you that Tony will continue to sleep with me while you can't?" Louise asked, moaning deeply from it.

I didn't want her to stop, but the buildup was just too fast, and it was so intense. Louise was quite ruthless, squeezing me between her perfect tits.

"It's-guh-" I could hardly speak. My orgasm was too close.

"After school tomorrow, while you're at work, Tony will fuck my ass in my own classroom, John," Louise taunted me, staring me down. "He'll force me down on my own desk and slide his big hard dick between my butt cheeks until it disappears into my ass. He loves to spank me too, and he even does it to discipline me. If I disobey, he spanks me. God, I'm such a naughty slut for him."

"FUCK!" I roared, losing all control of myself and spurting thick ropes of cum right onto my wife's beautiful face. It was so intense I almost saw stars, and I was gasping for air as I came back to reality. Louise just held my cock against her and watched the last spurt shoot across her collarbone.

When she let go and pulled her hair away from her face, showing me my handiwork, I just stared. Stared and felt guilty about having soiled my wife's face. Even though Louise probably had more than just that, probably quite a lot more from Tony, the fact I had blown my load over my loving wife still stung in my conscience.

"Looks like someone enjoyed that," Louise said. I stared at her in awe. It had been intense for sure. "Tony cums much more. My entire cleavage would've been drenched and then some."

"G-god, that's so-"

"Depraved?" Louise laughed. "Well, you asked for it. Don't blame me for being honest."

"I'm not. I just... I want you so badly. God, this is so wrong," I muttered, leaning down and pulling her up and into my arms.

"It is. But you love it, don't you?" Louise asked, kissing me softly. I kissed her back and squeezed the very same ass that Tony had broken in and had his way with so many times.

"So much," I admitted.

"Good," she said, kissing me once more. "You know, I'm feeling so dirty now... Maybe I should wash off. Or maybe you can clean me up instead?" she suggested.

I groaned, kissing her again, and she kissed back passionately, sliding her tongue across mine. She was so amazing. I loved her so much, but this was going to be torture.

"Anything you like," I said, grabbing the shower handle and starting to run it down my wife's curvy body.

"After, I want you down on your knees so I can ride your face," Louise said, followed by a naughty giggle. "I can't believe I just said that."

"I can't believe you just did," I chuckled. "But I can't wait for you to sit on my face. And for you to make me do it too."

*

Being back at school was almost weird to Louise. Not only because of being on a camping trip for over a week but also because of all that had happened since the last time she was here. It was not that long ago, but yet it felt like a lifetime since she had been in her office, her classroom, or around the facilities in general. It was like the Louise that left was different from the one that had come back.

The past weekend had been an incredible rollercoaster ride for Louise, and she didn't even know how she had managed to get through all of it. The shame and guilt she felt were almost unbearable, but the sexual thrill and the satisfaction of having her needs fulfilled made it worth it. Perhaps she had been on this trajectory for a while, but the camping trip and then the finality of the weekend had certainly accelerated her becoming what she was now. What that was, was hard to completely discern. Tony's slut, John's wife, and everything in between.

The thing that still troubled her was how she could enjoy something so taboo and so vile. Louise had always prided herself in being a good wife and a respectable teacher, but the things that had happened and the things she had done during these weeks with Tony were completely against everything she believed in. Nothing of what she had endured and enjoyed spoke of an elegant, sophisticated wife who took pride in her own self.

She'd given up her husband's rights on her body and had instead willingly, and quite eagerly, fucked a 19-year-old boy behind John's back. It was not just once or twice, and it was not a small fling either, but a full-blown affair. And it wasn't just the sex... How Tony treated her and humiliated her, how he degraded her, she was his personal slut. He used her and broke her into doing things Louise could never have imagined doing before. It was all so filthy and debauched.

But now that Louise had tasted this life, she didn't know if she would be able to go back to being the woman she used to be. A proper wife who enjoyed making love with her husband, but not really go that far when it came to sexual desires. Was it possible to have both? Was there even a way back?

For now, all Louise could do was continue on and see what would happen. She was committed to Tony and wanted to do what he asked, even if it was hard to admit it to herself. Louise was addicted to him, addicted to the way he made her feel, and addicted to the pleasure she got from it. It was not something she could just stop doing, even if she wanted to. And she didn't want to. Louise would be lying to herself if she didn't say she loved being used like that. It was wrong, so incredibly wrong, and yet...

Even when Tony was asleep next to her in the bed in the motel, Louise couldn't help but think of how much better it would have been if it had been John there. Her husband, the man she loved, was such a sweet and considerate lover. Louise knew he would treat her well and make sure she was taken care of.

But that was not what Tony was about. Tony was a horny young stud who took what he wanted and didn't care about the consequences. He was selfish, and that made her feel alive. Liberated, by some weird merit. She loved the thrill of getting used by him and feeling like nothing but a warm hole to satisfy him. It was such a turn-on.

The fact that Louise had allowed Tony to deny sex with John was proof of that. Louise desperately wanted to sleep with John, but she also desperately wanted to submit to Tony. The conflicting emotions were almost too much to handle, but she was determined to find a way to make it work.

As she sat in her office, preparing for the day ahead, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of what would happen after school. She and Tony would have some fun in her classroom. The thought of him bending her over her own desk and taking her from behind was enough to make her wet. Already a day after departing from him and she couldn't wait to feel his cock inside her again, filling her up and making her cum.

But she also felt a bit nervous. What if someone walked in and saw them? What if someone heard them? It would be so embarrassing and humiliating to be caught in such a compromising position. But the thrill was part of that venomous, sinful lifestyle, and she knew she wouldn't resist Tony anyway. She'd take every inch of him and moan like the whore she was.

Louise closed her eyes and pictured the scene. Tony's strong hands on her hips, his thick cock pumping in and out of her, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered filthy things to her. The sensation of being filled by him, the feeling of ecstasy as she came around his dick. It was intoxicating.

As the time passed, Louise couldn't focus on her work. She was too preoccupied with what would happen later. Her body was tingling with anticipation and her mind was racing with thoughts of what Tony would do to her. It was like she was in a trance, unable to concentrate on anything else. Today her students would run track, and Louise always participated, so at least she'd be able to work off some of that nervous energy.

As Louise walked down to the field, dressed in her regular red T-shirt with her big breasts stretched obscenely and a pair of black yoga pants, also quite flattering to her figure, she ran into Emily, who was also dressed for the occasion. Louise blushed slightly as she greeted the younger woman. Emily's gaze lingered on her, making Louise even more self-conscious. She couldn't help but think of the things that had happened between them. They hadn't talked about it since they got back, but the memory of Emily's soft lips on hers and her hands roaming over her body was still fresh in Louise's mind. And the fact that Emily had so easily dominated her... walked her like a dog and everything...

"Hey there, Mrs. Banks!" Emily said suddenly, with a knowing smile on her lips, snapping Louise out of her myriad of thoughts. "You seem a little distracted today, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Louise said, trying to sound as confident as possible. "Just a little tired from the trip, that's all."

Emily smirked. "I'm sure you're just exhausted from getting fucked by Tony all weekend long."

The words hit Louise like a slap in the face. How could Emily say that so publicly? Louise looked around, but there was no one there. Of course, everyone was down at the track, warming up. Still, it was risky.

"Emily! Don't say that out loud!" Louise hissed.

"Sorry," Emily said, but she didn't sound sorry at all. "It's just so hot to know that you're Tony's slut. You really let him do anything to you, huh?"

Louise felt her cheeks burning. She couldn't believe how brazen Emily was being. But the worst part was that she was right. Louise had let Tony do whatever he wanted to her. She had been his obedient little fuck toy.

"Well, we gotta go to class. You're in this one, right?" Louise said, trying to regain her aura as a teacher.

"Yes. And in fact, I was hoping I could have your help with something after class. Before Lunch?" Emily asked, with a smile plastered across her lips that told what her intentions were.

"What is it?" Louise asked, even if she was pretty certain she knew exactly what Emily had in mind.

"It's just a little project that I need your help with," Emily said innocently. "It involves photos and John."

"Oh," Louise said. Right, she had completely forgotten she was supposed to tease her husband about a threesome with Emily and herself. "Of course, I'll help you."

"Good," Emily said, giving Louise a wink before walking off to class.

The rest of the morning started out without incident, more or less. Emily would give her a light pat on the ass at one point, but luckily no one saw, and after that, the French teen restrained herself to sly smirks.

And to Louise's horror, as the students were jogging around the track, she saw Tony making his way over, clearly heading towards her. What on earth could he want? Every time he was around her in public, she felt like he was a ticking time bomb. He loved to embarrass and demean her, and she could only hope he'd be sensible in public.

"What are you doing here?" Louise hissed.

"Heh, just checking in on you," Tony smirked. "But you might wanna calm yourself, don't wanna throw a fit in front of the entire class, right?"

"Whatever," Louise puffed, looking out at the students rather than the pestering youth who was obviously there to terrorize her.

"I mean, look at all those girls in all those tight pants. I can see spandex, lycra, all the good stuff. I don't wanna miss the show," Tony said, giving Louise's ass a small squeeze. Louise swatted his hand away and took a step away from him. Tony chuckled.

"Hands to yourself, we're in public," Louise muttered.

"Oh, is that right? I didn't realize," Tony said with mock surprise. "So if we were alone right now, you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you?"

Louise glared at him. "Of course. But we're not alone. So behave yourself."

"I'll be good," Tony said with a grin. "For now."

"Tony, I mean it. Don't push your luck," Louise warned.

"Relax, Louise. I'm just here to admire the view."

"You're here to ogle my students' asses and get off on it."

"Guilty," Tony shrugged. "But you've got to admit, they're all hot. Not as hot as you, though."

While he was being vile and incredibly sexist, Louise couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride at being called hotter than all these younger girls.

"That's enough, Tony. Go back to the bleachers."

"You don't tell me what to do," Tony hummed satisfyingly. "In fact, how come you're not wearing anything sexy?"

"Sexy?" Louise chuckled. "I'm teaching a class. Besides, didn't you just say you came here to watch all the yoga pants? And my shirt is already stretching around my breast as it is," she added. She knew her own curves were quite a sight, especially in the outfit she was wearing right now. It was not often that she could find something that fit her so snugly, but when she did, it made her feel good. And the pants she wore now, and the red T? She always wore this outfit.

"Yeah, but you could always show a bit more skin like booty shorts, or something that would show off your cleavage more," Tony pointed out.

"Well, I'm not about to wear something like that in front of my students, Tony. I'm their teacher, I have to maintain some sort of professionalism," Louise explained. "I can't just walk around looking like a slut."

Tony grinned at her choice of words. "But you are a slut," he reminded her. "And I think you should show it off more. Let everyone know what a filthy slut you are."

Louise blushed. She hated that he could turn her on so easily. It wasn't even about being exposed to everyone, it was him imposing his will on her. Frustration bubbled up within her and she was about to scold Tony some more but before she could do so, he interrupted her.

"Why don't you take off your T-shirt at least? You're wearing a sports bra, right?" Tony suggested, giving Louise a little nudge. "C'mon, show them that sexy figure. Teach these little bitches that you are in the best shape."

"Tony, that's crazy," Louise hissed.

"Don't be shy. Show them your hot tits. All these little cunts are jealous and probably wish they had boobs as big as yours."

"Would you shut your mouth? You're going to get us caught," Louise groaned, blushing furiously. Why was this turning her on so much? The risk of getting exposed to everyone was intense, but so was the excitement of showing herself off like this in public. It was wrong, so very wrong, but she couldn't help herself.

"Seriously, Louise. Just join the jog a bit and perhaps get a bit sweaty. Plenty of reason to have to take your shirt off," Tony said. "Might even leave you all sexy and glistening. Wouldn't that be something?"

Louise swallowed hard, her heart racing. She knew what she wanted to do, and she couldn't believe that she was even considering anything close to it. Tony was playing her like a fiddle. She tried not to, but it was impossible.

"Maybe you're right," Louise whispered, giving in.

"Show them who's boss," Tony said, gently nudging her along.

The blood was rushing in Louise's ears, her heart hammering as she walked toward her class. Was she really going to do this? She was their teacher, it would be beyond inappropriate. But she couldn't stop. She needed to do this. It was an overwhelming, primal urge, and it felt like a daze came over her.

She was running, she realized, as the rest of the class went on. She was keeping up with the class quite easily, she was in such good shape. It felt empowering. She could see the shock on her students' faces, many of the girls seemingly checking her out, as well as some of the boys. And she did have the largest pair of breasts among the adults. Louise started jogging faster.

Even with a T-shirt and a sports bra, Louise's breasts were bouncing and jiggling with every step, and she knew it was quite the show for her students. The way they stared at her...

But she was on a mission given to her by her lover.

"Keep up folks," she called, accelerating around the next turn, and on the line-up she snuck off to the side. She breathed quite heavily now, both from having given a small sprint and from the heat of the moment. The rush of adrenaline was incredible. She pulled off her shirt quickly, throwing it aside, revealing her toned physique in its entirety. She was sweaty, her body glistening in the sun. Her breasts heaved in her tight sports bra, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material.

Her students looked at her in disbelief, their eyes wide and their mouths agape. This was highly unlike her, and not only that, Louise knew she was quite the sight. Some of them stopped in their tracks, unable to take their eyes off of Louise. The boys were practically drooling, while the girls seemed torn between jealousy and admiration. A couple of them were even blushing.

It felt amazing to have so much attention on her. Louise knew she was attractive, but seeing the effect she was having on her students made her feel even more confident. It was a powerful feeling, and she couldn't help but relish it. She caught Tony's eyes, and he gave her a thumbs up. He was clearly pleased with her performance.

"Alright, that's enough for now. Everyone take a break and then we'll do some other exercises," Louise said.

The students gathered around her, some of them still staring at her in awe. Louise felt a rush of satisfaction. She had shown them who was in charge, and she loved every second of it. This was a side of herself that she had never explored before, but it was intoxicating. She couldn't get enough of it.

"My my, someone's a bit daring," Emily muttered as she drank a gulp of water. She was also in her sports bra, sweating and shining as well. Louise knowing what this girl looked like underneath all of this in a very intimate way made her eyes wander a bit. "I wonder why," the French teen said, looking toward the bleachers. "We better get you a skimpy bikini so you can sunbathe on the front lawn, Mrs. Showoff."

"I'm not showing off, it was just warm and I got sweaty," Louise said, trying to defend herself.

"Yeah right," Emily said, shaking her head. "You know what you're doing. You're teasing everyone."

"Maybe I am," Louise admitted a small smirk forming on her lips.

"Good girl," Emily said, giving Louise a small spank, getting a giggle from a nearby student. Just what Louise wanted to avoid. "You should have some water."

"Yeah?"

"And maybe your ability to drink should falter a bit?" Emily suggested.

Louise hated the suggestion, mostly because she secretly loved the idea. It was one thing to show off a bit, but another to make herself seem incapable of drinking water without spilling it down her front. But then again, Louise decided to go for it and took a small sip of water, letting it dribble down her chin and throat, giving a little sigh as she did so. The cool liquid felt good against her hot skin, and she could feel the eyes of her students on her.

"Clumsy," Emily chuckled, a bit louder.

"Yeah, sorry," Louise said, as the other students started to gather around for further instruction. "A bit shaky hands. I skipped breakfast."

"I have an energy bar in my bag," one of her students said, ever the helpful one.

"It's okay. Right. Stretch your hamstrings, quads, and calves. I've shown the videos of how to get a real extension, so you know what to do," Louise told the class.

"Maybe you should show us," one of the guys said. "Especially the hamstring. I don't really seem to get deep. Do you have some special technique that you use to get that extra stretch?"

Louise knew what he wanted, for her to bend over and show either a spilling cleavage or the fabric of her yoga pants stretch across her fit ass. She decided to play along.

"Sure. Watch how I do it," she said, bending over slowly and deliberately. Her breasts hung heavy as she leaned down, and then turned slightly as the yoga pants hugged her perfect ass.

The whole class was quiet, and then the first whistle broke the silence.

"Nice moves, Mrs. Banks," another boy shouted, accompanied by a whistle from Emily.

"Thank you," Louise laughed, standing up. "Okay, stretch those muscles out now. Stretch until you feel that burning sensation, but don't let it hurt outright. Three cycles of 25 seconds. Do your own counting, but not too fast."

The class followed her instructions, and soon the field was filled with the sound of students grunting and groaning as they stretched out.

Louise caught Tony's approving gaze and it made her feel so hot. This was ridiculous, she was a married woman, a teacher and here she was, putting on a show for a teenager and getting off on it. It was dangerous, exciting, and very inappropriate, yet she was unable to stop. Tony had an immense power over her, a power she wasn't willing to fight. She would let him guide her down this sinful path and see where it took her. She was addicted to him and the thrill that their taboo affair brought with it.

The only downside was the guilt and shame that lingered in the back of her mind, reminding her that it was wrong to betray her husband. But the pleasure that she and Tony shared together was enough to keep those thoughts at bay, at least for now.

As the class ended, Louise dismissed her students for the day. The routine had gone without any issues further than that. Tony, to Louise's somewhat disappointment, had disappeared. Of course. He had classes as well. He probably skipped one to be down here at the track. She picked up her sweat-drenched tee and headed toward the changing rooms in the utility building.

Louise went to her locker room to get a few things for a quick shower before lunch. But as she opened the door, she felt someone press up against her from behind. A hand reached around and groped her breast.

"What are you doing?" Louise hissed, trying to keep her voice down.

"Just having some fun," Emily whispered in her ear. "You're so sexy, Mrs. Banks."

Louise pushed Emily away, trying to ignore the tingling sensation between her legs. "Stop it," she said, but her voice was lacking conviction.

"Come on, you know you want it," Emily said, stepping closer again. Louise could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating. "I can't believe you acted like a total slut like that. In front of everyone. I bet some students just got new favorite subjects."

"Emily, we can't do this here. Someone might see us," Louise said, her heart racing.

"I know," Emily said, her voice low and seductive. "That's part of the fun, don't you think? You should know with what you just did, you dirty girl."

Louise quickly went inside the office, and as soon as Emily followed suit, she slammed the door a bit harder than she intended to. Urgency and all that. Louise had wondered if she would be in the mood for naughty pictures for John if she needed to get worked up first, but it turned out that the younger woman had quite an effect on Louise's body.

"Emily, what are you doing? We can't do this here," Louise protested as Emily grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close. Louise pulled away, wanting more distance to the door.

"What am I doing?" Emily asked, fishing out her phone from her purse, and dangling it in front of Louise. "I'm doing whatever I want. Isn't that right, Mrs. Banks?"

"Emily..." Louise pleaded, but Emily silenced her with a kiss. Louise wanted to push her away, but she found herself kissing back instead. The taste of Emily's lips was addictive, and Louise couldn't resist it. Her body betrayed her and melted into Emily's embrace.

"That's better," Emily murmured, pulling away slightly. "Now, get your tits out and look at me."

Louise let out a gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I... this is my office," Louise tried.

"And I don't doubt that Tony has made you his bitch in here. Now, come on, let's show John how naughty you've become," Emily said, smiling deviously at Louise. For John. Yes. This was for John. She couldn't forget about him. But at the same time, it was so wrong. "I bet you're in plenty of mood to be a bit naughty a bit more."

"Fine," Louise relented, reaching down and pulling her T-shirt up and over her head for a second time. And in front of a student again, too. Her big, soft breasts bounced free, and she knew she couldn't hide her excitement. Her nipples were already hard.

"Good girl," Emily purred, stepping closer again. "Damn, these titties are so big and well-shaped. I could drown in them, and die the most envied woman ever."

Louise felt her cheeks burning. She hated how much she loved being complimented like that. Emily was so vulgar. It was shameful, but at the same time, it was so arousing. Louise wanted more. She needed more.

"Blow a kiss to the camera," Emily said. Louise looked at the phone and smiled shyly. Emily snapped a few pics and showed them to Louise. They were good. Very good. "He'll love that."

"Yeah," Louise said, feeling her arousal growing. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. She bent forward slightly, pressing her elbows toward one another so that her breasts created a magnificent cleavage which Emily captured eagerly, then brought a hand up to indeed blow a kiss to John on the other side of this ordeal. "John loves these," Louise said confidently, standing up again while running her palms softly across her breasts, cupping and lifting them. "They're his favorite part of me."

"Now you're waking up a bit here. And yes. They're a lot of people's favorite part of you," Emily teased. "As we surely have discovered by now."

"Well, I can't help it if people like what they see," Louise said, shrugging and smirking at the same time.

"Oh, I bet," Emily said, taking a couple of steps back. "Now, let's take a photo with your ass sticking out while you bend over that desk of yours. Aren't you glad we're able to bring John back into this? I feel he has been neglected so much, I just feel so sorry for him."

Louise agreed, but she didn't particularly like the tone Emily had. It was like she was implying she was the one who knew what John wanted, and that Emily was the one who'd make any sort of reconciliation that might happen. But yes. While she wasn't the biggest fan of her husband treating her like Tony did, she was thrilled that she could be naughty for John... even if it was at Emily's initiative.

"Sure, why not," Louise said, walking over to her desk and slowly bending over, knowing what sort of display she'd give. Louise pushed her butt out, wiggling her hips seductively as she did so. She looked over her shoulder at Emily and smiled coyly. "How's this?"

"Mmm, just like that," Emily purred, snapping some more pics. Louise smiled.

She then had an idea. Leaning flat on the desk, resting her cheek on the smooth surface, Louise reached back to slip a thumb into each side of her yoga pants, started to slowly pull them down over her butt. The tight fabric clung to her curves, resisting at first, but then slowly slipping over the round, firm globes of her ass cheeks.

As the pants reached the bottom of her ass, Louise ran a hand over her own cheeks, giving them a little smack. She heard Emily gasp.

"Fuck, that's hot," Emily said, her voice low and breathy. Louise couldn't help but smile at the reaction.

"You like that?" Louise asked, teasing the younger woman.

"Fuck yeah," Emily replied, sounding much closer now. Then Louise felt something wet, and incredibly stimulating run over her slit. "You're so fucking sexy, Mrs. Banks."

"Mmmm," Louise moaned as Emily continued to lap at her pussy, sliding her tongue along the lips and up to her ass. It felt so good, and Louise found herself pushing back into Emily's face. "Ahhh," she breathed as Emily pressed her tongue deeper into her hole. She felt Emily's fingers spread her cheeks apart so her tongue had better access.

"Oh god, don't stop," Louise gasped as Emily fucked her pussy with her mouth, and her hips rocked back and forth involuntarily. The sensation of Emily's soft tongue exploring her depths was incredible.

Looking over her shoulder, Louise could see the cute brunette's face partly buried between her ass cheeks. Emily's brown eyes gazed up at her, a hint of mischief in them. "God, that looks so fucking good," Louise moaned as she stared back, enjoying watching the young beauty eating her out. That tongue was working magic, and seeing those stern eyes look so determinedly up at Louise just intensified the pleasure. She loved the way Emily dominated her.

A steady brewing sensation within Louise began to build rapidly, her breath becoming ragged as she got close to orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," Louise whimpered as the feeling reached a boiling point and exploded through her. "OH GOD!"

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as her body shook uncontrollably, and she cried out in ecstasy as she came on Emily's face, the force of her orgasm driving her body back against the beautiful brunette.

Finally, it subsided, and Louise collapsed limply onto the desk, spent from her explosive orgasm. Emily stood up and wiped her mouth, smirking down at the older woman.

"Did you like that, Mrs. Banks?" Emily purred, leaning down to kiss Louise's bare shoulder.

"Mmmm, yes. Thank you," Louise mumbled, still in a post-orgasmic daze.

Emily giggled, helping Louise stand up straight. "I got it all on film too. I'll send these to John," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Louise nodded, still too spent to speak.

"And who knows," Emily continued, pulling the older woman close so she could kiss her on the cheek. "Maybe we can all be friends in the end."

"Maybe," Louise muttered, managing to get both her arms under herself so she could push herself up. "Especially when you do stuff like that."

"And I want you to continue dominating John a little bit. Not too much, just enough so that when we have our foursome he won't be shocked when I fuck his face with my tiny little pussy," Emily said, groping Louise's butt while she talked.

"Alright," Louise agreed. She would've anyway.

"Good," Emily said, planting one last kiss on Louise's butt cheek.

"So, uh... lunch break," Louise said, stretching and yawning. "Wanna grab a bite?"

"Sure," Emily said, slinging the gym bag over her shoulder. Louise dressed quickly, putting on her T-shirt again and straightening her ponytail.

It was sort of nice to have relieved some tension built over her class, as the rest of the work day became much more tolerable, but still, there was a certain urgency in Louise to see Tony. While she had had the most intense orgasm just minutes ago, it only made her crave the young stud more. Before all of this, Louise had never been any sort of sex hound, but Tony had awakened something in her and taught her body how it needed to be treated. And Tony, as far as Louise knew until John was back in the saddle, was the only one who could provide that treatment.

So when the school day was over, and there was a knock at the classroom door, Louise was quite eager to greet Tony. But before she could say or do anything, he walked right past her and closed the door. He then put a hand behind her head and pushed her down so she was on her knees.

"Open up, Mrs. Banks," Tony commanded, unzipping his pants and pulling out his already hard cock. Louise obeyed, opening her mouth wide and letting him shove his cock deep inside. "That's a good girl. Now, take it all. I know you want to."

Louise sucked down on his cock, eagerly taking him deeper into her mouth and throat. She loved it when he just marched in and took what he wanted like that. No if and buts about it, just his raw, animalistic lust.

Tony grabbed her by the hair, using it as leverage to forcefully fuck her face, making her gag and choke on his massive cock. Louise moaned around his shaft, loving the feeling of being used like this. There was oddly enough something empowering about being degraded like that. There was a thrill about knowing that all of this was at her choosing and with her own volition. But it wasn't, not really, as it wasn't her desire anymore, but Tony's, and that gave her even more satisfaction.

"Such a good slut," Tony growled as he pumped into her throat, not caring if she could breathe. She didn't need air anyway. All she needed was his cock. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"

Louise whimpered in response as Tony used her mouth. The room was filled with the sound of his groaning and her slobbering and gulping. He complimented her efforts at the tracks and it too served to enhance her own arousal. His approval was intoxicating. Louise sucked him with renewed vigor, determined to show him just how much she could handle.

Louise could already taste him in the back of her mouth and felt him swelling against her tongue. She knew he was close, and she braced herself for the inevitable eruption.

But instead of cumming in her mouth, Tony yanked out, squeezing the base of his cock. "Over the desk, now," he grunted, already moving her over to her workstation. Louise's legs felt shaky, and her breath was labored from the intense cock sucking. She bent over obediently, waiting for Tony to give her what she needed.

A few seconds passed, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

Then, without any warning or preparation, Tony was pushing into her ass. Louise yelped in shock and pleasure, but Tony didn't even stop when he bottomed out inside her. Instead, he just pulled out and rammed into her again, even harder this time, slamming into her butt and forcing her forward. Louise could barely process what was happening as Tony started to fuck her. It was rough and primal, and all Louise could do was hold on for dear life.

"So, who are you?" Tony groaned as his dick slid in and out of her anus with reckless abandon.

"Tony's slut," Louise moaned breathlessly.

"Say my name," Tony growled.

"Tony," Louise whined.

"That's right," he grunted, still pumping away, harder and faster by the minute. Louise could feel him stretching her, filling her completely. It was exquisite. "And what do you want me to do to you?"

"Anything," Louise cried, barely able to keep her balance.

"That's right," Tony said again, spanking her ass hard. "John can't treat you like I do, can he?"

"Nobody can," Louise said, then winced as Tony again brought his palm down on her rear end. "I'm your dirty little whore, Tony," she squealed as he drove into her deeper.

"That's fucking right," he roared, fucking her savagely. Louise felt him pull her hair, making her back arch, and then his hand grabbed her around the neck, squeezing her throat. It was like every part of her was a handle for him to use, and it was maddening. Her body quivered as she was completely in his control, unable to even move a muscle.

"I've broken you, haven't I?" Tony grunted as his breath grew more labored.

"Yesss! I'm your slut! I love your cock so much," Louise whimpered. Tony's breath then hitched and she could feel his teeth on her shoulder, sinking into her flesh.

"Fucking take it," Tony snarled as his grip around her neck tightened. Louise was close to the point of losing consciousness, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was him inside her. The feeling of complete and total submission, and the sheer physicality of it. The way his powerful muscles tensed against her as he thrusted, his breath ragged and hot on her skin, the sounds he made. It was like her body and mind belonged to him, and it was wonderful. "Here it cums..."

She felt the warmth of his seed spurting inside her as he held her in place, moaning with each load pumped inside her ass. Tony pumped in a few more times, just to make sure, and then, suddenly, pulled out and smacked his dick across her ass cheeks, sending droplets of cum splashing.

"That hit the spot," Tony grunted, running his hand gently over her ass. "How are you feeling?"

"Fucked," Louise replied, chuckling and sliding down into a sitting position. "In every sense of the word."

"Yeah, it looks like that," Tony said. "And I want you to keep dressing sexy. I mean, today was quite the show, but we both know that some yoga shorts and a loose tank top would be even better."

Louise stood up from her desk, much like she had done with Emily, and hiked her pants up in place. She didn't have any response. What was the point? She'd cave anyway. Looking at Tony sitting against a desk as he slowly jerked his slick cock, she was reminded of how truly fucked up her weekend had been. And everything else as well. And all just because of that big, juicy cock.

"So, what now?" Tony asked, looking at her intently.

"About the weekend," Louise said, closing her eyes to avert her gaze from his big glistening meat so as not to be distracted. "And what happened... I guess even today"

"What about it?" Tony grunted.

"I can't do this," Louise said, shaking her head. "It was too much. I... I don't know if I can ever forgive myself."

"Forgive yourself? For what?" Tony asked.

"For letting you do all those things to me," Louise said quietly. "I feel so dirty and used. And I don't know if I can ever look at my husband again without feeling guilty."

Tony nodded. "So, what are you saying? You want me to stop? Is that what you want?" he asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

Louise looked down at the floor, unsure what to say. She didn't want to stop, but she didn't know if she could keep going either.

"It's your call, Mrs. Banks," Tony said, standing up slowly, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. "If you want to stop, then we'll stop. But if you want to keep going, then we'll keep going. And we both know that John loves all of this, so no qualms there."

Louise stared at Tony's cock as he approached her, her mind racing. She wanted to keep going, but she knew it was wrong. She was married, and she shouldn't be letting Tony do these nasty things to her. And then there was the issue of how many times and how much and how recklessly Tony was finishing inside of her completely unprotected...

"I don't know," Louise said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I feel so conflicted. Part of me wants to keep going, but part of me wants to stop. And all the unprotected sex... It can't keep happening. It will only take a miracle to get away with it, but what if I get pregnant? What if I already am? I haven't had sex with John in over a month... it would be a disaster if it wasn't his..."

Tony nodded again, a slight smirk on his lips. "Well, you're not pregnant yet, are you? And even if you were, John wouldn't mind," he said, his tone confident and calm. "I bet we could convince that dude to get a vasectomy and then raise my child as yours and his."

"I don't think it would work like that," Louise said, shaking her head. "And besides, I'm not sure I would want that. If I got pregnant with your baby... I can't even wrap my head around it. And John has been adamant about you not finishing inside of me, so if I'm pregnant, and it most definitely will be yours, then I'm fucked to put it bluntly."

Tony nodded thoughtfully. "Fair enough. So, what do you want to do?" he asked, surprising Louise. Tony had previously been reasonable when she least expected it and now was no different. But she was thankful for it.

"I don't know," Louise said, looking down at the floor again.

"Look, Mrs. Banks," Tony began, reaching out to grab her by the hips. "I'm not gonna force you to do anything, and I'm not gonna pressure you into anything either. If you want to stop, then we'll stop. But if you want to keep going, then we'll keep going. And John will understand, no matter what you decide. He loves you and wants you to be happy, so he'll go along with whatever you want. I know I can be quite the force to be reckoned with, but believe it or not, and you will rarely ever hear me say this again, but I care about you guyses well-being. Even on a pragmatic level, this is so fucking hot because I'm railing John's wife, a smoking hot blonde who has no business getting up to such naughty endeavors, and I'm certainly not here to ruin that whole thing."

"I- I'm surprised to hear you say that," Louise admitted.

"Don't get me wrong, I love having you as my little whore," Tony continued, pulling her close, his hands sliding up her sides and cupping her breasts. "But I also know that this can only go on as long as you want it to, and I respect that."

"Really?" Louise asked, unable to hide the surprise in her voice.

"Yeah, really," Tony said, grinning down at her. "And I gotta say, it's pretty hot that you're actually conflicted about all of this. It makes me want to fuck you even more."

Louise giggled. "You're such an ass," she said, playfully swatting at him.

"I know," Tony replied, squeezing her breasts. "Now, tell me what you want me to do."

"I... I want you to keep going," Louise said, looking up at him, a hint of trepidation in her eyes. "But how do I even tell John any of this? What if the damage is already done?"

"We don't. You haven't told him yet that I've finished inside of you, right?" Tony asked. Louise nodded. "Keep it that way. Then we'll see what happens, cross our fingers, and remain careful from here on out. If anything, I can get a fertility test. I mean, this big ol' thing," Tony grabbed his large belly. "Doesn't exactly scream healthy swimmers. The sperm are probably just running away in fear, I can hardly blame them."

"That's not very reassuring," Louise said, trying to hide a smile.

"I know, I know, but I'm sure you'll be fine," Tony said, patting her on the ass. "In the meantime, throw the book at him. Show him what's what and blow his mind. Let him know you're fucking minx and how you want it done."

"I've been meaning to," Louise muttered.

"Awesome. Now, how about I give you a pearl necklace to take home to show John? That should cheer him up."

"You're such a gentleman," Louise said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"I know," Tony said with a grin. He then grabbed Louise's ponytail and yanked her down into a kneeling position. "See? You love getting used like this."

Louise opened her mouth to retort, but Tony shoved his cock into her mouth before she could say anything. She gagged slightly, but recovered quickly, swirling her tongue around his shaft and sucking hard. She loved the feeling of him in her mouth, his hard cock pressed up against her tongue. It made her feel so dirty and naughty and she couldn't get enough of it. Tony moaned as he thrusted into her mouth and Louise found herself unable to resist. She was already soaking wet again, and she knew that Tony was going to make good on his offer. The thought excited and worried her at the same time.

After a few minutes of vigorous sucking and slurping, Tony let out a loud moan, his cock swelling in Louise's mouth right before the first wave of his seed burst forth into her throat. Louise drank him eagerly, swallowing his first rope before he managed to pull out of her mouth and aim the rest of his load onto her breasts. The only problem was, she still had her shirt on, so the shirt and the sports bra underneath were stained thoroughly. Tony didn't seem to care, though. He was moaning and grunting and breathing heavily as he splattered the fabric of her clothing.

"Fuck, that feels good," he said as he rubbed his tip around her collarbones for good measure, before finally pulling back and admiring his handiwork. Louise was on her knees, her face covered in thick ropes of his cum, while her red T-shirt had a dark, wet spot from the navel to the neckline.

"Do you always have to cum so much?" Louise muttered, holding out the shirt to inspect the damage. It was still warm and sticky and clung to her skin. As she let go of the shirt and the fabric collided with her skin, she felt some of it run down her chest, between her breasts, and towards her belly button. It felt so gross, but also so fucking hot

"It's a gift," Tony chuckled. "And you love it."

"Maybe I do," Louise admitted with a sigh. "I'm gonna need a shower before I can go home."

"No, you're gonna go home like this and show John what a naughty girl you've been," Tony said with a grin. "And then you're gonna tell him how I filled your mouth, throat, tits, and ass with my cum, and he's gonna love it."

Louise blushed but nodded obediently. She knew that Tony was right. John would love it, and the thought of showing him her dirty T-shirt made her feel even more tingly inside. Even the embarrassing walk to her car, covered in drying cum, was exciting to her. She had done something similar before, but not to such an extent.

"Good girl," Tony said, patting her on the head like a puppy. "Now, I'm gonna head out with some friends. See you later?"

"Sure," Louise said. "Oh, by the way, John and I have a date night on Thursday, so I'm busy then."

"No problem," Tony said with a shrug. "See you around. And remember to not fuck John until the weekend! And to show that body of yours off more."

And just like that, he left. Louise sat there for a moment, wondering how on earth she had ended up like this. But the feeling of the sticky cum on her skin, and the smell of Tony's musk lingering in the air made it hard to feel guilty about what had happened. Instead, she just felt horny and excited.

*

The lack of videos from the camping trip didn't upset me nearly in the same way that it should have. I knew that meant that she had selfishly cheated on me, but that wasn't what bothered me. It was all fun and games in my mind, but I simply felt left out of it. I wanted to be there. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see Tony fucking my wife's brains out, using her as he pleased, using her for his own satisfaction. I wanted to see Louise become addicted to him, becoming so submissive and obedient towards him. I wanted to see it all. The fact that I wouldn't was frustrating and upsetting.

I knew from the way Louise had acted that something truly depraved had gone down, but I was desperate to learn what that was. Tony could be quite the dominant force, so I wondered what sort of depravity he had subdued my wife into doing. And what Louise had been willingly caving to, just due to her bull's massive cock. Would I be able to coax any sort of depraved out of her? I didn't think so. Apart from talking her into cuckolding me.

It was Monday, and I was stuck in traffic on my way home from work. My wife was still at school, being used by Tony, and I hated that I wasn't there to see it. Would she even be able to film it this time around? Or would she simply forget, swept up in the moment? Would she be too busy sucking Tony's cock or taking him in her ass to remember to film anything?

I was hard thinking about it.

Just the thought of my own wife pleasured and giving pleasure at the behest of another man, a punk 19-year-old at that, made my blood boil. That bastard probably had a grin plastered on his face, as he did when he saw me last time, knowing full well he was fucking my wife at that very moment. He knew I couldn't do anything about it, that he owned her, that she was his to fuck, his slut. I felt jealous beyond belief. But that jealousy fuelled my arousal.

Louise had at least promised we'd spend time together this week, with a dinner date coming up on Thursday, despite not being able to have sex, so there was at least that, even if she did start the week by having risky anal sex with Tony in her classroom.

But when I got home and Louise wasn't there, much as expected, I grew anxious. Was this how we'd be now? I hoped so. The anticipation was unreal and torturous. I knew everything about this was wrong and that made it good somehow, and getting to see Louise having great sex just made it better. Though, I didn't get to see it. I just had a vague understanding that it was happening, even possibly right now.

And I somehow wanted Louise to go even further. I wasn't sure what that meant yet, but I wanted it to include me. I was pretty adamant about that. After this week, which was sort of a compromise in my weird brain, to let them decide on this week, I would put my foot down that I had to be included more. Sure, perhaps I wouldn't be able to be in on the fun every single time, I can be reasonable as Louise's lover lived so close and with such availability(part of the fun in this), but so far I had barely seen them do anything.

I guess that was part of the risk and allure, for my wife to lose herself in this, even prioritizing great sex over her marriage, but it was just not enough for me. I didn't want to be completely left out and forgotten about. I wanted Louise to remember that she was also my wife, that this was something we could, no, should explore together.

So when I stood alone in the hallway of our home, I felt a smidge of regret. I regretted not putting up more of a fight when it came to denying me sex this week, and perhaps even some regret in indulging in all of this in the first place. I knew it was unreasonable as it was both too late, but also my deepest, darkest fantasy that Louise had fulfilled. But now that I had tasted it, I wanted more.

I let the painful emotions wash over me for a minute, relishing in the discomfort, before I went upstairs to shower. I was a mess, mentally and physically. I felt like I hadn't showered in days, even if it was just last night. And the fact that I was feeling so emotional made it even worse. I had been looking forward to seeing Louise again all day, and now that she wasn't here, I felt lost.

Tony's control of our sex life had changed everything. It was exciting in a way that I had never experienced before, but it also scared me. What if Louise became addicted to Tony and his cock? What if she no longer wanted me? What if she decided that I wasn't good enough?

The questions were endless, but the answer to all of them was the same: I had no idea. All I could do was wait and see what happened.

Fortunately, there was a small voice in the back of my mind that told me the cold hard facts; Louise loved me and this was just fun and games. These superficial emotions I felt were just there to fuel my cuckold anxiety. It was part of the process. Part of the fun. So I embraced them and let them consume me. I gave into my inner turmoil and allowed myself to wallow in self-pity and despair. It felt good to just let go and feel the pain.

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. It felt good to finally get clean. The heat of the water and the steam around me helped to clear my mind. I stood there for a long time, just enjoying the feeling of the water on my body. The stress and tension from the day slowly melted away and I began to feel relaxed.

It was only Monday, and I already felt drained. The week ahead seemed like an eternity. I wondered how I would make it through without going crazy. I knew that Louise would at least be able to blow off steam with Tony, but I could hardly wait for the week to be over. I mean, I wasn't sure if it mattered to me that there was a foursome at the end of this, I just knew by the weekend that I'd be a mess. At least we were allowed to do other stuff.

Huh. Allowed. Such a funny word. To think that the dynamic had shifted enough for something that should be a privilege to me alone to be an allowance from someone else. Someone much younger, a student, the local dick slinger. I knew how odd and backward that all sounded, and that everyone could claim my wife if they had the confidence of a Tony, but this is all what I wanted.

Though within reason. If we, or they, were too reckless, Louise's career and reputation would be in jeopardy. It was probably even criminal for a student, even of age, to have any relationship like this with their teacher. While the risk was part of the thrill, I guess, it was also incredibly dangerous. Perhaps we should count ourselves lucky that nothing had happened yet.

But I had agreed to this. No, this was what I wanted. I just couldn't help but feel like we were losing control, losing sight, that this affair with Tony was spiraling into something that was beyond what my fantasy had started out as.

Perhaps that was selfish of me to think like that. What I wanted. My fantasy. Louise had caved her own moral compass to satisfy my depraved needs, and now I was afraid it had gotten out of hand? We knew this was a possibility, perhaps even the goal. So what if Louise enjoyed it so much? What, would I think it was better if she hated it? No, that wasn't it. But I did wish I could be part of it. That was perhaps the beginning and the end of why I was such a mess.

So when Louise finally came home, after half an hour of waiting, I was sitting in front of the TV, just staring into space, thinking about her and Tony.

"Hey there," she greeted me with a sweet smile, standing in front of the TV. My eyes were immediately drawn to her large breasts and the large crusty stains across the shirt that hid them. It was clearly semen, and it certainly looked like there was plenty of it. "I'm dirty."

"I can see that," I said. Then my nose caught a whiff of the incredibly vile musk that stung so bad I swear my eyes watered. It was definitely Tony's. And his scent was all over her. "Jesus, Louise, you smell like you've been rolling in his cum!"

"I sort of have," Louise said with a giggle, then ran a hand along one of the larger spots on her T-shirt. "This is his semen, and it's all over me. All dried up."

"Wow," I said, getting up to sniff at her closer. "That's a lot."

"I know. And that's just from a single load," Louise said with a smirk. "Do you feel more included now? Now that I'm presenting you with my dirty titties? Does that turn you on?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her crude words, as I did feel incredibly turned on by her demeanor and display. "You're something else, Louise," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Yeah?" Louise asked, putting her hands behind her head to lift her breasts up. "You like seeing me covered in Tony's cum?"

"Yes," I admitted, nodding eagerly. I loved it. I loved how filthy it was, and I loved how Louise was embracing it. This was more like how I hoped our hotwife endeavor would go.

"Do you want to taste it?" Louise asked a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do you want to taste Tony's cum?"

"Erh, do I have to?" I asked, wrinkling my nose at the thought of tasting another man's semen.

"You don't have to," Louise said, shrugging. "But it would turn me on if you did."

"Really?" I asked, surprised by her admission.

"Yes," Louise said, nodding eagerly. "It would make me so wet to see you taste his cum. It would mean that you also submit to him, in a way."

I paused, considering her words. The thought wasn't appealing to me, but I wanted to do it for her. If it would make her happy, then it was worth it. I took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. "Alright, I'll do it," I said, steeling myself for the unpleasant taste.

Louise's eyes lit up, and she grinned widely. She was obviously excited by the prospect, and I felt a rush of arousal at the thought of turning her on.

I reached out and ran my fingers through the dried cum on her shirt. It was pretty crusty so it would be more inhaling the scent than actually getting any of it in my mouth. Louise placed her hands on my shoulders and gently guided me to her. I could feel her body pressing against mine, and my cock growing harder in my pants. It was the strangest thing, to be turned on by the feeling and scent of another man's cum, but here I was, as erect and nauseated as ever.

"That's it," Louise cooed as I pressed my face into her shirt. The scent was vile yet intoxicating, and I felt a wave of lust wash over me. I ran my tongue over the crusty fabric, the taste making me gag a little bit. But I pushed through the nausea and continued to inhale the pungent aroma of Tony's semen.

"How can you even stand this?" I asked. "It smells horrible. I can't even imagine how you even take his loads in your mouth."

"A lot of practice. Tony has broken me quite thoroughly. The rewards are far greater than the sacrifice," Louise giggled, bringing my head down to sniff her under the armpit.

"What are the rewards?" I asked.

"The best orgasms of my life, for one," Louise said with a sigh. "Also, the sense of utter submission is exhilarating and liberating."

"And you enjoy being humiliated and degraded?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around the concept.

"I do," Louise said, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Being degraded and humiliated like a filthy slut, while worshipping an alpha stud. The degradation becomes something enjoyable as long as you're well-trained."

"Are you well-trained, then?"

"Can't you tell?" Louise teased, sending shivers down my spine. "If you kiss me, you'll probably taste his dick on my breath," Louise added quite huskily. I nodded, swallowing hard.

I closed my eyes and leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. Yes. I could taste him on her tongue, and it was very unpleasant. But it was worth it to see the look on her face. Her cheeks flushed red, and her breath quickened. There was a wild lust in her eyes that I had never seen before. She was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation, and it was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

I pushed her onto the couch, kissing and licking her neck. I could feel the excitement building between us as our bodies pressed together, the scent of Tony's cum all over her clothes and skin driving us both wild. Her fingers dug into my back as I grinded into her, and she moaned softly into my ear. She was so wet, so ready for me. My hands roamed over her body, exploring her every curve and crevice.

The way she reacted to my touches and kisses made me realize just how much I had missed her. And I realized that she had missed me too. We had been separated for far too long. I kissed her deeply as she rolled me over and positioned herself on top. Her hair was disheveled and wild, her eyes blazing with desire. Her lips were moist and full, and her breathing was heavy. The need for each other was palpable. I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and quickly tugged it up and over her head, freeing her big breasts. They were covered in a white flaky crust, and it was all over her arms and chest too. I knew that it was Tony's dried semen, and I couldn't help but stare at them. They were perfect, and it drove me wild to see her covered in Tony's spunk like that.

"Do you like what you see?" Louise asked in a sultry voice, bringing a finger to her breastbone and following the line of cum towards a stiff, erect nipple.

"God, yeah," I breathed, barely able to take my eyes off her body.

"Good," she replied, running her hands up her thighs before pulling her panties off. As they slipped down, revealing her wet pussy, I could barely contain myself. She was so turned on, and it was all because of being covered in Tony's semen. His scent, his essence, it had driven her to the brink of madness. She straddled me, and I felt the heat of her body on mine, her skin burning with passion and desire.

"Don't fuck me," Louise muttered in my ear as she positioned herself above my cock.

"Why not?" I moaned, confused and aching to get inside her.

"Because it's not allowed," Louise purred. "I'm saving myself for Tony this week, remember?"

"But that's bullshit! He can't decide when I get to fuck my own wife! It has been so long!" I protested, frustrated at not being able to have my way.

"Shhhh," Louise said, placing a finger on my lips. "It doesn't matter. I want to fuck you right now, and I will if you ask me it. But I think we both know you should hold out a bit longer."

"You're such a tease," I grumbled, reluctantly obeying.

"I know," Louise said with a grin, grinding her wet pussy against my shaft. I could feel her arousal soaking my skin, and it took every ounce of willpower not to just plunge into her depths. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, and her hands roaming over my body. Her fingers found their way to my nipples, and she teased them with her fingernails. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but moan into her mouth as she continued to grind her wetness against me. "Are you enjoying this?" Louise asked breathlessly as she broke the kiss.

"Yes," I groaned as she ran her nails down my chest and stomach, leaving little red marks on my skin.

"Good," she said, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. She leaned down and kissed me again, her tongue probing deeper into my mouth. Her hips moved with a slow rhythm, grinding against me as she teased my cock with her wetness. I was getting close, and I knew she was too. I could feel her body trembling with anticipation, and her breathing was ragged and shallow.

She increased the pace of her grinding, and I could feel myself about to explode. "I'm gonna cum," I groaned, breaking the kiss.

"Not yet," Louise said, grabbing my cock and squeezing the base hard. I winced at the sudden pain, but it was enough to stop me from climaxing. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so."

"What? That's not fair," I protested, even though I loved the way she dominated me.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you to," Louise repeated in a stern voice.

"But I need to!" I whimpered, bucking my hips in an attempt to escape her tight grip.

"No, you don't," Louise said, smirking down at me. "I'm not done with you yet."

She released my cock and leaned down to kiss me again, her lips soft and demanding. Her tongue slid into my mouth, swirling around mine. She kissed me hungrily, her hands roaming my body. I moaned into her mouth, enjoying the way she was taking control. She was like a wild animal, devouring me with her lust. Her pussy was hot and wet on my skin, and her fingers danced across my nipples, teasing and pinching them.

"Louise, please," I begged, unable to hold back anymore. She broke the kiss and looked down at me, her eyes blazing with desire.

"Do you want to cum?" She whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "Want to cum from getting rubbed on, while Tony gets to do whatever he wants? Fuck my ass, hose me down, spank me, demean and punish me?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Then ask me for permission," Louise purred.

"Please, can I cum?" I asked, my voice trembling with need.

"Yes," she said, moving her hips faster, grinding her wetness against me. "Cum for me."

I groaned as I felt myself tip over the edge. The feeling of her hot pussy against my cock, her nasty scent in the air, it was all too much. I cried out as I came hard, spurting my seed all over us both. My body convulsed as she continued to grind against me, drawing out every last drop of cum. She smiled down at me, a satisfied look on her face.

"That's better," she said, kissing my cheek before standing up.

"That was amazing," I said, still reeling from the intense orgasm.

"I know," Louise said, grinning down at me. "Good boy," she added with a giggle. "This is quite fun. Tossing you around. Maybe that's why Tony does it to me all the time?"

"Maybe," I agreed, feeling a little stupid for just lying there, covered in my own spunk, but the way Louise took charge was incredible. "That foursome can't come fast enough."

"Agreed," Louise said, giving me a spin so I could admire everything about her.

"Is it this Saturday?" I asked, checking my watch as if it was five minutes from now.

"Oh yeah. It feels like an eternity, doesn't it? Now, I need a shower. I might let you eat my ass if you're a good boy and soap me up good," Louise purred.

*

So with such a great start to the week, you better believe I was in great spirits come Tuesday. Louise proved to be quite the minx as she laid it on all the table for me. From playfully belittling me, from giving me a footjob when I wasn't worthy of her hands. And while we didn't have straight-up intercourse, her hands still came into play more than once, as well as her ass cheeks and her breasts. It was like a sexual awakening. I wasn't sure if it was guilt or if it was due to a heightened sexual appetite, or perhaps a mixture of both, but either way, I was happy.

I sort of even forgot about Tony by the middle of the week, as Louise hadn't even mentioned or hooked up with him all Tuesday. Waking up Wednesday, all I could think of was those delicious butt cheeks sliding up and down with my cock wedged between them, Louise giving me a buttjob to start the day. And as she kissed me goodbye before heading to school, I was filled with anticipation for whatever she'd have for me tonight.

However, I was harshly reminded of just what sort of lifestyle we were living when I parked in our driveway that evening and read Louise's text.

'rough day at work. im at Tonys,' she wrote, no doubt blowing off steam as I knew being a PE teacher could be quite frustrating.

And yes, I did sneak over to listen in on them. I sort of suspected that they knew that would happen as they had left Tony's window open. So, once again, I heard the unmistakable sounds of vigorous, energetic sex and flesh slapping flesh. Louise was clearly enjoying herself, which made me both annoyed and envious, but in the end, I was quite satisfied with her decision to go to Tony's house. Unfortunately, and classically, I snapped a twig which prompted Louise to roll out of bed, come over to the window looking at me with a devious grin, and shut the windows and then the blinds.

I stayed there for a moment longer, hearing muffled noises from behind the closed windows, feeling frustrated and envious and pathetic, listening to their obscene moans, giggles, and cries. Even through walls and windows, I could still make out the difference between those two voices, and the difference of how Louise sounded with Tony versus with me. It was obvious. She was enjoying herself much more. It wasn't that she hated the sex with me, or anything, but she obviously was more stimulated and entertained by Tony.

It didn't feel fair, as Tony was simply gifted and talented in ways I wasn't. I couldn't blame her, I guess. And luckily, or deliberately, I was able to peek through a small gap in the blinds, only to see Tony's clenching ass and a set of delicate small feet dangling up and down on either side of his sweaty form.

Even more painful was it when Louise came home an hour later, not wanting to partake in anything with me.

"I'm spent for tonight," she said. "Sorry."

"That's alright," I mumbled, trying to hide my disappointment.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Then we can cuddle if you want?" she suggested.

"Sounds good," I said, hoping to at least get something out of this.

I didn't. After a few minutes of cuddling, Louise wiggled her butt against my dying, aching erection and promptly fell asleep. Fuck me, the blue balls I had was unbelievable. This was worse than torture.

Thursday arrived, and the anticipation was killing me. I had some sort of hope that Louise would give me another fantastic wake-up, that that could become a routine, but alas. She wanted me to save it for later tonight, making damn sure I knew that we weren't having sex, but that I'd at least be allowed to cum.

"When do you need me for the date?" Louise asked. "Tony hoped to slide one in between school and our date if you don't mind."

I did mind as I wanted to have her for myself, but I also wanted Louise to prioritize Tony over me. So, I relented.

"Well, we're meeting at 18:30, so if you can get here by 17:30, that should be fine," I said, trying not to sound too grumpy.

"So Tony can have me for almost two hours? Nice!" Louise said with a chuckle, quite happy with that. "I'll have plenty of time to get thoroughly fucked before our date then."

"I guess," I muttered, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Hey, cheer up," Louise said, patting my shoulder. "You'll have me for most of the night. Tony just wants to use me as a fuck toy first, is all."

"That's not exactly comforting," I said.

"I know, but you're gonna enjoy it when I walk in here all sloppy and satisfied," Louise said with a wink. "Also, Tony does whatever he wants to me, so there's no point in arguing about it."

I sighed, knowing that she was right. There was no point in arguing with Tony. He had by now asserted himself quite well into our lives, and we both knew it. And we both loved it.

"Well, I gotta go," Louise said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "See you tonight."

I watched as she walked away, her hips swaying from side to side as she left. I knew that there was no turning back now. She was in his grip, and there was nothing I could do about it. I also knew that there was no way Tony would ever let her go, and the thought scared me, but it also excited me.

There wasn't much to do at work, so I mainly just waited. Waited for the clock to strike five, and the seconds passed like minutes. I was growing increasingly impatient, and I could tell that Louise was too. She had been texting me throughout the day, trying to tempt and arouse me. Around 3 PM, however, it had stopped completely, and I hadn't received any messages since.

The anticipation and frustration made me crazy, and I couldn't concentrate on anything. The thought of Louise being fucked senseless was just so overwhelming and I was consumed with it. The clock was ticking and there was nothing I could do about it. My mind started to wander to thoughts of Tony, his smug smirk, and his big cock buried inside my wife. He was ruining us, in the best way possible. His smugness, his arrogance, his selfishness... It was infuriating, but it was also so damn intoxicating. I had never felt more alive than at that moment.

When 5 PM finally came, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I got home and immediately went about preparing myself. I called to make sure the reservation was still there, showered and shaved, put on my best clothes, and checked myself in the mirror a few times. I was buzzing with energy and excitement, and I couldn't wait to see her again, even though I knew that she probably would look well fucked. And smell well-fucked as well.

Maybe I should jerk off to relieve some of all this tension?

At 17:15, Louise texted that she would be done in fifteen minutes and that she'd head over and get ready for the date. Good, the drive to the restaurant wasn't too far so she'd have about forty-five minutes to get ready. I knew that was less than she usually needed, but Louise knew how to work her magic when pushed.

At 17:40, my phone beeped again. Louise said she would be running a few minutes late, and nothing else. So, I decided to pace around and wait. She usually was quick enough getting dressed and ready, so I figured that it wouldn't matter all that much.

At 18:05, when Louise hadn't returned home, I began to worry. She hadn't texted me back either, and my mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that something had happened. I tried calling her, but it went straight to voicemail. Maybe I should head over to Tony's? I looked out the window and saw that once again his parents were out of town, their car nowhere to be seen.

I walked out of the house and towards Tony's, hoping to hear something from the driveway. As I approached his house, I could hear muffled moans coming from the backyard. It was quite warm outside, but for God's sake, what if some of the neighbors saw them? Everyone would know that Louise was cheating on me... though I guess that was part of the allure, the humiliation of it all.

As I snuck up towards the fence, I could clearly make out the sound of flesh slapping together and Louise moaning loudly. I peered through the slats and saw her lying on her back on a wooden table in Tony's yard, her legs spread wide, with Tony standing between them, pounding into her with long, powerful thrusts.

Louise looked utterly spent, her skin glistening with sweat, and her hair matted to her face. Her eyes were half closed, and her mouth hung open as she moaned in time with Tony's thrusts. He was fucking her like a jackhammer, his body tense and his muscles flexing with each motion. He was obviously enjoying himself, his smug grin plastered across his face.

I watched in awe as he continued to pound into my wife, his cock glistening with her juices. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air, and I couldn't help but be aroused by it. Louise looked so utterly spent and fucked-out, but she was still enjoying herself, and Tony looked like he was in heaven. The way he dominated her, the way he used her body for his own pleasure, it was almost too much for me to handle.

"You love this, don't you?" Tony grunted, his hands grabbing at Louise's hips, pulling her onto his cock.

"Yesssss," Louise moaned, her body shuddering as Tony pounded into her. "Fuck me harder."

"Such a dirty slut," Tony said, reaching up to grab her breasts. "I'm gonna fill your ass up so good."

"Please," Louise begged, her eyes rolling back into her head as Tony fucked her harder and deeper. The sight was mesmerizing, and I found myself unable to look away. It was so wrong and yet so right. Louise looked so utterly used, and I loved it. I loved seeing her being dominated and degraded like that.

Tony grunted as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more erratic. He was obviously getting close, and I knew that Louise was too. She was moaning and whimpering, her body trembling with need. They were both so close, and it was so fucking hot.

"Here it cums!" Tony cried out, his voice strained and his breath ragged. "I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum!"

"Wait!" Louise grunted, managing to roll off the table. "On my face, I want to feel that warm cum on my face!"

"Anything for you," Tony growled, pumping his cock a few times before aiming it at Louise's face. A few thick ropes of cum landed across her cheeks, nose, and lips. Louise opened her mouth eagerly, catching a few drops of his seed and swallowing it down greedily. It was such an erotic sight, watching Tony unloading his massive load onto my wife's face. And I knew that she loved it too.

When Tony was done, he let out a satisfied sigh, running his hands through Louise's hair. Then he ran his cock through her hair too, which got an annoyed grunt from Louise.

"That was amazing," Tony said, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're such a slut, Louise."

"I know," Louise replied, grinning up at him. "And you love it."

Tony chuckled, helping Louise up onto wobbly legs. She staggered over to a chair and plopped down onto it. She was clearly exhausted and spent, but she was still smiling and giggling. She looked like she had just been through a war, but she seemed so happy and satisfied.

I couldn't believe how much I loved watching them, but I did. Seeing Louise get thoroughly fucked by another man was such an intense turn-on for me, and I couldn't get enough of it. The way she moaned and writhed in pleasure, the way Tony dominated her body, it was all so damn hot.

"That was good," Louise said, catching her breath. "Thanks, Tony."

"Need another shower?" Tony suggested.

"Yeah, I think so," Louise said with a sigh. "I'm pretty sticky and sweaty."

"Do you need help getting there?" Tony asked, grinning mischievously.

"I sure do," Louise smiled weakly. There was no sense of urgency about her, no mention of the date even though it was fifteen minutes until we were supposed to meet. I wanted to be mad at them both for ruining our date, but I was just so damn aroused and impressed.

Tony walked over to Louise, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up with ease. She let out a surprised yelp, wrapping her arms around his neck. He carried her bridal style towards the house, smacking her ass playfully along the way.

I watched as they disappeared into the house, my mind racing with all kinds of dirty thoughts. I was still hard, my cock aching for release. I quickly undid my fly, and before I knew it, I had sprayed my load all over the fence. Luckily the backyard was facing a patch of woods and it was sort of dark, or else I'd be in real trouble.

As I stood there, catching my breath, I realized that this was going to be the new normal. I would have to watch Tony use my wife for his pleasure, and I would have to be ok with it. I would have to accept that he was going to dominate her, that he was going to take charge. And I would have to be ok with that. I would have to be ok with him being the center of her world.

But I was ok with that. It made me feel like a failure as a man, but it also made me feel like a winner. I was the man who gave his wife to another man, and he was the man who took her. And I got to see it happen, to see my wife satisfied beyond what any of us thought possible.

And that was a win in my book.

*

The date night, or whatever it was called now, was canceled. I called the restaurant to let them know, fifteen minutes after I had caught Louise mid-coitus, and made sure they didn't hold our table unnecessarily. It wasn't a great feeling playing second fiddle, but I had drained myself countless times to the mere emotions I felt from seeing Louise first-hand totally forgetting about our date, so at least I had some sort of closure.

And when Louise did come home, she at least had the decency to look guilty and apologize to me.

She was quite upset, so I assured her everything was relatively fine. Sure, I was disappointed and jealous, but I was also turned on and excited. It was a strange feeling, being both mad and horny at the same time.

"There's always tomorrow," I said. "I mean, I can cook us something? Then I don't have to bother the restaurant and whatnot."

"Sure. Of course. I think Tony wanted the foursome on Saturday anyway. I can let him know I'm busy tomorrow," Louise said, still looking quite apologetic. "I really, really want to make this up to you, I feel like utter shit for totally forgetting about our plans."

"That works for me," I said, smiling reassuringly. "I can't wait for a quiet night in with my wife."

Louise smiled back at me. She was so beautiful, even when she looked like she had been fucked senseless. Her hair was matted and her skin was still flushed pink. But her smile made my heart swell with love for her.

We spent the evening cuddling on the couch and watching a movie. Louise's breath made me sort of recoil, but other than that, it was a nice and peaceful evening. A welcome break from the intensity of the week. I knew that the weekend would be even more intense, but for now, I just enjoyed having my wife by my side. A small mid-week mental vacation before all hell broke loose. Mostly I was excited that this damn celibacy would be over, and I could finally have some fun with Louise.

Friday morning went smoothly. I was a bit annoyed that Louise had forgotten about our date night still, but I knew that she was also exhausted from being Tony's fuck toy for most of the week. And when I got home, I was actually surprised to see that Louise was there. She was flicking through a magazine like Louise always did, as if she wasn't in a full-blown affair with our neighbor.

"Hey babe," she greeted me with a smile. "How was work?"

"It was good," I said, trying to hide my annoyance. "How was your day?"

"It was good too," Louise said, getting up to kiss me. "I'm glad we're spending time together tonight. I've missed you."

"So you're sure you'll be able to abstain from Tony all night?" I asked.

"Absolutely. Today is all about you," Louise smiled. "And while I might not be completely yours anymore, I do love you and want to see you happy."

I chuckled, shaking my head at her. "You're something else, you know that?"

"I know," she replied, grinning mischievously. "And you love it."

"I'm gonna go get dinner started," I said, rolling up my sleeves.

"You gonna wear an apron?" Louise asked, shoving at me playfully.

"... yes?" I said, unsure what she meant.

"I mean, are you only going to wear an apron?" Louise said, biting her lip.

"Heh, that's not very sanitary," I teased. Louise smiled and floated toward the doorway.

"I'll get ready. And I mean get ready for real," Louise said, disappearing upstairs. As I hadn't noticed any massive 19-year-olds sneaking into my home, I knew she would indeed. And when she reappeared twenty minutes later, she was wearing a simple, but elegant dress, with a light touch-up of her makeup. A bit of mascara and lipstick, just enough to make me know she put in the effort to look good for me.

"Looking good," I said, admiring her curves.

"Thanks," Louise said, grinning at me. She checked her phone, but quickly put it away, blushing slightly. "I'll ignore it," she added when she looked at me.

"Awesome," I smiled. "The meat should be done soon anyway! What about that bottle of red wine we got when we last visited Canada?"

"Oh, we're bringing out the good stuff, are we?" Louise smiled. "Mind if I pour us an appetizer before dinner?"

"I don't mind at all," I said.

Minutes later, we were clinking a toast to ourselves as I was just about done setting the table in our dining room. I hoped this wasn't a rare occasion that I'd be able to spend quality time with Louise. Her forgetting herself last night was quite intense, if I had to be honest. But I guess it was all a bit hit or miss. We'd learn how to live with this, I figured. I had accepted that there was no way back once we made the plunge and I would have to live with that. In fact, while all this was initially my idea, I was just now truly relishing the benefits of a subdued wife. However, tonight was a breather.

"So, how's life as a husband who's cool with your wife having an affair?" Louise asked teasingly.

"It's weird," I admitted. "But in a good way. It's so odd, to be honest, it's like my whole world has been turned upside down. Everything is different now. And last night, well, y'know."

"How do you feel about that?" Louise asked.

"A little nervous, but mostly excited," I said. "I'm worried that you're getting lost in it, if I'm being honest, but, I'm almost scared to say this, but that is part of what creates such a rush for me."

"I think we've moved past worrying that this will hurt us," Louise said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I don't think we're even hurting the marriage or our love for each other. Tony fuck like no one else, but you love like no one else. I guess I've gotten a little bit lost in it, but I try to think of it as a honeymoon period, that it will die down eventually, and it can't go on forever, surely." Louise took a long sip from the wine as I checked the temperature on the meat. "Also, you were right about that celibate thing being bullshit," Louise continued.

"That was the fucking craziest thing. I've been on edge the entire week, even more so than when you were camping with the school," I admitted. "You being around and me not being able to sleep with you makes it so much more insane to me. I'm on shells all the time, and I'm afraid of what I might do when I finally get my hands on you."

"Oh my," Louise giggled. "Sounds like you have some pent-up frustration I'll have to relieve later."

"You bet," I groaned.

"Well, you better know you're getting your fill after we've blasted through this foursome. I kinda want you all to myself, but I also know that this foursome will be quite the ride," Louise said. "Have you been enjoying the pictures Emily and I have sent you?"

"Does the pope shit in the woods?" I replied, trying to sound sarcastic, but I was sure Louise could tell I was being serious.

"I'm glad to hear that," Louise said with a giggle. "It's been quite fun for me too. I've never done much with girls before, but it has been fun. And it being all for you just makes it better."

"Yeah? And what have the two of you been up to?" I asked, eager to know. When it came to Louise's infidelity, I was pretty eager about it all, but Emily was a girl so that sort of made it extra erotic.

"Oh, we've been exploring our teacher-student dynamic," Louise teased, clearly not wanting to give away too much. "I have to admit that it's quite fun to be backed up against a wall by a sexy little brunette, but I'm sure the details of that would bore you to tears."

I couldn't help but laugh at her comment. "I'd kill to watch that," I chuckled.

"Yeah? You'd watch? Like a good little cuck?" Louise smiled over her glass of wine.

"Keep talking like that and you might break my modesty," I warned.

"Oh, come on. We both know you'll abide by the rules, even if I never did. You prefer it when someone else takes care of me and my needs," Louise said, getting closer to me. "I bet you'd love it if Tony fucked me right now, a quick one just before dinner."

"You're right, I would love that," I said with a sigh. "But I think it's best we don't have any distractions tonight."

"If you say so," Louise said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "But I'm warning you, once this foursome is done, I will be a total nympho. I'm gonna need you constantly. I think perhaps getting off the pill, and the great sex, has shot my libido through the roof."

"Mine is already building a new set of roofs on top of the old one," I chuckled.

"So, what will it be then?" Louise asked, really pushing it now.

"No distractions tonight!" I insisted.

"Well, maybe I'll just text him then," Louise said, getting her phone out, really insisting right back at me.

"Louise! For fuck's sake, I've been looking forward to this all week. We have to make some rules and boundaries here!" I said, putting down the meat fork in frustration.

"Alright, alright," Louise said, putting away her phone. "Let's do that then."

"Alright," I said, taking a deep breath. "Let's sit down and talk about it."

Louise sat down and the dinner table, sitting down across from me. She looked a bit annoyed, which made me feel guilty. But I knew that it had to be done. Then again, as I watched the table, I could only imagine Louise getting pumped and stuffed by Tony right there, in front of me...

"Well..." I said. Louise looked at me. "Maybe... Maybe you're right. Maybe Tony should stop by, just a quick one. You know, to break the tension."

Louise smirked. She was obviously enjoying this. "I'll let him know," she said, grabbing her phone before I could stop her. She quickly typed something and sent it off. "Done," she said, putting away her phone. There was a response which Louise checked, and without saying anything, Louise stood up and hiked her dress up to get rid of her thong.

And like just like that, she bent over the table, resting on one elbow, the other arm down between her legs, working her pussy.

"I promise we'll be quick. Maybe you can get the portions ready?" Louise asked.

"Sure," I said, nodding eagerly. My cock was already rock hard and aching for release as I left for the kitchen, but I quickly went to the oven to remove the meat and start plating. My mind was racing with all kinds of dirty thoughts. We couldn't even have a night without Louise getting fucked by Tony?

I heard the back door open, and then the wet and obscene squelching of their passionate meeting. Louise was clearly taking him deep already. Their heavy breathing and moans filled the house. I closed my eyes and listened to the urgent pants and grunts from the two. Not a word was said, except for the odd curse and praise.

I turned the corner and came face to face with Tony fucking my wife bent over the table. Louise was gripping the edge of the table for support, her face was twitching and contorting in pleasure. Tony's fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her on his shaft, grunting with effort and pleasure.

"That was fast," I mumbled, placing the plates on the kitchen counter.

"Hmm, yeah, sorry," Louise groaned as Tony rammed into her, their bodies slapping together. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," I said, unable to take my eyes off them. "This is perfect."

Tony smirked, his smug face looking straight at me. "Do you like watching your wife get fucked by another man? Ruining your perfect little evening?"

I nodded, my throat dry. "Yes," I said. "I love watching her getting fucked by you."

"Good," Tony grunted, slapping Louise's ass. "Because I'm gonna make sure she doesn't think of you tonight."

Louise whimpered, her body trembling with pleasure. "Yes," she moaned, her face flushed pink with arousal. "Make me forget about him."

I stood there helplessly, watching them going at it. Louise's face was a mix of lust and guilt, and I could see it was eating her up, even though it was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely. I couldn't look away, and they both knew it. It was so wrong, so dirty, but I loved it.

"Come on," Tony growled, increasing his pace. "Cum for me, you dirty slut."

"Make me cum," Louise begged, her voice trembling with need.

With a grunt, Tony grabbed Louise's hair and pulled on it, his other hand digging into her hip, forcing her back on his thrusting dick. Louise moaned, her whole body trembling with pleasure as she orgasmed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

"I have an idea," Tony grunted, pulling out of my poor well-used wife. "You sit down, Louise. John, bring me her plate."

"Okay," I said. With shaky hands, I brought over the dish, along with some silverware. Tony took it and placed it on the table in front of my wife. He then grabbed his cock, slick with her juices, and started pumping it quickly.

"John, how long did you spend, ugh, making this?" Tony asked, with a grin.

"Erh... it didn't take so long, just a lot of preparation," I said, unsure of what was about to happen. I had an inkling, sure... but I didn't know if he actually would...

"Good," Tony said, pointing his cock at Louise's food. With a few expert pumps, his cock stiffened, and his eyes rolled back a bit.

"Wait, Tony-" I protested weakly.

And in an instant, my hopes of a romantic dinner shattered. With a loud groan, Tony came, painting the food with long ropes of his warm seed. As he frantically jerked his orgasm all over the well-prepared dinner, Louise's beautiful steak was soon smeared with thick, pearly white globs.

Louise could do nothing but watch, her face a mix of excitement and disgust. Tony grunted and groaned as he pumped out every last drop on the poor, ruined dish. When he was finally done, he staggered a bit, and let his spent cock rest on the dinner table next to the plate. Louise eyed the massive member, a trail of semen still dangling from the head.

"Fuck yes," Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That was perfect, baby."

"Is that what I get to eat?" Louise asked, looking at him defiantly, though I saw her mouth twitching. "When John works so hard to prepare a nice meal, you come and ruin it? And force me to eat it? Eat it all? And even right in front of him?" Louise emphasized her point by raising a fork where a chunky string of cum hung. It fell, landing back on the meat, where the sauce, already discolored from my cooking skills, mixed with his warm ejaculate.

"Exactly," Tony grunted, sounding as proud and arrogant as ever. "You're gonna eat every bite of that, and you're gonna do it right here and now. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Louise whimpered.

I sat slack-jawed, unable to comprehend the utter disrespect for my efforts, but also the utter joy it gave me.

"Good," Tony said. He looked at me. "Hope that was what you wanted, John," Tony said, patting my shoulder. "I'm out. Bon appetite."

Before either Louise or I could answer him, Tony sauntered out and disappeared out.

"So..." Louise said, chewing her lips.

"What the fuck just happened?" I said, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

"I think... I think he just... I don't know..." Louise said, her eyes wide. "John, I'm so sorry. I didn't know he would do that. I promise I didn't know he was going to do that."

"It's... it's fine," I said, my voice shaking. "I mean, it's not fine, but..."

Louise got up and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I could feel her body trembling, and I knew that she was feeling guilty about what had just happened.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"It's okay," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "It's not your fault. It's just food. I'm not angry... just... in shock, I guess."

"I know," Louise said, her voice muffled by my shirt. "I can't believe he would do that. He's such an asshole."

"Yeah," I said, running my hand through her hair. "But it was kind of hot, right?"

"Yeah," Louise admitted. "It was kind of hot, seeing him take charge like that."

I chuckled. "I know," I said, kissing the top of her head. I could tell she still felt a bit embarrassed and guilty. I couldn't escape the feeling that she would actually comply with his orders, and eat everything on her plate. I didn't want her to be degraded like that, but Louise seemed to love it. She seemed to thrive on it. And who was I to deny her?

"Let's sit down and eat, okay?" I said.

"Okay," Louise said, smiling weakly at me. We sat down at the table, and I tried not to look at the cum-soiled steak on her plate. She picked up her fork, and tentatively cut and put a piece of meat into her mouth. She chewed slowly, and I could see the look of disgust on her face.

"Is it bad?" I asked.

"No," Louise said, forcing a smile. "It's good." She took another bite, and I could see the struggle on her face as she swallowed.

"Are you really going to eat all of that? He ruined it completely," I said.

"Yeah," Louise said, a naughty smile appearing on her face, as she slipped another bite into her mouth, sucking down on it as if to savor the flavor. "And I'm going to enjoy every last drop."

"Can I say that it's both disgusting and utterly vile? In the most positive way, if that even makes sense," I said.

"It does," Louise agreed, moaning as she took another bite. "I can't believe I'm doing this... and enjoying it..."

"Yeah," I said. It was both disturbing and fascinating. Louise was completely dominated by Tony. It wasn't just physical, it was psychological too. And she loved it. And it turned me on. I was getting harder by the second, my cock straining against my pants.

"Do you want a taste?" Louise asked.

"I'm, well... no thank you, that's all yours," I chuckled, still reeling with the impact of this new, disgusting discovery, and what it all meant.

"Fair enough," Louise said, grinning as she popped another bite into her mouth.

"That is so far," I muttered.

"I know," Louise grinned proudly.

I was transfixed on her, her lips and her jaw clenching and unclenching, and on Tony's load on the plate, as she neared the end. When her fork scraped the porcelain plate, I watched her meticulously shoveling the last little bits into her mouth.

Louise was usually picky with her food, but she had no issue with this. I was in awe of how depraved she'd become. With a loud gulp, the last was gone. "That was amazing," I whispered huskily.

"I know," Louise sighed. How wasn't she more bothered by this? "God I'm stuffed."

"How was... the extra sauce?" I felt myself asking.

"Chunky," Louise teased, leaning back in her chair. "I thought you'd be upset," she continued.

"I am. I mean, we've been planning this night for days. And Tony ruined it, but... It was worth it," I admitted.

"I'm glad you think so," Louise said. "Because I did too."

We sat there in silence for a while, both of us lost in thought. I was still processing the fact that I had let another man ruin our evening together, and that I had caved in so easily. I was almost... getting used to it. Louise seemed to be enjoying the moment too, savoring the afterglow.

"You know what?" I finally said. "I think we should do this more often."

"What? Get ruined by Tony?" Louise asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah. I mean, this was so messed up, but it seems to go hand in hand with that fucked up part of my brain. Like, seeing you eat cum-covered food just feels wrong, and it is obviously nasty, but I love it. I can't explain it," I admitted. "I mean, it makes me wish I knew more of what you did last weekend. This is all so fucked, but so... good. I can't make sense of it."

"Well, if you want to know, Tony... and Emily," Louise said, inserting a small break for the name drop to sink in. And indeed, I perked up at that. "Both had their way with me. Tony has made me do so many vile things. Not only violating the sanctity of our marriage, and ruining my morales in the process, but in the literal sense too."

"Such as?" I asked.

"When I don't do as I'm told, I get spanked," Louise said.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded. That sounded utterly childish and ridiculous.

"Yes. He has taken it upon himself to punish me whenever he deems it necessary. I've been over his knee many times now, and it's humiliating, but... well, it turns out that I actually like it. It makes me wet, and it makes me want to do what he says," Louise explained. "Tony's quite rough too. When he spanks me, it hurts. It leaves marks. But I love it. It's such a rush."

"That sounds... I don't even know," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I know," Louise giggled. "I never thought I would enjoy something like that, but I do. And Tony does too. He loves spanking me. He gets off on ruining my sexy butt."

"Woah," I said, feeling like I was going to faint. I could hardly believe this was my wife. She had changed so much, and I loved it. "I never knew you were so kinky."

Louise grinned at me. "There's a lot you don't know about me," she said, getting up from the table. "And there's a lot you'll never know about me. Only Tony gets to know everything about me."

She walked over to me and straddled my lap. I could feel her hot, wet pussy through my pants, and my cock strained against her inner thigh. We sat there like that for a few moments, just enjoying each other's presence. Then, without saying a word, Louise started grinding on my lap, her hips moving in slow circles, rubbing her pussy against my erection.

"I can't believe you're doing this," I groaned. "After what you've just told me, and what you've just done, you're still horny? Not incredibly disgusted?"

"Yes," Louise moaned. "Yes to both. I'm horny as fuck, and I'm disgusted with myself, but that just makes it more exciting. I'm so fucked up, John, and I love it."

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me.

"What else?" I asked.

"I eat his ass," Louise whispered into my ear. I felt like I was going to explode. This was all too much for me. I couldn't believe my wife would do something so degrading and humiliating. And yet, here she was, telling me all about it. "I love it. I love eating his asshole. I love being under him, my face buried in his ass, and him making me lick and suck his hole. It's so filthy and disgusting. It's not my favorite thing, but if Tony wants it, I'm giving it to him."

"Jesus Christ, Louise," I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But the more she talked, the more I wanted to hear. "And Emily?"

"Hers too. You see, the three of us, we spent the entire weekend fucking each other's brains out. The two of them gangbanged me and used me like the little slut I am. Emily's pussy and ass were all over my face, while Tony's cock was buried deep inside me. He made me do things I never thought I'd do. He made me eat out his ass, and then Emily's. He took Emily's anal virginity too, without any prep!"

"You had a threesome without me? Without me knowing?" I asked, trying to keep my composure. I didn't want to let on how jealous I was, and how much that turned me on.

"Yes," Louise said. "Tony wanted it, so he got it. I'm his, and Emily wanted in. So yeah, he got it."

I felt Louise slide up to the edge of my cock, threatening penetration. I knew it wasn't allowed, but being so close was still so incredible.

"And I loved it," Louise said, her voice dripping with lust. "I loved getting fucked by them. And Emily... well... it is very embarrassing, and I hate that I let it happen, but Tony brought a leash and let Emily walk me outside almost naked. Just for a bit, but god was it intense. It was so fucked up, but just now, I feel warm all over... Oh god..."

The words were like fire on my skin. I could hardly believe that my wife had gotten herself caught up in something so crazy and intense, and yet, there was nothing I could do. It had happened. And by the sounds of it, Tony would have it happen again if he wanted to, and Louise would comply.

Louise was right though. This was intense. But it was the good kind of intense. We were both aroused beyond belief. She had just admitted to having a sexual tryst, and I was insanely jealous. It was a terrible feeling. But the excitement was even greater. The jealousy was driving me wild, and my cock was aching for release.

"Did you play with Emily's pussy?" I asked, unable to stop the question. I needed to know more. "Did she fuck your face?"

"Oh yeah, all weekend," Louise moaned. "It was amazing. I couldn't believe how good Emily was at eating pussy. She made me cum so many times. I bet you want to see that during our foursome."

"No..." I lied. Louise laughed.

"Of course you do," she moaned. "Don't act like you're some knight in shining armor. I can see how hard it gets you. And I like it too. I love being used like that. To have Tony use me, to have Emily use me."

My hands roamed across her skin, touching her breasts and ass, sliding up to her neck and cheeks. I wanted to taste every inch of her, but knew that we weren't supposed to fuck until tomorrow. God... was it tomorrow already? This week had been so insane already, and this Friday evening we were supposed to enjoy together was so utterly depraved as well. How much worse would Saturday be?