My Neighbor Pt. 15

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*

Saturday morning, I did my thing. Which meant I went for a jog. All the things Louise had revealed last night were still spinning around in my head, and the anxiety made my stride quicker than usual. Did I regret last night's conversation? Well... no. A huge part of me regretted not being more of a man and standing up for myself, but after Tony and Louise ruined our date night, I couldn't help but be enthralled by the depravity.

It also served as a clear wake-up call, reminding me where this road ended. In hindsight, we had gone a long way in terms of submission, and I had given up a lot. Was it because I wanted to? Sure, most of it. Was Louise pushing her luck, or was that all my doing? That, I was less sure of. However, while I saw no problem with letting it all unfold and run its course, the idea of it continuing even after the foursome was a bit troubling. Louise's obsession with Tony and the whole thing was obviously growing stronger and stronger.

She was hooked on him on a level I never expected. Maybe I had been too complacent, maybe I should have pushed back harder, but she was right. The whole thing was an insane rush for me. So what if she became his slave, in return for amazing sex and orgasms? That sounded like a win-win situation for everyone. I was sure there would be time to talk about boundaries and whatnot after today, but now I was just excited.

Excited and scared. Was this what the following years would consist of? Tony taking his fill whenever he felt like it, and my wife serving him? I was sure he would be busy with college and football, but when he came home for break, would we be relegated to being on standby for his pleasure?

I didn't mind it. Louise had reassured me this morning that all the vile stuff she says was just part of the whole experience. It's not something I was worried about, as all the vileness hooked me in as it did Louise. The worse it got, the better it was.

As long as we didn't do anything too reckless. Within the confines of our home, and some riskier places perhaps, was fine. But not in public. One thing was my own career and reputation, but Louise was a teacher, and Tony was a student at her school. They had to be careful. There had already been a few close calls.

After a while, I managed to calm down a bit. I enjoyed the rest of the jog and returned home in a much more controlled mood. Louise was still asleep when I got back, so I quickly jumped into the shower to get rid of the sweat and grime from my workout. When I returned to our bedroom, she was just waking up.

"Morning," she greeted me with a smile. "Did you have a good jog?"

"Yeah, it was nice," I said, sitting down next to her on the bed. "How are you feeling?"

Louise giggled. "I'm feeling pretty good," she said. "Excited about tonight."

"Me too," I said, smiling nervously. "You've really gotten yourself into something special."

"I know," Louise said. "But I'm not regretting it. In fact, I can't wait to see what else Tony has planned for me. He's so creative, and he's always coming up with new things for us to try."

I chuckled. "That sounds fun," I said. "Just don't forget about me, okay?"

"Of course not," Louise said, smiling reassuringly. "I'll never forget about you. Actually, I should thank you for all of this. I'd never indulge in any of this if it wasn't for you."

"That's true," I said. "I guess we're both pretty fucked up."

Louise grinned. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. "On that note... I texted Tony and asked if he could come over for a quickie this morning. He said he would love to. You don't mind, do you?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't mind," I said. "As long as we can spend some time together before tonight."

"We can, of course. I just felt horny this morning," Louise smiled.

"And I can't help you?" I asked.

"Oh, you can. Just not yet. You know you're in celibacy until tonight," Louise said. "Besides, I think you prefer Tony doing the work anyway, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah, you're right," I said.

"Good," Louise said. "Because I'm going to be getting fucked by him a lot today."

"I know," I said. "And I can't wait to watch."

Louise grinned. "You're such a pervert," she teased. "But so am I."

"He's on his way now?" I asked.

"Yeah... and... I know it is totally wrong and that I have no right to ask this, but he sort of asked if he could have me alone... like, without you in the room. It would only be for a little while. Maybe an hour?" Louise said, chewing her lips nervously. "But only if you're okay with it."

"I..." I hesitated. "Sure. I think it's fine. But why?"

Louise sighed. "To fuck with you, if I'm not completely mistaken," Louise said.

"Oh," I said, feeling slightly uneasy about the request.

"Look, if you say no, I'm going to cancel it and we can spend the day together. But... I think you should let him have this. I mean, this is what you agreed to, right? Tony has complete access to me, whenever he wants," Louise said. "And if he wants to fuck me, then that is what's going to happen."

So while I read the newspaper, made coffee, did some dishes, and did laundry, I was forced to endure the orchestra of Tony's grunts and Louise's moans. He had her moaning like a cheap whore, and it was clear that he was in charge. It was so erotic, but it also hurt. Knowing that she was getting fucked by someone else, that Tony was doing things to her I could never replicate, that I lacked that brutal confidence to even attempt something like that.

But at the same time, it was intoxicating. Louise was mine. And I had given her away. It was a strange feeling. But it was liberating. Knowing that I didn't have to worry about her anymore, knowing that she was taken care of. It was both the most terrifying and satisfying feeling in the world.

When Tony left, I was allowed back into our bedroom. Louise was lying on her back, naked, looking flushed and satisfied. Her hair was disheveled, her body was covered in sweat, and she had a huge grin on her face. I could see Tony's cum all over her body, and I could smell the sex in the air. It was a heady mix, and I was instantly hard.

"That was amazing," Louise said, grinning widely.

"I can see that," I said. I couldn't help but smile, seeing her so happy. "Do you need anything? Some water, maybe?"

"I'm good, thanks," Louise said.

"Was it better than with me?" I asked.

Louise laughed. "Of course not, babe. Nothing is better than you," she said, reaching out to touch my arm. "But I do love how Tony takes control and makes me submit to him."

"I know," I said, sighing deeply. "I can see that."

"Don't be jealous, babe," Louise said. "You know I love you. But you also know I need this."

"I know," I said again. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "It's okay. I understand."

"Good," Louise said. "Now, please, I need you to eat me out for a bit."

Louise was incredibly wet and slippery when I got to work on her pussy, and it didn't take long until I felt her quivering and shaking in orgasm. The whole scene was so erotic, I felt like I could cum in my pants without touching myself. There was a faint musk of sweat and sex in the air, and it made me feel like I was floating. I was so hard it was painful.

Louise's pussy was slightly dilated from all the action, and there was a clear stream of her arousal flowing out of her. I lapped at her tender flesh, savoring the taste of her juices. She moaned and writhed under my touch, her body trembling as I pleasured her. After a few more orgasms, Louise pushed me away, telling me that she needed a break. I reluctantly complied.

"That was incredible," Louise panted. "You're so good at that. One thing you beat Tony at. He rarely does it anymore."

"Good to know. Damn, you were really wet today," I said. Louise got beet red and all flustered at that remark, which I found strange. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, quickly getting up. "I'm gonna shower now. Don't forget to pick up the wine."

She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone in our bedroom.

*

"You wanted to see me?" Tony asked, approaching Emily after school on Friday afternoon.

"Good day to you, too," Emily said.

"God, I love that accent," Tony grunted. He looked around, and Emily knew he was looking for the nearest bathroom to fuck her throat again.

"Forget about it," Emily said. "We both have things we want from the thing tomorrow."

"Is that so?" Tony smirked, his hand touching her slender waist. "Why don't we go for a test drive? I know you want my fat cock in your ass again."

"I will only let you touch me tomorrow if you help me out," Emily said, knowing she was signing a pact with the devil.

Tony looked a bit confused by both her actually not caving immediately to his demands and also her making demands. What was this?

Emily was highly amused by it, but didn't care. This was what she was going to get. And she was determined to get what she wanted.

"Well, what do you want?" Tony asked.

"I want Louise's husband to fuck me," Emily said, trying to sound confident. Tony shrugged.

"Okay?" Tony said. "I kinda don't want that loser around anyway."

"Perfect. Louise doesn't deserve John, but I do. So that's what we'll do. You help me out with this, and I'll help you out tomorrow," Emily said. "Deal?"

"Deal," Tony said. "Wait, what do I get out of this? I'd do this anyway."

"That is why John needs a good plan B," Emily smirked. "For when he realizes what kind of a wife he has."

"So you wanna nab John? You think you can do that?" Tony said.

*

Louise and I spent that day doing all sorts of things like we always had done before any of this hotwife/cuckold lifestyle had taken hold of us. It was nice to see that we could have a normal day together even with Tony's large cock looming on the horizon, and after having had a quick session this morning. It sort of gave me an odd sense of confidence that this could work, albeit if it got a bit intense from time to time. This lifestyle was a great distraction from the grind of everyday life, and I think Louise felt the same way.

It was also odd that Emily would be joining us. I had rejected her before, but apparently, she was down for trying again. I did find her pretty hot, but I knew it would be weird to do something with her with Louise watching. I had no idea what kind of arrangement they had, or how they felt about it, but I would try to figure it out later. For now, I just wanted to relax and enjoy the rest of the day.

And boy, did it go by fast. Before we knew it, the sun was setting, and the evening was approaching. I was getting more and more nervous and excited by the minute. The anticipation of the night was almost too much to bear. We were both a little jumpy and on edge, and I could tell Louise was feeling it as well. She was constantly checking her phone, waiting for a text from Tony.

"I think we should start getting ready," she said, finally. "They'll be here soon."

"Okay," I said.

"So, I need to check with you, just so we're clear. What is allowed tonight?" Louise asked.

"Erh, everything?" I said, unsure what she meant. "Except him finishing inside you of course, but we all know that."

Louise looked like she winced slightly at that, but composed herself quickly. What was that about? Did she want him to finish inside her? I felt a pang of worry, but decided not to mention it. I didn't want to ruin the mood.

"I mean, Tony might get pretty rough, and he will most definitely impose his will on all of us. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything, because there is a high chance I will obey him," Louise said. "So I just want to make sure you're okay with everything."

"Oh, okay," I said. "I'm fine with everything. Don't worry about me, I know how this all works."

"Good," Louise said. "Now, why don't you go and shower while I clean up down here a bit?"

The shower did help calm my nerves, but it also made me more excited. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. We were going to have a foursome tonight! I felt like a teenager again. To think sex could be this exciting just from indulging some punk teenager...

But it did sit a bit odd with me that she seemed to wince when I told her, no, when I reiterated that I didn't want Tony to cum inside her. Was it just my imagination? I mean, it was a valid concern. But Louise had never expressed any interest in having his cum inside her, at least not that I knew of. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me, but it was something I would keep an eye on.

As I showered, the visions of Louise's dilated pussy, glistening with her arousal and Tony's warm, thick sperm, were enough to almost send me over the edge. God, this cucking thing has done wonders to my imagination and libido. Thinking about him dumping a load in my wife and then having it sloppily pour out of her pink and gaped hole was making me twitch and pulse with a constant need. How in the fuck had this turned into such a huge obsession in such a short period of time? And all because of this jerk?

After a thorough cleaning, I put on a set of my nicest boxers and my black slacks. As I did my shirt, I heard the familiar rumble of Tony's voice from downstairs, and Louise's answering, sweet giggle. A rush of excitement surged through me, but it was soon followed by a sense of dread and fear. I knew that Tony was here to run a train on my wife. But the thought of Emily being there too made it from something devious to something straight-up erotic instead.

When I arrived downstairs, the party was already underway. Louise and Tony were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Louise was stealing glances at his bulge as if waiting for him to unleash the beast for her inspection. From the looks of his smug, gloating smile, she was in for another night of being degraded and humiliated, something she had become addicted to, and Tony relished in fulfilling.

Then, I heard the doorbell, and a mix of excitement and dread ran down my spine. When I opened the door, I was met by Emily's friendly and sexy, freckled face, who gave me a tight hug. She was stunning. Dressed to the nines in a skintight black dress that showed off her every feature. Being more on the petite side, those shapes made her seem incredibly slender and sensual. Not quite in an emo kind of way, but there were definite hints of those naughty angles in her face.

"Hey there," Emily purred as she released me and walked past me into the hallway.

The soft press of her lithe body against me was enough to arouse me. Perhaps the promise that we would have sex later fueled my senses, but I was already giddy as Emily said her hellos. She gave both Tony and Louise a huge hug, as if we were just normal friends with a nice gathering ahead of us, and sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Tony and Louise, facing me.

"Did you have a good weekend?" Louise asked Emily.

"Yeah, it was good, not too different from usual, but hey, that's my life," Emily said. "What about yours?"

"Oh, it was a bit boring, but I'm glad Tony is here to save it," Louise said, smirking at me as she knew that would sting a bit.

"Oh, don't be too harsh on poor John. I'm sure he does his best," Emily said.

Louise laughed. "He does, and he's very sweet. But sometimes I just need a man to take control and show me who's boss. You know?"

"I do," Emily said.

I could tell she was having fun teasing me, and that Emily was on board with their little game.

"I bet you do," Tony chimed in. "And I'm here to keep you both entertained."

Emily smiled at that, and Louise looked at him with adoration in her eyes.

"I hope so," Emily said. "Because I've been looking forward to this all week."

"Me too," Louise said, grinning wickedly.

"Oh, you girls," Tony chuckled.

"Can I get you two something to drink? We've got wine and beer, or we can mix some cocktails," I asked, breaking the ice, eager to move things along.

"Sure, thanks," Emily said. "I'll take a glass of wine if you have some."

"And you, Tony?" I asked.

"Whatever," he said.

I went to the kitchen to fetch us some drinks, and as soon as I was out of sight, I heard the sounds of kissing and groaning coming from the living room. It was obvious they had started without me. I felt a pang of regret that I wasn't there watching, but that didn't keep me from listening intently, imagining the lewd act playing out in front of me. The sounds were muffled, and they were occasionally broken by soft gasps and moans, and it wasn't easy to figure out who was doing what. All I knew was that there was a lot of skin against skin.

A few moments later, Emily walked into the kitchen, smiling at me. She looked flushed. I could smell Louise's perfume on her, but I didn't know if that was real or if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.

"Erhm," I said. "Wine or cocktail?"

"Either one is fine with me," Emily replied, seemingly unaware that she was smeared with my wife's lipstick. "Thanks."

"No problem," I said. Emily leaned against the counter and watched me pour her and Louise some wine, and Tony a cocktail. The moans were growing louder, and Tony's groans were more audible now.

"Sounds like they're having fun," Emily said in French, a wry grin playing on her lips.

"Erh... Yeah, sounds like it," I mumbled, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"You okay with that?" Emily asked, gently touching my arm.

"Erh, sure," I said, quickly busying myself with mixing the drinks.

"Sorry about being a bit forward last time. I'm not usually that slutty," she said, smiling coyly at me. "Or maybe I am."

"I didn't take offense," I said.

"No, it was more about how rude I was. Like I could see that you were uncomfortable and I should've apologized right away," Emily said.

"Oh. Well, no worries," I said.

"Thanks," Emily smiled, moving her hand from my arm to my chest.

She moved to stand in front of me, her hands still gently touching my arm. She was very close, and I could smell Louise's perfume on her. I had a hard time focusing.

"Do you think Tony will want me tonight?" she asked.

"I think so," I said, swallowing nervously.

"Good. Because I want to you to see when he fucks me much better than you will be able to. You'll get your chance if you want, but I will be so stretched out," she giggled, her hand was now near my belly button, atop my shirt. "Are you okay with that?"

"Erh, yeah," I said, suddenly unable to find my words. My head was spinning with images of what she was describing. Emily clearly knew that she could push me around and was taking full advantage of that.

"Are you sure?" she asked, moving her hand lower.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations coursing through me. This felt amazing, but also wrong. I was just standing there, letting her have her way with me. Louise was being ravaged in the living room, and I was in the kitchen getting groped by Emily.

"John, are you alright?" Emily asked, suddenly moving her hand lower and palming the sizable lump in my trousers. "I want you. I think you're really hot. Maybe a bit vanilla, but you can't help it."

"Oh," I gasped. I hadn't noticed the slip, and she continued her assault, reaching her small hand below my belt.

"Mhmm," Emily hummed, feeling how stiff I was.

"Emily, I..." I breathed, trying to keep a shred of composure. Her other hand was on my cheek, caressing it gently, and I couldn't help but lean into her touch, craving her affection. Louise had been so much with Tony and me in the gutter that I had almost gotten unfamiliar with the soft touch of a woman. I found her soft curves, gentle curves, and soothing scent intoxicating.

"Your cock is very hard," she whispered, massaging it through my pants. "Tony's cock is far bigger though. I bet you can't even satisfy Louise."

I groaned in pleasure, feeling her soft hand gripping my rock-hard shaft through the fabric, slowly stroking up and down.

"And when he is done with Louise, he'll probably have me too. Maybe you could watch it. You'd like to watch that, wouldn't you, John?" Emily asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Yes," I admitted, embarrassed by the confession, and by her brutal assessment of my cock. I knew that Tony had a large one, but my own wasn't small either. I mean, was it? Emily clearly thought so.

"That's good. You prefer watching while others take what's yours. I let him take my anal virginity at the motel, you know? That big, meaty cock shoved into my rectum, splitting my virgin anus apart and fucking my brains out... and it was better than any sex I've ever had," Emily moaned, her voice dripping with arousal. "Would you like to try it with me one day?"

I groaned again, her touch and dirty words sending me into orbit. Her hand was still gently massaging my cock, and I was starting to worry about cumming in my pants.

"Would you, John?" she pushed, and before I had the opportunity to reply, she dove in.

Her tongue was in my ear, and she was practically drooling on me. The sensation of her breath on my skin and her voice whispering in my ear was almost too much for me. It took all of my willpower not to blow a huge load right then and there, as she licked and nibbled on my earlobe.

"Of course, Tony's cock will be better," she whispered into my ear, her breath warm on my face, as her hand was groping my cock through my pants.

"Yes," I grunted. "It will."

Her other hand was on the back of my neck, pulling me close. Our faces were almost touching, her blue eyes staring into mine with fiery intensity. My cock throbbed, and I could feel her warmth. Her luscious pink lips parted slightly as we both fought against the desire to kiss.

"I love hearing Louise moan while I'm out here in the kitchen with her husband. She doesn't even know you've been gone. When Tony is around, you don't exist anymore," Emily continued. "I think you like that, though, am I right?"

I nodded, breathing deeply to control the torrent of arousal pulsing inside me.

"Good, that's hot," Emily said, finally pressing her lips onto mine.

We kissed like we had been lost in the desert, and she was the oasis. Our tongues danced together, and she tasted incredible. I wrapped my arms around her, bringing us closer. I could feel her chest against mine, and my hands started roaming. The softness of her skin and the curvature of her body were incredible.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked between kisses. "Or do you want Tony to ruin me instead?"

"Tony," I gasped, feeling her hand slide past the waistband of my pants and grab hold of my stiff rod. It was painfully engorged, and precum was leaking profusely.

"Good choice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can go after he has filled me up."

I was losing my mind at her lewd remarks and degrading insults, but there was also something empowering about being controlled by her. She had such an effect on me, it was both arousing and infuriating. And god, that scent! That hint of something feminine, not quite the perfume, or sweat, or bodily fluids. Something you knew to be female in nature. Arousing and comforting, familiar yet distant. It was hard to put my finger on.

"Would y-you let him?" I asked.

"It's up to him where he dumps his loads," Emily said, licking my lips lightly.

"Are you on the pill?" I asked.

"I am. Does that bother you? Do you want him to knock me up?" she asked, staring at me with an amused look on her face. I had completely lost the upper hand by now, and her taunts and teases were relentless. "Because I would prefer if you did it," she said, making my heart skip several beats. It felt like a bad outboard motor. What was with this girl? Damn, her feistiness and aggressiveness made me shiver. "But if you prefer the idea of someone like Tony impregnating me instead, I'll happily wrap my little legs around him as he reaches the point of no return."

My cock was twitching, and I could feel it pulsing in her hands. There was something extremely intoxicating and illicit about Emily talking this way and knowing that she could so easily turn the situation, and my words, against me.

"Don't you want to, John?" Emily asked, planting kisses on my cheek and lips. "Don't you want Tony to cum inside me? Don't you want to see his big, hard, powerful cock pulse and twitch against my inner walls as he spews jet after jet of sticky hot cum into the deepest parts of me? To flood my womb with his virile essence?"

"I do, God, it's such a turn-on," I muttered, knowing I was supposed to be more guarded around these girls.

Emily smiled and hummed. "It feels like you're going to make a mess in your pants soon," Emily teased. "But it's just talk, right? I'd never risk bringing an innocent life into this. But we can always tease, right?"

"I agree," I said. "I... it is insane and I can't help but love it, but that's a step too far," I said, almost out of breath. Emily smiled widely at that remark, her hand gripping tightly. My cock pulsed in her palm, throbbing hard as she squeezed.

"Too bad, I kinda thought it would make you cum thinking about me getting bred. I mean, at least he can safely load me up so you can slide your cock into a hole reeking with his thick, chunky, potent cum," she groaned into my mouth, her tongue dancing across my lips.

"Ngggh... God... Yes," I panted. Fuck, she was right. The thought of having sex with her with a hole overloaded with Tony's creamy sperm did indeed sound hot. Degrading and dirty, but so erotic.

"God, you're so horny, John," Emily said, smiling as she watched me come apart before her. "Are you thinking about it now?"

"Yes," I gasped. She pumped me steadily with one hand as her other wrapped around my waist, sliding lower and caressing my ass through my pants.

"So pathetic, can't even defend yourself against our naughty talk," Emily said. "Funny how it didn't take long for you to slip into cuckoldry."

"I..." I wanted to apologize or say something in my defense, but I couldn't even focus. I was close.

"Bet you want to fill me up with your sperm," Emily said. "You hear that?" she asked, arching her neck a bit to listen to the ruckus in the living room. "Tony is cumming in your wife right now. I bet you'd love to fuck her afterward, but I'm going to eat her out. I love dominating that slut wife of yours."

"She wouldn't," I groaned.

"What?"

"Let him cum inside her. Too risky. She's off the pill and whatnot, so it won't be safe," I said. Emily didn't reply to that, just looked at me with an odd smile on her face. She continued teasing me until the sounds from the living room seemed to indicate they were done. Emily grinned.

"Sounds like I'm next. Let's see what this pig thinks I'm good for," she said, extracting her hand from my pants, making me whine in frustration. Her hand had been so soft. "Thanks for the chat, John. Wait a minute, then join us."

"Why do I have to wait?" I asked.

"Because I said so," Emily said with a smile. "I want you hard and desperate."

Then, with a final squeeze, Emily walked towards the living room. Left with an aching, hard-on, I was frustrated, yet intrigued. Emily was certainly a force to be reckoned with.

*

"Sorry, we started the party without you," Louise giggled.

As I entered the living room, I was greeted with the sight of both Louise and Emily on either side of Tony, who sat in the middle of the couch. Both of them were licking each other's side of his damp, heavy meat. Even flaccid was Tony's tool was quite something to be impressed by. Fat, long, durable. It was hanging down between his legs like a sleeping beast, ready to awake at any moment. I knew from experience that Louise loved the smell of his cock, and her face was almost buried in his pubes as she nursed his hairy balls.

"It's okay, I can see that you were having a good time," I said.

"You look... frustrated," Emily commented, lifting the big tool toward her face. She kissed the head lovingly, her blue eyes locked with mine.

"Yeah, he's hard as a rock," Louise giggled, reaching down to massage his heavy sack. "John loves it when someone else takes his job in the bedroom. Don't you, dear?"

"Oh, definitely. It's hot," I said, unable to take my eyes off the erotic display. Louise and Emily were sharing his cock between them, sucking on it, and occasionally kissing each other around its massive girth. "Especially when you two do it."

Louise laughed. "I know, right?" she said, giving me a quick wink. "I can't get enough of it."

"Yeah, Louise is a total slut for this cock," Emily chimed in, kissing the head tenderly.

Tony didn't say much; he just let his hands roam across their bodies as they pleasured him. Him. Yes. This was a foursome between all of us, not a threesome. With that in mind, I took a step forward. Tony, however, had other ideas. A kid ten years my junior, who I was allowed to fuck my wife, and he shot me a warning look.

"Stop," he said, his voice deep and commanding. I obeyed instantly.

"I want you to stay there," he continued. "Watch while I take these two. I'll use them however I please, and you're not going to interfere. You'll watch, and that's it. Understood?"

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through me. Louise didn't do anything to stand up for me, just continued to kiss and lick his shaft and balls. I could tell she was extremely aroused by this display of dominance, and I didn't blame her. I felt the same way. Thus, I was pacified.

"Good," Tony grunted. "Now, I think it's time for me to take these two sluts."

He rose from the couch and removed his pants completely. His cock was hard now, and it stood proudly before him. The girls gasped and sighed at the sight of it, clearly mesmerized by its beauty. And it was quite the sight indeed. Thick veins were snaking their way around his thick rod, and his massive, swollen head was leaking a steady stream of precum.

One thing was for certain: I'd never get the adoration and lust the girls were showing for Tony. He was, without a doubt, the most powerful man in the room, and he acted like it.

"Let's do this," he said, stroking his cock lazily.

Louise and Emily stood up, removing their clothes. Tony watched with a smug smile on his face, like a proud predator as the prey bared their bodies for him. He seemed to enjoy the anticipation.

Once they were both naked, the girls moved over to him. Louise hugged his torso, wrapping her arms around him and letting him claim her soft lips with his own. Emily slid up next to him and planted small kisses on his chest, her slender arms stroking him everywhere, her little hand running up and down the side of his shaft.

They looked stunning together, all three of them. Like they fit together. Both Louise and Emily had gorgeous features, but it was Tony's overall look and persona that seemed to complete the picture.

A mix of anticipation, excitement, and nerves was running through me. How would things proceed? Would they let me in on the fun? I mean, I was supposed to be included, but thus far it had only been Tony who got anything. Emily had shown me some interest and had in the past tried her luck with me, but in the presence of Tony and his obvious prowess, she seemed uninterested in me.

Well, unless she was doing her part in humiliating me further. I couldn't decide whether her taunts and her crude comments regarding me and my 'virility' and the 'smaller size of my cock', and such were said to provoke and belittle me, or because she simply meant it. That, she would rather take Tony's monster cock than mine. The question was, would I prefer that? I couldn't deny it was incredibly erotic when she said things like that, but the pang of hurt and embarrassment was also there. I liked her and had taken quite a liking for her. Her tough personality, her feistiness, and willpower. To think that a girl like her would take someone like Tony over me was oddly disappointing. I thought Emily was different, but clearly, I had misjudged her.

Whatever the case, the fact remained that my cock was achingly stiff as I watched the trio play around together. It was like they were a unit now, an item. And I wasn't part of it. In fact, I was so irrelevant I had to stand across the room to watch them, while they touched each other freely, kissing and fondling each other.

Tony was groping my wife's butt, and when I changed the angle a bit, I could see his giant middle finger casually pulsing in and out between her cheeks, sliding in and out of her asshole. Louise groaned in pleasure as she made out with him. I could hear him chuckle, clearly amused by his control over her.

Emily was on her knees before him, worshipping his cock with her hands and mouth. Her small hands were massaging his thick shaft as her mouth worked on his swollen head, sucking him deeply into her throat. It was quite the sight, and I could only imagine how it must feel. Emily's lack of a gag reflex came to full effect as I could see the obscene bulge in her neck move with his cock. God, it was insane seeing something so large stretch a person's tiny body. But, of course, she was more than equipped for this kind of treatment.

"Let's move this party upstairs, yeah?" Tony suggested, extracting his spit-soaked cock from Emily's tight throat.

"Okay," Louise said breathlessly, a look of excitement written across her face. "This is not going entirely to plan, is it, John?" she asked. "I'm sorry."

"Why can't I just join you?" I asked. It felt pathetic to even have to ask.

Tony chuckled. "Because, simple fuck, I don't think the party should be getting bigger," he said, shooting me a cocky smile. "We don't need you. Just stay downstairs and wait while I fuck these two. Do some work or something."

"Please?" I begged, but both Tony and Louise laughed at that.

"Come on, dear," Louise said, turning away from me. "Let's go upstairs."

With that, the three of them disappeared up the stairs. Tony was leading the way, and the girls were following like two little puppy dogs. Louise was still my wife, but it was obvious that she was under his spell. There was no denying the raw attraction and physical chemistry between them. Louise had admitted as much, that she had a real admiration for him. And he clearly knew how to push all of her buttons.

And that made me incredibly jealous, but also turned on. Was it the same for Emily? I didn't know her very well yet, but from what I knew, she didn't seem like someone who would be taken in by a guy like Tony. Then again, what did I really know about her?

I couldn't deny it. I was curious about her. She was a sexy girl, and we shared an odd connection that I hadn't quite figured out yet.

I heard laughs and giggles from upstairs and decided, fuck it. Tony couldn't decide what I could and couldn't do in my own house. So many times had I shown the lack of a spine, but I was determined to at least watch what was unfolding upstairs. I hurried upstairs. Initially, I thought I'd find the door shut, but apparently, someone had taken pity on me. It was slightly ajar, so I peeked inside.

My eyes immediately zeroed in on Louise. She was sliding her fit ass up and down Tony's huge cock, teasing him with the prospect of letting him inside her. I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine her biting her lip.

Emily, meanwhile, was under Tony's nuts, seemingly rimming his asshole. He groaned in pleasure as the girls worked together to pleasure him. Louise moaned as she angled the massive head against her wet hole, preparing to take him inside. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to see that monster cock slide inside my wife. To see her pussy get spread wide open for him, like it did every time he fucked her.

A sigh of relief left my lips when Louise finally lowered herself onto his cock. Her tight pussy stretched wide, a mix of his precum and her natural juices spilling out of her as she impaled herself on him. Her breathing became labored, as she let inch after inch of his cock slide into her tiny hole. Once her ass was flush against his pelvis, she had reached her goal. Tony grunted, his massive hands reaching up to grip her slender waist and keep her down on his lap.

Louise shrieked in pleasure, clearly very satisfied to feel that large chunk of meat filling her up. Her pussy looked strained and tight around the intruder, and she wasn't moving much. Her buttcheeks were clenching as she allowed her pussy time to adapt to the huge rod splitting her.

"God, it's huge!" I heard Emily mumble as she kept licking the underside of his sack. She then looked over her shoulder and saw me. I felt a sudden urge to run away, but was stopped when she beckoned me inside. I realized then that it was she who had let the door ajar. She even pointed to the big shaft splitting my wife apart and mouthed 'wow'.

Louise still had her back to me, and she was now moving up and down his length slowly. Up and down she went, letting almost all of his cock escape her hole and then slamming herself back down with great force, stuffing her gaping pussy once more. Her pace was gradually increasing, and it was getting more and more obvious how much pleasure it brought her to have his massive meat spread her insides wide. Her hips began bucking wildly, slamming up and down repeatedly in quick bursts of desperate lust.

Emily seemed fascinated, and I was as well. It was almost hard to believe how such a giant tool could fit inside anyone's holes. It was clear that it took a lot of effort from Louise to let herself be penetrated. Watching her get into it, moaning, panting and thrusting wildly atop her bull, was a testament to her willpower and the raw physical pleasure that his big cock must be giving her.

"Yes! Yes! Fuuuck!" she cried out, as a shudder went through her body. The room was silent except for her moans and groans and the smack of skin against skin. "So big. I love this cock, fuck! You like fucking your slut like this, Tony?" she groaned, rolling her hips around as her wetness made obscene, lewd squishing sounds. "You're stretching me so much..."

"Good girl," he chuckled, squeezing her ass cheeks with all his might. "You'll always be my whore, Louise. This pussy will always be mine."

"It is!" she gasped, shuddering as his words caused her pussy to clench and pulse around him. "I'm your whore, and you can fuck me any way you want. Whenever you want, just as long as you keep giving me this monster cock."

Tony laughed at that. "Of course, babe. I'll give it to you whenever you want. John will just have to accept that you're more mine than his. You know that, don't you? That you belong to me, right?"

"Yes, oh God yes, I know that," Louise gasped, her movements growing more desperate and wild.

"Good. That being said, I think it's high time I give Emily a ride too. You ready?" he asked.

"Yes, yes. Please fuck her, I want to see your big dick stretching out her little pussy," Louise panted, bouncing up and down on his lap.

Tony grinned at that, and lifted Louise up by her ass. He placed her on her knees next to him, making her groan in disappointment as his huge cock escaped her tightness. His shaft was glistening with her juices, and it was swollen, hard, and leaking precum. My wife looked downright wrecked and gaping as a result of her wild ride. Tony rose from the bed and turned to face Emily, who offered me an apologetic smile before crawling up the bed on all fours.

Tony grunted as he took position behind Emily. His large meat looked angry and red, glistening with cum and my wife's spit as he brought it up to the cute French girl's entrance. I couldn't see where Tony's meaty tip met with Emily's smooth lips, but I saw Emily squirm in pleasure and shock as Tony slid deep inside her, stretching out her pink folds as her entrance stretched to accommodate his considerable size.

"That is huge," Emily cried in French. She was obviously in shock by the size that was unrelenting, pushing into her.

Tony let out a deep chuckle, holding still a moment while her body acclimated. After a brief pause, he began slowly grinding his pelvis against her ass, a content look on his face as the sensual pleasure radiated through his body. Emily was moaning uncontrollably, seemingly not used to a proper dick, and very sensitive. Louise moaned louder now, watching Tony get off with Emily. Tony held his hands on the young girl's slender shoulders, firmly pushing down against her back so her chest was rubbing against the mattress.

I had no idea if that was comfortable or not, but Emily didn't object, and when his fat meat was all the way in her, it felt like he hit every spot possible, reaching depths no man had before.

Tony fucked slowly at first, savoring the sensations of the young girl's smooth, soft, and tender body underneath him. His veiny, monster dick looked like it could destroy Emily in a heartbeat, but Tony was careful. Louise was more used to his size, as odd as that was, her being my wife, but Emily had only had him a few times, so he knew not to immediately try and shove every inch into her, lest she be torn open and possibly injured.

Watching a massive cock penetrate and grind into a young French girl, slowly at first but steadily gaining more speed and strength, made me burn. This was insane! How had I gotten here? I should've been more bothered by it, more angry, or worried. But I wasn't. Watching a stud, like Tony, push her onto all fours on our own bed made me shiver. It should've been humiliating, but I was enthralled.

In desperate need of attention, I moved toward Louise, hoping perhaps she would give me some relief. However, she barely even registered my presence as she kept her eyes focused on Tony's amazing form. The way his legs flexed and pumped was insane, his gut crushing Emily, gripping the petite teen with the most intense grip as he ravaged her, and it was hard to look away from.

Not wanting to come off as clingy or pushy, I just stood there, awkwardly rubbing my cock through my pants and waiting for some sort of reaction. Louise was a mess of emotions, her eyes filled with lust and passion as she watched her new lover plow another woman right in front of her, but she was clearly enjoying the show. It was hard not to be jealous, but seeing her like that was just insanely hot. I had never seen her so worked up before, and that was saying something.

Louise let out a loud groan, and I saw Emily smile widely as she reached her climax. Meanwhile, I wanted to tend to Louise's needs, to offer my wife some assistance, but she was almost in a trance and didn't seem to need me. That stung a bit, too. I wanted to be needed. But it wasn't me she needed.

"Oh my god," Emily cried as Tony kept on pounding into her from behind. Her face was hidden as she hung her head down, but her body language told me all I needed to know. Her fingers were clutching at the sheets, and her back was arched, her ass pushed out to meet Tony's relentless assault.

"Tony..." Louise moaned, her voice laced with lust. "You're so big... You're stretching her out so much."

"That's right," Tony groaned, his face contorted in pleasure as he continued plowing the young French girl. His hand held her hair, pulling it back, while the other held her hip.

"Je vais a-avoir... je vais a-avoir un orgasme," Emily said between moans. I could see her knuckles whiten as she grabbed the fabric tightly. Her head was pulled back by Tony's hand on her hair, and the long, brown strands flowed around her like a curtain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted as she gasped and moaned in pleasure.

"Already?" Tony said.

"Yes," she cried, this time in English. "Oh, yes."

"I'm close too," Tony groaned, his pace increasing, causing a slapping noise to fill the air whenever their bodies met.

Louise moaned, watching them. "Come on, Tony, cum," she urged him on. "Cum in her. Fill her up."

Emily cried out as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably under the massive assault from Tony. Her legs buckled, and I could see her muscles tense up. Tony let out a deep groan, and with a few final thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt in the small girl.

"Fuck," he grunted, his balls slapping against Emily's pussy. A moment later, I could hear a low gurgling sound, and I knew he was dumping a huge load in Emily, no doubt coating her inner walls with his thick cum. The thought of it made my cock pulse, and I had to resist the urge to stroke myself to completion. Louise moaned too, enjoying the show.

Emily was in ecstasy, her body trembling in the afterglow of orgasm as Tony slowly pumped his hips against her ass, savoring the sensations. Louise looked pleased, watching her lover empty his balls into another woman, and I found it odd that she enjoyed the show as much as she did.

Louise was always the jealous type when it came to me, but it almost seemed like she enjoyed showing off her lover, to have this girl she viewed as a brat dominated by what perhaps was an extension of herself. Maybe she thought of him as more than just a sexual partner. After all, they seemed to enjoy each other's company immensely.

That didn't sit right with me. It was one thing to have some fun with Tony, but if she was developing real feelings for him, we might have a problem.

Tony gave Emily's ass a playful slap before he slowly pulled out of her. His cock was covered with a mixture of Emily's juices and his own sperm, which oozed out of her ruined hole. My wife moaned at the sight, as she had been in a similar state many times before.

"Oh my god," Emily panted. "That was so good. I've never had an orgasm like that."

"You're welcome," Tony groaned, a smug expression on his face.

"I bet you loved seeing that, babe," Emily said, turning to me, with a weak, labored smile on her lips. "Did you like watching Tony breed this slut?"

"Honey," Louise said in a low voice as if she had just been reminded of my presence. "Come here, why don't you help clean Emily up?"

Emily smirked, rolled over, and lay back on the bed, presenting herself to me. A string of thick, gooey cum connected to the tip of Tony's cock and the entrance to Emily's pussy. There was a lot of cum inside her, and I could see it seep out of her hole, running down her leg.

"Do I have to?" I asked, feeling my nose crunch up from the sheer smell.

"For me," Louise pleaded. "I think it's so hot when you submit yourself like that."

"That's sick," Tony said, watching me from the opposite end of the bed. He was still breathing heavily, his massive cock glistening with the combined juices of my wife, himself, and Emily.

I looked up at Emily's cute face and saw that she was smiling at me. "Are you going to eat me?" Emily asked. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as if she knew exactly what effect her words had on me. Would my first sexual act with Emily be eating cum from the guy fucking my wife from her pussy?

The thought should have disgusted me, but it didn't. In fact, I was very aroused by the idea of being degraded like that. If anything, I felt ashamed. I didn't want to look like a loser in front of Tony. Not any more than I already did, anyway.

"Be a good boy," Louise whispered, encouraging me. "Clean up that mess."

Emily giggled, spreading her legs wider. She was very flexible, and she reached her hand down to spread open her lips for me, showing off her messy pussy and swollen clit.

"Do a good job and I'll let you fuck me too," she whispered, smirking at me.

My cock pulsed at that, and I felt a new rush of blood surge downwards, making it even harder. The thought of burying my cock inside her while her pussy was overflowing with Tony's cum was erotic beyond belief. Feeling another one of Tony's conquests wrapped around my own cock, and hearing her describe how big Tony's cock was and how much better he had fucked her... Yes, that would be so hot.

"Come on, do it," Louise urged me on.

I knelt down between Emily's legs, inhaling the heavy smell of sex. The scent of arousal, sweat, and cum filled my nostrils, and I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. Up close, Emily's pussy looked even more ravaged and well-used. Her pink folds were stretched wide, and Tony's thick cum was seeping out of her. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, and her entrance was gaping open, a mixture of creamy white fluid flowing freely from within.

"Eat that cum," Louise hissed. "Clean her up for me, please?"

My cock throbbed and twitched in my pants as I dipped my head and pressed my tongue against her hot flesh. Her pussy was warm and wet, and the taste of her skin and Tony's cum filled my senses, as I lapped the sticky mixture into my mouth. Emily moaned and grabbed my head, pulling me further into her soggy hole.

"Come on, don't play around, lick my sloppy pussy," Emily commanded.

My nose was pressed hard against her entrance as she bucked her hips, grinding her warm hole in my face. I felt her fingers twine in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as her whole body quivered under my touch. Her taking initiative like this, right in front of my own wife, was such a rush.

"Good boy," Emily gasped. Her breathing was labored as I ran my tongue along her sensitive slit, making her squirm in pleasure. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment as I felt everyone's stare bore down upon me. And god, did that make my cock throb with lust. "Is John ever this hungry with you? Maybe he prefers this tight young pussy over your slutty one," Emily spat at Louise. "I might have to steal you away from that ol' slut. Maybe you could spend the night with me instead."

"I can't," I said, emerging from under her to reply. "I'm... I'm married."

"Louise doesn't seem to give a shit about her marriage, so why should you?" Emily said, switching back over to French. "Besides, I think you like this. You like being used by a young woman. Does it turn you on, knowing that I'm dominating you? Making you my bitch?"

"Yeah," I breathed. Her dirty taunts only excited me further.

"She doesn't need you, and she sure as hell doesn't want you. Louise will prioritize Tony and his massive tool over you and your pathetic excuse of a dick."

The pain hit me hard then, and I didn't quite know how to feel about it. Hearing a beautiful girl, the first I had found interesting in years, reduce me to a nothing, while I was tonguing her pussy, made a big jolt of electricity shoot through my body. The shame was almost too much, and yet there was nothing I could do about it. It felt oddly freeing.

"Tony can satisfy her more than you'll ever be able to. Look at him, and compare your dick with his," Emily said, still speaking French.

"No," I protested weakly. "Louise loves me."

Emily laughed. "If she does, why is she constantly with another man, letting him use her? Why is she ignoring you, letting you eat his cum out of another woman's pussy? Face it, Johnny. You're not good enough for her."

My cock throbbed painfully as Emily degraded me. Her words cut deep, but there was something about the way she said them that made them seem true. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. Deep down, I knew she was right. No! Not in a million years.

It felt so incredibly unfair that Tony was getting it all and I was the one left behind, humiliated, and not allowed to have my share of the pleasure. Of course, this was what I had sown, but it was still unfair. It's hard to admit, but Emily's words hurt me, they really did.

"Why... are you mocking me?" I gasped, responding to her in French. I wasn't too sure how Louise would feel if she knew what Emily was saying.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Emily said with a grin, gripping me with both hands and pulling me into her. "I talk like this to remind you what you mean to your wife. You will see."

I struggled to concentrate on eating her out at this point. Emily's cruel taunts echoed in my head as I felt her hot hole squeeze around my tongue. It felt so good to taste her, but hearing her words, and knowing that she was right, that I was not as good as Tony, hurt.

"And when you do, I promise you that the one who can pry herself away from his big meat is not Louise, it will be me. And I will be there to comfort and nurture you, letting you seek solace between my young, willing thighs, or you can go full animalistic and take your frustration out on me. Or not. But you won't do it with Louise. I doubt she'll even want to touch you," Emily said, no longer smiling. There wasn't any trace of anger either. Her soft hand was cupping my cheek as if to comfort me, but her words were like daggers.

"She will do everything he says, and heed him even if it contradicts her own husband's words," Emily whispered, biting her lip. I wasn't sure what seemed to turn her on more, demeaning me or Louise. "It will be the same for you. You'll obey Tony's every word because he's better than you. Stronger. Bigger. More dominant."

Emily laughed again, and I couldn't help but feel my ego deflate even more.

"Louise will be so focused on Tony that she won't care about you, even if you'll be begging for her attention. I'll be the one who knows you exist. And I will have such fun playing with you. I can give you everything, guh, everything Louise can, plus more. Deeper, John, deeper," she pleaded.

"What are you guys talking about?" Louise asked, sounding annoyed at us keep talking in a language she didn't understand. Perhaps some jealousy. But I couldn't reply, as Emily pressed me in harder.

"J-just how much of a slut you are," Emily said, grabbing Louise with her free hand and pulling her down to make out with the blonde teacher. While Louise was the more mature of the two, and on top no less, the battle of the tongues was immediately lost.

Louise's eyes went wide at first, but soon closed as she lost herself in Emily's lips, tongue, and soft caresses. I continued eating Emily out, lapping up her sweet juices as well as Tony's salty ones, hoping to make her feel good. I wanted her to want me, to prove her wrong.

*

"... Je peux tout te donner, guh, tout ce que Louise peut, et plus encore. Plus profondément, John, plus profondément," Emily told John, still talking in French, which Louise had no chance of understanding.

"What are you guys talking about?" Louise asked, sounding annoyed. Perhaps some jealousy. Louise hoped John would be able to reply, but he was beet red and busy eating the young teen's ruined pussy

"J-just how much of a slut you are," Emily said, then surprised Louise by grabbing her with her free hand and pulling her down to make out with the blonde teacher.

Again did Louise got a lesson in how good of a kisser Emily was. God, she was a natural, and it took all of Louise's willpower not to just roll over and let Emily have her way with her. No doubt that was Emily's intention, but Louise would have none of that. She was obviously flirting with John, trying to steal him away from under her nose. Why else would Emily choose to talk in a language Louise didn't understand?

Louise knew Emily was getting to him, that he was very aroused by her comments and dirty talk. No doubt, he loved to be put down like this. A part of her wanted to intervene, to stand up for him, but another part of her, a bigger part, wanted to see how things would play out. So she remained silent, content with kissing Emily while letting them carry on their conversation.

As their lips locked, Louise felt Emily's hand wrap around her neck and gently hold her still so she could do whatever she wanted with Louise's mouth. It was an act of dominance that made Louise groan into the young girl's mouth, sending a shiver down her spine. The French girl was such a natural, and Louise had to admit that it was incredibly hot to see how easily she controlled and dominated John... and herself, of course.

The door to the bathroom went up and slammed shut, letting them know Tony was back from the bathroom. Louise wanted to turn her attention to him again, as she was utterly hooked on his fat meat, but Emily held her still.

Luckily, while Emily ate Louise's lips with utter conviction, did a giant intruder forced itself between the two girls' lips. Louise looked down and saw the massive cockhead push her lips aside as it forced its way. Both girls groaned, and Emily giggled.

"Let's share, Louise," Emily whispered and then leaned forward to give the fat head a little kiss before taking it into her mouth, sucking it.

"Of course," Louise replied, moaning as she licked along the shaft.

Tony started to thrust slowly between the two sets of lips, sliding his thick shaft back and forth between them. He was hard again, and the two women happily serviced him.

"Damn, I could get used to this," Tony grunted as he continued his assault on their mouths. "Two women fighting over my dick, sharing my cum. It's perfect."

Louise was in agreement. This was perfect, and she could imagine doing this with him forever. That realization, however, scared her a little. It was just then she remembered John was still dutifully licking Emily's pussy. She had momentarily forgotten about him, and Louise could feel herself grow embarrassed by that.

She looked over at Emily and saw how the young teen had her eyes closed as she continued to make out with the massive head. She looked so gorgeous, like the most promiscuous young Goddess, and it made Louise's heart race with excitement.

The taste of his cock was intoxicating, and Louise moaned as she ran her tongue along his length, savoring his musky flavor. Feeling it grow, feeling the heat increase, seeing the veins pulse with lust... Louise was in heaven.

It didn't take long before Tony grunted loudly above them, his cock twitching and swelling up. Louise could feel the rush of blood pulsing through his shaft, and she knew he was about to burst.

"Not yet," Tony said, disappointing the two girls by pulling away. "First, I want you to tell John who your pussy belongs to," he said to Louise.

"What?" she asked, surprised.

"Tell him," Tony said firmly.

Louise turned to John who was sitting there, looking dumbfounded, but also incredibly horny. She couldn't believe she had let things get this far, but now there was no turning back. She had to say what Tony wanted her to, even if it hurt John.

"My pussy belongs to Tony," Louise said, trying to sound as confident as possible, even if she felt a bit weird about saying it out loud. "His cock is so much better than yours, John."

"Good, now apologize for not giving him the attention he deserves," Tony continued.

"I'm sorry, John. You know how much I love you, but I can't help myself. I need his big cock in me," Louise said, biting her lip. She could tell John was hurt by her words, but he was also incredibly aroused. "But don't worry, I'll make it up to you later, okay?"

"No, you won't," Tony grunted, guiding Emily's mouth down along his shaft. "You'll be too busy taking care of my dick, but John will find something to do. Won't you, John? Having a good time, buddy?" he asked John, his cock disappearing inside Emily's throat, the motion sloppy and loud, causing an audible squelching sound as his large head stretched her throat wide.

"I..." John began, but then just nodded. Louise hated herself for thinking it, but it was honestly hard to respect him right now. Why did he have to act like such a little boy? Couldn't he at least try to stand up to Tony?

"I know you like being degraded, John. It's okay," Tony said. "I'll take care of your wife and Emily, too."

"Thank you," John said, his voice weak. Louise felt sorry for him, but she knew that she needed Tony. He was right, she would be too busy taking care of his cock to worry about John, and she couldn't deny that she was okay with that. And even thanking him? What was happening?

Tony pushed Louise down beneath his heavy plums and positioned her mouth right at his asshole. Without even having to tell her, Louise leaned in, letting her tongue slide into the dark hole. His heavy balls were resting on her chin as she buried her face in his ass, licking and tonguing him.

It was quite a feat as Tony started to buck. She could hear Emily groaning as Tony pumped his hips, pushing his cock deep into her throat. Louise moaned as she felt the weight of his balls press down upon her, the sensation of them bouncing against her chin sending shivers through her body. She felt so slutty having his big, hairy nuts resting and pulsing against her face like this.

Tony grunted loudly when Louise suddenly, on her own volition, slid her tongue inside his asshole. The married blonde teacher moaned as she explored the tight hole. She couldn't believe how much she loved the taste of Tony's ass. It was so naughty, and she couldn't get enough of it.

She suddenly remembered again that John was in the room, and was momentarily embarrassed by him seeing her like this, but decided to ignore him. If John wasn't man enough to stand up to Tony, he wouldn't complain about what was happening here. Louise knew that Tony was right, that John got off on being degraded and used, and she was more than willing to provide that for him.

"That feels so good," Tony groaned, grabbing Louise by the back of her head and pulling her in even deeper into his crack.

Louise felt a rush of excitement run through her body at that, knowing she was pleasing him so well. She moaned as she pushed her tongue deeper inside his tight hole, swirling it around as she continued to pleasure him. The sounds of Emily gagging on his meat filled the room as Louise buried herself as far as she could go into Tony's musky ass.

"You're a dirty whore, Louise," Tony said, his voice low and deep as he continued to fuck Emily's throat. "Eating my ass like that. I bet you wish you could do this all day."

Louise moaned in response, knowing that he was right. She did want to eat his ass all day long. Was there an absurd world out there where Louise could both get fucked by him and rim him? And blow him? All at the same time? Louise's mind was derailing and spinning out of control.

"Yeah, I thought so," Tony grunted, pulling Louise away from his ass. "But it's time to get back to work."

Louise moaned as she felt his cockhead slide against her lips, demanding entrance into her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the warm meat entering and sludging into her mouth. It tasted so good.

"Look at me," Tony demanded. Louise obeyed, looking up at him. "You're my slut, right?"

Louise nodded as well as she could with a strong shaft lodged in her mouth. She was his slut. His whore. Nothing mattered more than his big cock.

"Good. I want to fully own you. And to prove that you're mine, I want to decide what you're going to wear next week. At work, I mean. At home, you'll wear nothing, you'll stay nude all the time, as I need you to be ready for whenever I come over to fuck the shit out of you. But at work, you're going to wear something for me."

Louise looked up at him, unsure of how to respond. She didn't think she should say yes, but she also knew that if Tony wanted something, he would get it. She was too weak to deny him, and she didn't want to either.

"And I want you to ignore John completely tonight. He doesn't exist to you for the rest of the evening. The only thing you should think about is making me happy. Understood?"

Louise would've stopped bobbing if it wasn't for the hand guiding her. The balls on this guy! How dare he speak like this about her husband? With him in the room, no less.

But she couldn't help herself. Tony was turning her on so much, and she was already so worked up from everything that had happened. She couldn't stop sucking, couldn't stop worshiping him.

She also couldn't help but feel that John somehow deserved a bit of punishment. If he could flirt with that French brat and exclude Louise by talking in another language, then she could do the same to him. He wasn't even worth mentioning.

"Say it," Tony demanded, no doubt wanting John to hear the words from his own wife.

"Yes," Louise breathed. "I'll do whatever you want, Tony."

"Tell John, and then with both my ass and cock on your breath, give him a goodbye kiss."

Louise hesitated but complied, leaning over to John. His eyes were wide and filled with lust and confusion. He looked so small and pathetic when he sat there, his cock throbbing, desperate to be touched. Louise could barely remember how it felt to have him inside of her. Why did he have to be so inadequate?

"John," Louise said. "Tony is going to come up with some cute outfits for me to wear at school. I think it will be fun to show off what he owns."

"But Louise," John started. "Why-"

"Shh," Louise said, putting her finger to his lips. "I want this. And I think you want it too. I'm your wife, and if Tony wants to dress me up or undress me, then I'm going to let him. Now give me a kiss."

John hesitated, no doubt knowing that meant that he was out of the picture again. For tonight. But then he leaned in, giving Louise a kiss. His lips were warm, and he tasted salty, no doubt from Emily's pussy. It was an odd sensation, but Louise didn't mind it.

"Now sit still and watch," Louise said. "You might learn something."

"Louise, isn't this a bit too far?" John asked, hoping his wife would see the light. "You're degrading me in front of everyone. He wants you to ignore me for pity's sake!"

"And you love it," Louise said, then turned back to Tony. Away from her husband, her significant other, whom she was to ignore for the rest of the evening. She had never done anything like that before, and it was odd to be this assertive. She had to admit it felt good, though.

She opened her mouth and took Tony's heavy balls into her mouth, letting them rest on her tongue as she sucked and slobbered on them. Tony groaned, clearly enjoying her efforts, and she could feel his cock pulse with lust against her face. He was so big and powerful, and she wanted to give him everything he wanted. He deserved it.

"That's it," Tony grunted, pulling himself away from Louise. "You ready?"

"Yes," Louise breathed. "I need it."

"Emily, get on the bed on all fours. Louise, you are going to be next to her. I wanna fuck you both up the ass," Tony said.

The two girls did as they were told, moving into position. Louise felt butterflies in her stomach as she waited in anticipation.

"Louise," John tried, but Louise forced herself not to look at him. She hated herself for doing it, but she had to obey Tony. Her ass was in the air, her legs spread wide to offer her tight hole up for Tony. Her asshole suddenly felt something large and blunt press against it, and she shuddered with excitement. She looked over at Emily and saw that the young French girl was tentatively paying attention.

"Take it, take it all," Tony growled as he pushed forward, forcing his big cock into her.

"Oh my god!" Louise cried out as her hole was stretched open by the massive intruder. "It's so big! So deep!"

"Relax and breathe," Tony grunted as he slowly pushed further in. "Good girl."

"Thank you, thank you," Louise panted. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be filled up like this. His big cock was splitting her open, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Heh, why are you thanking me?" Tony asked surprised, stinging her ass with a hard slap.

"For using me like this," Louise panted. "For treating me like your slut."

"I can't believe you are thanking me for being used," Tony laughed. "You're one crazy slut."

"Yes! I'm your slut, your whore! Just please, keep using me," Louise pleaded, desperate for more of his fat meat.

"Of course, babe," Tony said, then slapped her ass again. "John, hand me a belt," he then commanded. "It's time I show this little bitch who she belongs to."

John, still in a daze, handed him the belt without saying a word. Louise moaned as Tony pulled back and started thrusting into her. She could feel the fat cock slide in and out of her tight hole, stretching her open.

"Oh my god, this is insane," Louise panted, struggling to cope with the size of him. "It's so big!"

"You're so tight," Tony grunted. "I'm gonna make you mine, Louise."

Louise moaned as Tony continued to fuck her ass. It felt so good, so intense, and she didn't know how long she would be able to take it.

Suddenly, she felt something hard and leathery smack down on her ass. She yelped in surprise and pain, but the pleasure that followed was even greater. A strong, intense sting filled her body, and she moaned loudly as Tony kept on thrusting into her ass.

"Do you like that?" Tony asked.

"Yes! Yes! Do it again!" Louise gasped, moaning loudly as Tony kept on spanking her ass with the belt. The sting was intense, but it felt so good at the same time. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she couldn't get enough of it.

"Take it!" Tony growled, spanking her again. "You're my bitch now!"

"I am! I'm your bitch! Use me! Use me however you want!" Louise cried out. She was lost in pleasure, lost in the sensation of his cock stretching her ass and his belt marking her ass cheeks red.

"Good girl," Tony grunted, then continued welting her ass.

"Oh my god, I think I'm going to cum," Louise moaned as Tony kept on fucking her.

"Yeah? You like to get whipped while getting your ass fucked?" Tony asked.

"Yes! Yes! I love it!" Louise cried out, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside of her. "I'm gonna cum! Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!"

"You're such a slut," Tony said, then delivered a hard slap to her ass. "Go on then, cum for me."

Louise's body tensed up as she came, her ass squeezing tightly around his cock. She moaned loudly as the waves of pleasure washed over her, making her mind go blank. Her body tried to push Tony out, but he just kept pounding her tight hole.

"That's it, keep cumming," Tony grunted as he kept on thrusting into her tight ass. Louise screamed, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. "Good girl," Tony grunted, then pushed himself all the way inside of her. Louise cried out as he filled her up completely, his cock buried deep in her ass. He stayed there for a moment, letting his cock pulse inside of her, no doubt needing to calm himself.

After a few moments, Tony started to pull out of her. Louise moaned as his thick shaft slid out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used.

"That was amazing," Tony said, his voice low and husky.

"Yeah," Louise breathed, still struggling to catch her breath. "It was."

Louise drifted off for a bit, feeling utterly spent. Not for long, though, as she suddenly heard Emily's whimpers as Tony had found his way behind her, making Louise glance over at them.

"Oh fuck," Emily moaned, her face contorted in pleasure. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, Tony!"

Tony grunted and slammed his cock deeper into her. The sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the air, as they fucked each other with reckless abandon. It was so hot to watch, and Louise found herself getting aroused again as she watched the young French girl get ravaged by the large bull.

"Yeah, take it all," Tony growled, grabbing Emily's hips and pulling her back against him, forcing his cock even deeper into her tight hole.

"Oh my god, you're so big," Emily moaned, her face flushed and her eyes closed.

Louise then felt a hand on her thigh, gently stroking it. She turned her head and saw John, who looked like he was in a daze. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he seemed desperate for attention. Louise hesitated for a moment, not sure what to do, but then remembered that Tony had told her to ignore him for the rest of the evening. She turned her head away from him, not wanting to look at him.

John sighed and pulled back, clearly disappointed. Louise felt bad for him, but she didn't want to disobey Tony. He was in control now, and she was going to do whatever he wanted her to.

"I'm close," Tony grunted, his thrusts growing faster. "Where do you want me to finish?"

"Ugh, Tony, guh, I want you in my ass first," Emily grunted. "Ruin my butt!"

"Say it in French," Tony demanded.

Emily did as he asked, her voice filled with lust and desire. "Baisez mon cul, s'il vous plaît!"

"Fuck yes," Tony groaned. "That's right. I'll destroy that ass," he said, pulling out before aligning the tip of his cock at her other entrance. "Get ready."

Emily reached down and spread her ass cheeks, opening herself up for his assault. Tony grinned and slowly pushed his cock into her, working his girth into her tight entrance.

Emily winced in pain but moaned as Tony worked his cock deeper and deeper into her. Her flesh stretched around his shaft as he slowly inched his way inside her. She was taking every inch, and when Tony finally bottomed out, Louise could hear the lewd, sloppy noises as she tried to cope and stretch around his enormous shaft.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Tony groaned, pulling back a little, before sinking back in, her tender asshole straining around his shaft. "Fucking French slut."

"Y-yes. Ugnh... Yes. Baise-moi!" Emily grunted, her body shaking with pleasure.

"I love that French shit," Tony grunted, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose as he savored the sensations. He was really holding himself back, taking care not to ruin Emily too badly as his powerful hips pistoned his huge meat in and out of the young girl. It was obvious he had wrecked a few women, and no doubt he had planned the same fate for Emily.

It didn't take long before Emily came, her body tensing up as she screamed in pleasure. She was cumming hard, and her ass was clenching around Tony's cock, milking him.

"That's it, cum for me," Tony grunted, his moves growing erratic. He was close to finishing, too. He kept thrusting his hips into her, his balls slapping against the young French girl's skin. Emily moaned, her whole body shaking.

"Oh god, Tony," she gasped. "Please... cum. In my ass. Please. Do it. Please!"

"Oh fuck," Tony groaned, slamming his hips against hers. She was gasping and moaning as he did her so hard. Louise felt sorry for how much he was ruining her, but also could barely restrain her envy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Tony grunted. He was closing his eyes, and his thrusts were growing dangerously reckless. Was this how he treated Louise? Louise was in both shock and awe at this.

Tony then moaned loudly, his body tense as he emptied himself inside the young woman. Thick spurts of warm, gooey cream pumped into her, filling up her ass. She was breathing hard, her whole body trembling with pleasure, and Louise couldn't help but feel that Tony enjoyed wrecking the young girl.

When Tony pulled out of Emily's ruined asshole, she collapsed onto the bed, no doubt spent from her intense orgasm. Tony was breathing heavily, his face flushed and his cock glistening with his and Emily's fluids.

"Here, baby, clean me," he said, leaning up against the headboard, beckoning Louise to follow. She eagerly obeyed, her lips wrapping around his shaft. She licked and sucked, her tongue swirling around his length.

Emily was shaking uncontrollably, her body trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm. She was breathing heavily, her eyes unfocused. "Fuck," she muttered, a small smile on her lips. "That was amazing."

Tony chuckled, his cock still buried deep inside Louise's mouth. "It sure was."

Louise moaned, savoring the taste of his cock. It tasted of Emily's juices and his own thick cum, but she loved it. It was so good, and she couldn't get enough of it.

"How are you doing, John?" Louise heard Emily ask John. Louise wanted to intervene and tell Emily to stop talking to John, but she didn't want to disobey Tony.

"Let's go get a shower. You can soap me up and wash me," Tony said, helping Louise up on her feet. Louise knew they were trying to separate them, but she was too weak to do anything about it. She didn't want to fight with Tony, or Emily for that matter.

*

"Come, baby," Emily whispered. I looked at her and found her beautiful face. It wasn't hostile or mocking; she looked so soft and understanding. Louise had been asked by Tony to ignore me, and honestly, I thought it was way too far. Apparently, Louise didn't share that opinion.

I followed Emily as she led me out of the bedroom, her hand gently guiding me. I was still in a bit of a daze, and I felt very confused about everything that had happened.

"That's enough," she mumbled, guiding me toward the door.

"Hey, Em, stay. I need to hear that French shit again," Tony demanded.

Emily didn't even look at him; she just guided me away. She had been quiet for the duration, but apparently, she took pity on me. "They can go on for hours, but I think you have had enough for tonight," she said as we went out into the hallway, her closing the door behind her.

"I know, John," Emily said as we entered the hallway. She closed the door behind us and turned towards me. "It can be scary, seeing your wife with another man. But isn't this what you wanted?"

"I do. I mean, it is. But it is developing into something way beyond what I imagined. I'm honestly down for most of it, but I... I just want to be included. It's like I'm barely present. It's like... like I'm not important to her anymore," I whined like a petulant child, feeling silly for venting to this girl who was ten years younger than me. I didn't really know her that much, to be honest.

"She doesn't realize how lucky she is. I mean, is there anything you wouldn't let her do?" Emily asked. It sounded rhetorical, but I replied either way.

"Yeah. I'd hate it if she let him finish inside her. That is, like, the last thing. We're trying for a family, so her letting him go bare is really stretching it," I said. Emily didn't respond right away, just pulled lightly at my hand to follow her, which I did.

"Well, those are dangers when you let another man have your wife," Emily admitted.

"But you seem to be able to control yourself," I complained, hoping that Louise would show some of the same restraint.

"I do," Emily said. "Because I got my priorities straight. Louise isn't the same. She's weak. She likes to be dominated and controlled. She needs it. To me, sex can be loving, yes, but also fun. And it didn't look like you were having fun anymore."

I slumped down in the sofa with a heavy sigh. Emily sat down next to me, taking my hands.

I groaned in frustration. Emily's words cut deep, but I knew she was right. I couldn't deny it any longer, especially after seeing her so eagerly obey Tony. From the stories to seeing it myself, I realized it was a losing battle. But I just wanted to be in on it, to be able to partake. It was supposed to be a mutual experience, but it simply wasn't.

"I, for one, think you're great. Tony is good, yes, but a bit meh. In the long run, you grow bored."

"You do?" I asked in disbelief. "I mean, thank you. It's kind of you."

We sat in silence for a bit before Emily spoke up.

"Y'know, of all the people who were in on the fun, you were not one of them," Emily said. "I said before that I would be here to comfort and nurture you, letting you seek solace between my young, willing thighs. Or to let you take your frustration out."

"Erh," I said. It tingled me, but I sort of needed to just get down to where the sounds from the bedroom wouldn't be so intrusive. "Thanks."

"You don't need to thank me, John," Emily said. "But you can do something else for me. For us, I mean."

I looked at her, a bit confused. She then guided one of my hands toward her crotch.

"Well, but I meant more for being understanding," I explained as she used her other hand to pull me on top of her as she leaned back on the couch. On instinct, in need, in lack of comfort, but in desperate need for it, I followed her.

"I can be very understanding," Emily purred. "Come here, John," she said. "Let me give you a kiss."

I was hesitant at first, but she was so hot, and I was so horny. I couldn't resist her. And besides, if Louise didn't care about me, then why not?

Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted sweet. It felt good to kiss her, and I lost myself in the moment. I crashed down on her and moaned into her mouth, and soon after, her tongue slipped past my lips, exploring my mouth. Without fully noticing it, I had my pants halfway down to my knees and I felt her hands grip my ass tightly, as she pulled me towards her. My cock brushed against her inner thigh and a involuntarily gasp escaped my lips.

"Are you going to fuck me, Johnny?" Emily purred against my lips. "Pry my thighs wide and stop being the modest husband and destroy this young, tight pussy?"

I didn't reply, I simply grunted something unintelligible. Emily giggled.

"Good boy," she said, pulling me closer. My cock slid between her legs, and I gasped as the tip brushed against her wet flesh. "I'm ready for you," she said, her voice laced with desire. "Go on, take me, John. Punish me for being so naughty, claim my pussy."

My cock throbbed in anticipation, as I guided it towards her entrance. I could feel her fingers digging into my back. Emily let out a gasp, which turned into the most satisfied, ego-stroking moan I had ever heard when I pushed inside of her.

Emily whimpered with pleasure, her body arching and rocking as I plunged into her. She was pretty stretched out by Tony, yet she was so incredibly responsive, still tight and soft. It felt incredible, and my eyes were locked on the sight of her slick hole wrapping around my cock.

Emily let out another pleasured sigh. I was worried, almost ashamed, about how much control the small teenager was gaining on me, and by her knowing that I was very far under her spell, she held all the cards.

"O-oh god, oh yeah. Oh," she moaned softly, biting her lower lip as my cock penetrated her deeply. "Such a good, good boy, Johnny. Want to be a good boy for me? Are you going to be a good boy?"

It was such an absurd thing for her to call me boy, to call me Johnny, when I was a married adult, and she was just a frisky nineteen-year-old girl. And yet I loved it. I loved the way she talked to me, the way she called me 'boy', like I was some eager young thing and not the thirty-year-old married man I was. Or perhaps she saw right through my thin veneer of confidence and maturity and saw that I was nothing more than a horny young boy, eager to please.

"Oh yeah, take me, Johnny," Emily moaned, her body tensing. Her muscles clenched, and she let out a loud gasp, her breath catching in her throat. A low, guttural noise came from the depths of her throat, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "Your own wife prefers Tony over you! Doesn't that piss, guh, doesn't that piss you off?"

"Yeah," I grunted, the anger burning inside me. For once, I didn't feel like the third wheel, but the center of this perky teen's pleasure. I was going to cum soon, as I was already so riled up from the evening as a whole, from a long time in torturous celibacy, and it was going to be glorious.

Emily felt heavenly under me. No other woman had been like this. The heat coming off her made me feel intoxicated, and her eyes were burning with desire, telling me not to stop, no matter how good and tight she was, and how insane I went.

"Who's a good boy?" Emily grunted, her hands gripping my butt tightly. "You are, that's right. Good, little stud. F-fuhhh, fuck!"

"I-I'm going to cum," I warned. "I'm about to cum!"

"Ooh, cum for me, Johnny. Do it. Do it in my tight, French pussy," Emily groaned, her body quivering in ecstasy.

I couldn't hold back anymore. My cock throbbed and pulsed, erupting deep inside her, my seed shooting into her. It felt amazing, her hot flesh wrapped tightly around my cock, milking every drop of cum from me.

"Fuuuck..." I groaned, my body tensing up as I shot my load.

Emily's fingers were digging into my back, her nails leaving little red marks across my flesh. She cried out with pleasure, her pussy clenching around my cock, her muscles tightening. Her body trembled as her orgasm took hold, her pussy walls quivering around me, causing my cock to jerk and spurt even more inside of her.

I moaned against Emily's soft skin. Our bodies were tangled together, the smell of sex filling the air. My hips were still moving slowly, riding out the waves of orgasm. Emily's moans slowly faded, and the room fell into silence.

"There we go," Emily said, cupping my cheek and pulling me up toward her for a kiss. "Good boy," she said softly. "Mm, yeah."

For a moment, I stared down at her. Not just her, but also my craft. My handiwork, if you will. Her face was flushed, her eyes gleaming with desire. She looked radiant, her skin glowing. Her lips were parted slightly, her tongue peeking out between them. I couldn't resist the temptation and lowered my lips down to meet hers. Our lips met, the softness sending a tingle down my spine. She let out a soft moan, her hands snaking up to my back, pulling me deeper.

After a long, blissful moment, we broke apart, gasping for air. We were both breathing heavily, our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. Emily giggled, her fingers tracing a line of sweat down the side of my chest.

"That was amazing," Emily said. "You see? A wife should empower their partner. I can both humiliate you and worship you."

"Damn," was all that I managed to say.

"You got that right," Emily said, nuzzling into my neck, kissing me so that it tickled, only to lick from the nape of my neck to my earlobe. "And now you have me all to yourself."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just lay there, enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed against mine. She seemed content to lie there as well, and we remained like that for a while, our bodies intertwined. The silence was only broken by the occasional moan and grunt coming from the bedroom upstairs.

"They are still at it," Emily said after a while.

"I'm not sure why a nineteen-year-old girl is looking out for me more than my own wife."

"Oh, I can think of a reason," Emily said, stroking my cheek gently, letting the hints lie just beneath the surface of her voice. "I don't think you can think of Louise as fully your wife anymore. She belongs more to Tony than you now. Do you disagree?"

"No," I said sadly.

Emily smiled, in no hurry to kick me off of her and join the party upstairs. Neither did they come down to retrieve us.

"See? You're smarter than you look," she said, leaning in and kissing my cheek softly. "Now, let's have a drink. And you want to be included? I have videos of the promiscuity from that motel weekend. Close-ups and everything. You can see it all. Louise might have forgotten to include you, but I didn't."