But Why Him? Pt. 01

"But why him?" Paige asked her husband, confounded by what he had just admitted.

"I don't know... I can't control it..." David answered. From the look on her face, it definitely wasn't enough of an explanation.

David was shocked to be having this conversation with his wife. It was one he never thought he'd be having with her. Especially now at the beginning of summer.

It started when he was younger. He had this fantasy of his girlfriend engaging in a bit of exhibitionism for other men. It began with him imagining his first girlfriend dancing for a group of men who would watch but never touch. He never told any of, but it affected his porn habit.

He would watch cuck videos or read voyeurism stories online, and this little fantasy sort of expanded. He began to imagine each of his girlfriends in increasingly compromising positions. He never told any of them about it; it was a fantasy just for himself.

Then he met Paige, the love of his life. They met at a club one night, Paige's large 34F breasts an obvious attraction. As were her passion-filled brown eyes, her long, luscious brown hair, and her pretty pink lips. She was, by all accounts, a smoke show. David was no slouch either. Six feet one with broad shoulders, his brown hair was thinning, but he had a strong jawline and cute brown eyes.

But he loved her for more than her looks. Her kind heart, passionate voice, and intelligence all formed the perfect woman for him. They dated for a few years until he popped the question. Now at 33, they're married and are planning to start a family together. Over time, the passion they feel for each other hasn't dimmed, and he wouldn't change a thing about their life together.

Paige is a teacher and wants to have the kids next summer, so she doesn't miss the entire year. Until recently, she was on the pill, she read how it can take several months for a woman to return to a regular menstrual cycle. She hopes to get pregnant in October, so we'll have the kid next July.

Paige and David's sex life is quite active, especially for a married couple of 5 years. For a while, Paige quenched David's strange voyeurism fantasy. But it came back recently.

They moved into their newest home almost 2 years ago now. It was when they met their neighbor, Hank, that David's fantasies resurfaced.

Hank was an old man, probably early 60s. He had a head of dark grey hair with a prominent bald spot, a grizzled jaw with a five o'clock shadow, a rapidly wrinkling face, and a beer gut. He had never married and had made a small fortune in real estate.

But Hank was also a creep, Paige and David agreed on that. He would leer at Paige, look down at her breasts constantly, and on the few occasions he had Paige alone, he had tried to flirt with her.

"Ugh, he's such a creep!" David remembered Paige complaining early that first year as she walked in from the backyard in a tiny white bikini.

"Who is?" David asked.

"Hank!" She answered.

"What did he say?" David replied.

"He told me how good I look in this bikini and that if I were his wife, he wouldn't let me out of the bedroom!" She angrily recounted.

"Well... that's not so bad..." He told her.

"Ugh, it's a disgusting way to talk to your married neighbor!" She replied. "I couldn't see him staring at my chest and grabbing the bulge in his shorts where he obviously keeps a sock."

"You've looked at his bulge?" David asked.

"I-I... it's completely obvious." She answered a little flustered. "Have you not noticed it? It pokes out of his pants pretty obviously. It's not like it's actually that big, he has to stuffing to attract women. Like anyone would ever be attracted to a creepy old man like him!"

David's fantasy came back in a big way after that day. He began to imagine Paige with Hank of all people. The way he looked at her, with no regard for decency, made David imagine them together. He would watch from the second floor whenever Paige was outside sunbathing. Hank would be out shortly, and David watched their short interactions. Even from above, he could see the way he looked at her and the way he clearly adjusted his bulge, an obvious boner growing.

His fantasy began to infect his mind. Even when having sex with Paige, he began to imagine her with Hank. His porn habit came back too. He read stories, saw pictures, and watched videos. He saved his favorites in a folder on their shared laptop. He had named the folder "Taxes 2020", and since he was an accountant and handled their taxes, he assumed Paige would never find it. He was wrong.

It had been a rainy July day, and Paige was off work for the summer. She decided to be productive today and clean the laptop of any unnecessary items. When she found David's porn stash she was a little surprised. She was hurt at first, thinking she wasn't enough for him, that he had to go elsewhere to fulfill himself sexually.

But once she started going through the files, she began to understand. It wasn't that she wasn't enough; it was simply a fantasy of his that he was too embarrassed to share. She imagined she was a part of the fantasy, that he imagined she was in these pictures and stories.

The idea started to grow on her. The picture and stories were definitely enjoyable, and she felt herself getting hot as she read them. She decided to talk to David about it and whether he wanted her to fulfill that fantasy. She thought about it, and she might be up to some light, playful voyeurism. Sex was off the table but maybe a blowjob if they found the right guy.

"Hey, babe!" David said as he walked through the front door after a long day at work.

"Hey, baby, how was your day?" Paige asked, sitting on the couch, a glass of red wine in her hand.

"Oh, same old, same old." He answered. "Is there any more wine left?"

"Ya, I left it on the counter for you." She replied as David went to the kitchen.

"So, how was your day?" He asked.

"Interesting... do you know what I found in the 'Taxes 2020' folder?" She asked.

David's face went pale at the mentioning of that folder. "Umm... what?" He asked as he finished pouring the wine.

"Baby... it's ok if you look at porn." She told him.

"It is?" He replied, feeling himself relax a bit as he walked towards

"Of course." She answered as he sat down next to her. "At first, I was a little upset. But I get it, you have a little fantasy."

"Ya, that's all it is. It's just a fantasy." He told her, feeling relieved at how cool Paige was being.

He put down the wine and kissed her lips, relishing his beautiful wife's understanding. He leaned back against the couch, and Paige cuddled up next to him, her head on his shoulder.

"Have you ever imagined me in this fantasy?" She asked coyly.

"Umm... yes." He admitted, knowing Paige can read him like a book.

"So, would you want me to, you know, fulfill it?" She pushed.

"Babe, you don't have to do that. You are enough for me." He told her.

"I know, but maybe I want to." She replied.

David's eyes lit up as she said that. "Really?" He said, half expecting her to stay, just kidding.

"Ya... I mean, I wouldn't sleep with anyone, but a little fooling around never hurt anyone." She responded.

"Oh my god... yes!" He enthusiastically replied. "That would be the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me!"

"Hehe!" Paige giggled at her husband's evident excitement. "Did you have anyone in mind. Like a friend, or do you want it to be a complete stranger?"

There was a long moment of silence. Paige felt her husband gulp and his body stiffen. She pushed off his chest to look him in the eyes, as there was suddenly an uncomfortable air in the room. She eyed him suspiciously, knowing he had thought about this and definitely had someone in mind, but for some reason didn't want to say it.

"What is it?" Paige asked.

"Nothing..." David lied. "I think we should find a complete stranger."

"There's something you're not telling me." She responded.

"Huh..." He exhaled, knowing there was no use hiding it from her, but also that this wasn't going to be easy to say. "The person I've imagined you with is... ummm... Hank." He slowly said, dropping his head as soon as they were out of his mouth.

Paige's eyes widen in shock and horror. "Hank? Our neighbor Hank?!?" Paige asked, and David could only shake his head yes. "Eewwww, that creep of a neighbor."

"I know it's strange." David replied, his head still down in shame as Paige shook hers in disbelief.

"But why him?" She asked.

"I don't know... I can't control it..." David answered.

Paige stood and looked down at her husband, crossing her arms over her chest. She felt dirty just discussing Hank with her husband.

"Be honest, you do have some control. So, why him of all people?" She asked.

"I guess, the way he looks at you with desire. Like you're all he ever wanted." He admitted like a child getting in trouble. "He's disgusting and perverted, which makes it so wrong... but that only makes it hotter to me."

"Ugh, this is way more fucked up than I originally thought..." She told him, rubbing her bridge of her nose with her right hand.

David stood up and hugged his wife. "I know, and you don't have to do any of it. I love you and that's all that matters." He replied.

She looked up at him, studying his face. "I know and I want to fulfill your fantasy, but I don't think I can."

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The next morning, Paige stepped outside into a beautiful Northern California summer day. Not too hot, not too cold. The sun was shining and barely a cloud in sight--a truly spectacular day.

After a day inside, it was nice to be outside. Their backyard was medium-sized with a small pool and a grassy area. Paige wished for a flower garden, but it took too much effort in upkeep. The bouquets that David would constantly get her would have to do.

She grabbed their mower, the lawn needed a cut. There wasn't a lot to do outside, but it beat staying inside all day. She started the gas mower, the loud noise surely waking all her neighbors up. She began pushing up and down the grass area in a symmetrical pattern.

Her mind drifted as she worked. She obviously thought about her conversation with her husband and his odd fantasy. She could wrap her head around the exhibitionism and even the voyeurism. But with Hank, of all the people on the planet, made her skin crawl, think that's what her husband wanted, or even fantasized about.

"Mornin' neighbor!" Hank said, leaning against their shared fence.

He had snuck up while she was deep in thought. He appreciated the time she took to look good, even on days when she was just staying home. He watched her for a moment, her leggings stretched around her fine ass, her flat stomach so taut, and those giant jiggling breasts. Hank wanted her so bad, he could feel his cock hardening in his shorts from just watching her.

"Oh!" Paige replied, surprised to see the man who had created such tension in her house. "Hi Hank! You really snuck up on me!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle such a pretty thing like yourself." He responded with a toothy grin.

Paige cringed internally at him calling her pretty. But a salacious idea popped into her mind, one she suspected might drive her husband wild.

"It's okay, but you sure know how to get a girl's heart rate up." She said with just a hint of flirtatious energy.

"I may have a trick or two up my sleeve." He replied with a small grin on his face.

"Oh, so you have more than just one way of scaring me." She responded, eyeing the old man up.

"Hehe, not exactly..." He answered, adjusting the bulge in his pants.

Paige's skin crawled, but she maintained her outward composure, thinking only about her husband. "What do you mean by that?" She replied, raising an eyebrow at her elderly neighbor.

"You'll find out one day..." He said, his words dripping with sexual innuendo. "You know, with you having the summer off and being all alone in that big house, you could come over and spend some time with me."

"Oh? And what would we do?" She asked, her mind disgusted, but her body maintaining a flirtatious stance.

"We could work on getting that heart rate up." He answered, his flirting crude and obvious.

Paige's stomach turned, and she couldn't take much more of this. "Well, thank you for the offer, but I'll have to take a rain check." She responded, plastering the fakest smile on her face. "I should head inside."

Hank watched Paige's swaying hips and ass intently as she sauntered inside. She had never flirted back with him, which to him meant she was finally giving in to him. He thought it was only a matter of time until he was stretching her tight young pussy out.

Paige cringed once she got inside, her body felt gross. David had better like what she did today, or else. She needed a shower, her body feeling dirty from her flirting with her neighbor.

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Paige took a deep breath. She looked at herself in the mirror, her makeup was perfect, and her long brown hair was that ideal mix of manicured and messy. She had on a light pink teddy, which was nearly see-through and cupped her breasts nicely. She put on a smile as she heard her husband get into bed just outside.

As she got further away from flirting with Hank, Paige was able to calm herself. She knew her husband would enjoy himself, hearing about her naughty conversation. She was actually excited to tell her husband. She wondered how he would react.

Paige decided to wait until after dinner, waiting for bed to get naughty with her husband. It was hard not to tell him, knowing it would bring a smile to his face. She could feel David's nerves throughout the day, knowing his confession yesterday had frightened her. She played along for a little longer, letting him think she was still mad at him.

Opening the bathroom door, she straightened herself up and puffed her chest out proudly. She stepped out and leaned against the bathroom doorframe, facing towards their bed. She saw her husband, shirtless in bed, just getting comfortable. His eyes widened as he saw her in the teddy, a small smile coming across his face.

"I thought you were mad at me?" He asked, sitting up in bed.

"I was... but maybe I see the appeal now." She responded.

"Y-you do?" He replied, his voice shaky as his arousal rose.

"Mmhmm." She agreed, taking her first step towards the bed. "I had a little conversation today..."

"Conversation? With who?" He asked, curious about his wife's change.

"Hank." She answered and let the word hang in the air for a moment. She watched her husband's face and saw a shocked look, she could see he was at a loss for words. "I went outside to mow the lawn today, and he came out."

"Wha... what did you guys talk about?" He asked as Paige got on the bed and began crawling towards him.

"Nothing much... just about how to get our heart rates going." She said the sexual innuendo was not lost on David.

"Wha..." David couldn't think straight, his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Between his wife's story and her swinging breasts, he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

Paige waited until she got closer to David so that she could whisper the next part in his ear. "He even invited me over and implied he wanted to fuck me..." She said, pressing her curving body against him. She could feel his boner straining in his pyjama pants.

"He did what?" He replied, not sure if it pissed him off or turned him on.

"He said he wanted to get my heart rate going. There's no other way to take that, especially from a dirty old man." She replied, nibbling on his earlobe and grinding her body against his.

"How did you respond?" He asked, his breathing becoming erratic as his wife turned him on beyond what he thought was possible.

"I told him we'd do it another time..." Paige answered, pulling away to look her husband in the eyes.

She barely had time to react when her husband cupped her face and captured her lips in a kiss. She sank into him, enjoying the soft lips of her husband, and his hands reached down and squeezed her breasts.

"I need you now!" He sternly told her.

Paige saw her husband's lust-filled eyes. It gave her a chill as he pushed her onto her back beside him. He then got up, pushing the covers off himself, and got over Paige, kissing her again. She had never seen him so horned up and all over a bit of flirting.

He pulled her top down, revealing her breast. Her nipples were already rock hard as his hands continued to caress them. Her hands went down and pulled his pyjamas down, and his cock sprang free. He was already rock hard and throbbing as she jerked him with his hands.

Paige reached down with her other hand and moved her panties out of the way, lining her husband's cock up with her insides. She was surprised by her wetness. While she knew her husband would be excited, she hadn't expected herself to get worked up. She was just responding to her husband and his lustful stares, his greedy hands, and his hard cock.

"Ooohhh ya!" She moaned as her husband pressed into her with a quick and powerful thrust.

They stopped kissing and just looked at each other. David was already fucking her with wild abandonment, her balls tight already. There was no warmup tonight. Paige's teasing story had already worked him into a frenzy. He looked down at her with amazement that she had flirted with the old bastard, for her was the hottest thing anyone had done for him.

Paige could feel her husband's nicely shaped penis working itself inside her. He didn't have the biggest cock, but it had a nice curve to it that caused it to hit her G-spot. She closed her eyes and began to moan gently.

"Did he grab himself?" David asked, a bit of sweat forming on his brow.

"Oh! A lot!" She told him. "He kept looking at my chest in my tank top and adjusting himself!"

"Did you enjoy flirting with him?" He replied.

Paige hadn't expected that question. The thought of her enjoying being hit on by such a revolting man was impossible. But she knew how her husband wanted her to answer.

"Mmm... I did!" She told him, moaning her answer to hit him extra hard. "I know I've said he's ugly in the past, but there's something magnetic about him. Maybe I should take him up on his invite, I bet my husband wouldn't even mind..."

David started thrusting into Paige harder than he ever had in his life. The bed squeaked, threatening to give out at any moment, but neither of them cared in the moment. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew she was probably lying just to get a rise out of him. But goddamn, it was working.

The sound of sex filled the married couple's room. Paige's wanton moans mingled with David's grunts of passion. The sound of their bodies slapping together added to the experience, along with the creaking of their bed.

The passion in each of David's strokes had brought Paige to the edge. She met each of his thrusts by lifting her hips, trying to urge him deeper and fill her more. She tipped her head back and looked at the ceiling as they both rapidly approached completion.

"Oh, Paige!" David moaned as he bottomed out inside her, painting her inside white.

"Oh yes!" Paige moaned back, arching her back as she too orgasmed with her husband.

Paige's body shook for a moment as her pussy massaged David's cock, coaxing every last drop of sperm out of him. They both were out of breath and a little sweaty. Neither had lasted very long, but the intensity of their lovemaking was much higher than usual.

David kissed Paige gently and lovingly. Paige cupped his face before he pulled away and off her, lying down satisfied next to his loving wife.

"You were an animal tonight!" Paige commented, rolling onto her side to look at her husband.

"Ya, that story, it's just... fueled me." He replied. "Was it true?"

"Ha... unfortunately, yes." Paige responded.

David turned his head and faced Paige. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." He told her. "You've already done more than I expected."

"I can do a little flirting, especially if it results in that!" She responded.

David leaned in and pecked her on the lips. "You're amazing!"

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Paige put her towel down on the lounger. It was another bright, sunny day, and Paige was outside trying to get a tan on. She wore a revealing orange bikini, her tits barely contained, and her thong wedged between her buttocks.

After last night, the idea of flirting with Hank didn't seem as revolting to her. The passion and excitement her husband had fucked her with made up for any disgusting feeling. With the knowledge of how much her husband had enjoyed hearing about her flirting, so that she could withstand Hank's degrading comments.

Paige was outside today to do a bit of suntanning; her pristine white skin needed a bit of color for her liking. She figured if Hank were home, he'd probably come out and ogle her. She knew that would only arouse her husband, and the fact that she wore a skimpy bikini wouldn't hurt his arousal either.

She sat down on her towel and grabbed her suntan oil. She started with her legs, squirting some on then rubbing it in, her skin shining in the midday sun. She worked her way up her legs, gently massaging the oil into her skin. She eventually got to her stomach, accidentally squirting too much on herself, and was forced to rub in a bit extra.

On cue, she heard Hank's back door open and saw the elderly man shuffle outside. She rolled her eyes, his intentions clear. She imagined he got a kick out of yesterday, both the fact that she flirted back and that she didn't storm away like usual.

"Hiya, sweety!" The old man said as he leaned against their shared fence. "How ya been?"

"Oh, you know, enjoying the summer." She replied, finishing lathering her stomach. "What about you? I've seen you outside quite a bit, enjoy the outdoors while you can?"

"Absolutely!" He replied, his eyes wandering down Paige's body. "I love it when it's this hot out, see all the girlies in their bikinis!"

Paige gave him a side eye. A comment like that would usually cause her to storm off, but instead, she just smirked a little.

"Oh really? You an expert on bikinis?" She joked as she started rubbing oil on her arms. "What do you think of mine?"

"Mmm... it's a very nice color of orange." He replied, Paige feeling his intense stare on her chest.

"You don't think it's too revealing?" She asked, rubbing oil on her shoulders and cleavage, directing his attention to her boobs.

"Maybe for a public space, but for a private area where no one can see and no one would know, it's perfect." He answered.

"Nobody would know what? That I'm wearing a bikini?" She teased at his pathetic flirting.

"A modest woman wouldn't want others to know." He replied.

"Well, clearly, I'm not a modest woman since you've seen me and know I'm wearing a bikini." She responded, still mocking him playfully.

"I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret." He said with a grin.

"Oh, so we have a secret now?" She replied.

"Just a little one, unless you wanna make it a big one?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Paige looked him over. She knew what the old bastard meant, and it was here she reached her limit on flirting with him for the day. It had been easier than the previous day, there were fewer moments where she wanted to puke. She just kept picturing her husband's excited face as they had sex last night, and that relaxed her.

"I think we'll keep it just a little secret..." She told him and flipped onto her back. "... for now."

"Hehe... for now..." He replied with a devilish grin. "Say, do you need someone to put a little oil on your back?" He offered.

Paige froze for a moment. This felt like a huge step, letting Hank touch her. She knew it would probably drive David crazy with lust, but she also knew it would disgust her in the moment. She had to decide if it was worth it. David would enjoy hearing about the flirting she's already done, so she could easily stop here. But the temptation to satisfy her husband's fantasy was strong. Too strong.

"Umm... ya, I could use a hand. Thanks!" She said, gulping a little as he turned and walked around their shared fence.

Fear and trepidation ran through Paige's body as she saw her nasty neighbor stroll into her backyard. He carried himself with an air of confidence, head held high and shit-eating grin on his face. She couldn't help but notice his prominent bulge, still sure he was stuffing something in there. She gulped as he picked up the oil bottle and squirted some on his hands.

'Too late to go back now...' She thought as he put the bottle down and rubbed his hands together for a moment.

"Mmm... you have a very nice back, Paige." Hank said as he kneeled beside her, his tone dripping with vulgar undertones.

Paige felt herself cringe as Hank's hands touched her back. He started near her shoulders, roughly caressing her body, massaging the oil in. Paige could feel her skin crawling wherever Hank's hands went, her stomach in knots as his nasty hands dug into her.

She tried closing her eyes and imagining her husband. But it was no help. She was painfully aware of whose bony fingers were touching her. His gnarly fingers traveled down her back, going under the string of her bra. She felt sick as his finger went to her side, threatening to touch her boobs.

She felt something touch her arm. She opened her eyes and looked down. She froze in horror at what she saw.

Hank had leaned over and pushed his hips forward, which pressed his bulge up against her forearm. Paige was shocked that the old man took such liberties with her. Her mind reeled at what she should do. Should she say something? Push him away? Yell at him?

The ideas quickly ran through her head, but before she could do anything, Hank leaned back up and pulled his bulge away. She knows he was testing the waters, seeing what he could get away with. And the fact that she hadn't done anything, probably meant in his mind she was giving him consent to go further.

"Am I doing it right?" Hank asked.

"Ya... ya, you're doing good..." Paige uttered, trying to hold the bile down.

"Good." He replied, smirking, confusing her trepidation for arousal.

Paige felt a slight relief as his hands went down to her lower back, meaning he was almost finished. But that was only momentarily, as she felt his hands slowly move down towards her ass. She could feel Hank's eyes on her butt and wished she had worn a less revealing bikini. The thonged bikini bottom left little for Hank to imagine. She could feel his eyes devouring her butt, and she began to worry he might go further.

She felt herself cringe as Hank's pinky finger brushed along her bikini bottom. He clearly wanted to grab her ass, and Paige knew she'd puke if he did. His bony hands continued to stroke along her lower back, right at the curve to her buttocks. She could feel his lecherous gaze on her, wanting her so desperately but willing to wait. Luckily, after a couple more rubs along her lower back, he removed his hands.

"There you go, all oiled up for ya!" Hank said, standing up and admiring the lovely wife below him. He knew the dance they were playing, and that for today, he needed to stop if he wanted more in the future.

"Thank you..." Paige replied, putting on a fake smile.

"It was my pleasure!" He replied, his smile sending a shiver of revolt down Paige's spine.

Hank then walked away, the smile quickly falling from Paige's face. She let a whole body cringe, the feel of his hand on her still lingered on her back. She felt used, like she was just a pawn in Hank's sick fantasy. She couldn't believe her husband could want her to do anything with such a vile man.

Unable to relax outside any longer, Paige went inside. She needed a shower to scrub away the dirtiness she felt on her.

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David had a nervous excitement as he pulled into his driveway. After yesterday and Paige's willingness to play with his fantasy, he wondered the entire day if Paige had done it again. Paige had teased him at breakfast, hinting she was going to see her admirer.

Stepping out of his car, he was worried someone might see the tent in his pants. He struggled to keep his raging boner settled as he drove home. He imagined Paige was going to tease him with what she did until bedtime. But he was already so excited to hear all the dirty details of what she did.

But walking into his house, he felt a much different air. There was almost an ominous feeling in the air. Their place was dark and quiet. He called out to Paige but didn't hear a response, only a few muffled sounds from the living room.

Walking into the living room, he saw Paige curled up on the couch in sweats. She had a dejected look on her face and a glass of whiskey in her hand. David could sense the negative energy emanating from her.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, his excitement quickly turning to concern as he walked over and sat next to her, putting his arm around her comfortingly.

"No..." Is all Paige responded with, letting the word hang in the air for a moment as she put the glass down.

"What is it? Are you ok?" He asked, his concern only growing.

Paige turned and looked at her husband, her eyes full of regret. "I-I went outside to flirt w-with... with Hank and..." She struggled to tell David.

"What did he do?" David asked, a strange mix of arousal and anger rising inside him.

"He..." Paige looked away, almost embarrassed that she had allowed him to touch her. "... offered to rub tanning oil on me. And I allowed him to. I know it sounds innocent enough, but it was how he was doing and his nasty hands on my body."

David could feel his cock only getting harder thinking about the scene, but knew he had to comfort Paige. "You did that because of my stupid fantasy." He replied, trying to sound angry with himself. "Paige, look, we can forget about that dumb fantasy now. It's not for us."

While his words were what she wanted to hear, his tone hinted that he might not be telling his genuine opinion. Paige looked up into his eyes and saw a shameful lust behind them. She knew he was lying, but wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"Is that really what you want?" She asked.

"Yes..." David's tone even less convincing.

"Uhh!" He moaned and closed his eyes as Paige reached down and grabbed hold of his raging boner.

"Be honest with me, does it turn you on knowing Hank touched me?" She asked.

David opened his eyes again and looked at Paige. She was shocked as the subtle look of shameful lust was replaced with a raging look of desire. She was taken aback but could feel her own sexual drive feeding off the look.

"I need you! Now!" He said, his words desperate and lustful.

Before Paige could respond, David pushed forward and met her lips with his own. He pushed her down onto her back as they kissed passionately. Their tongues mingled as Paige felt her husband's hard-on press into her sweatpants-covered sex.

Paige had never felt her husband kiss her like this. This animalistic passion fueled it, like he was trying to kiss through her. It awakened something in her as well, her body getting hot as her husband's body pressed her into the couch.

Paige began to unbutton David's shirt as he quickly discarded her pants. Lust and passion had taken control, and they broke apart only long enough for their clothes to be thrown aside. Paige's clothes were off first, her sweats and white cotton underwear piled on the side. David worked on his shirt as a naked Paige took his cock out.

"God, you're hard!" Paige noted as she felt her husband at full mast.

"I can't help it!" He replied, finally finishing taking his shirt off and throwing it aside.

"I know..." Paige said, looking at her husband's now naked chest and thinking about how they got here.

It was so strange how their elderly neighbor was now a sexual lubricant for them. Paige wasn't sure how to feel about it. Part of her was disgusted. Hank was a lecherous old perv, and she wanted little to do with him. But as David took hold of his cock and pushed Paige onto her back, she felt a swelling of arousal as her husband lined it up with her pussy.

"Oh!" He grunted out as he pushed into her.

"Mmm!" Paige moaned back, her pussy getting wetter by the second.

Just like the previous night, David began to hammer into his wife. His thrusts were fueled by an insatiable lust his wife had pulled out of him. He couldn't believe how sexy it was that she was doing all this just to fulfill his fantasy. His libido was on hyperdrive, sending him to a sexual high he had never experienced before.

Paige looked up at her husband, the day had taken a nice but unexpected turn. He rutted into her with power, she hadn't felt from him. Her body bounced, her tits jiggled as he fucked her. A loud slapping noise made throughout their house as they fucked on their couch.

"There's something else..." Paige said quietly through heavy breaths.

"What?" David grunted back.

"He touched me with it..." Paige told him, almost embarrassed.

"... with it?" Her husband stopped for a second, looked down, his eyes opened wide.

"His cock... bulge. It was still in his pants." She explained. "He brushed it against my arm."

David leaned down and kissed Paige fiercely on the lips. His already frantic thrust got even more desperate as the weight of what she just said hit him. Paige's heat only increased as her husband's body weight pressed her into the couch. She wrapped her arms around him and felt the muscles on his back. They were contracted, like he was using every muscle fibre in his body to fuck her. David broke the kiss, burying his neck in Paige's neck.

"How did it feel?" He asked, needing to hear more about it.

"It felt nice." She lied, knowing her husband would enjoy it even more.

"Do you still believe he's stuffing his pants?" David asked.

"No, it felt really!" She told him, surrendering to his husband's sick fantasy. "I think Hank's got a big dick!"

"Oh, Paige! I'm cumming!" He announced as he released a torrent of sperm into Paige's womb.

Paige felt her husband's warm seed fill her and began to orgasm with him. Her pussy gripped him tightly as she kissed his lips and held him tight. Their sensual embrace lasted even after David had finished cumming inside her. It was definitely not how Paige had expected that to go.

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About 30 minutes later, Paige and David lay in their bed. After another round of riled-up sex, Paige found her head lying on her husband's chest. She could hear his heartbeat as he took long, deep breaths. The passion and craze he did her with was unlike anything he had shown before. The fact that he was able to get it up immediately after finishing the first time was another sign of what this fantasy did to him.

They were both coming down from their sexual high, silently stirring about where to go from here. Paige had an enormous fear of continuing with this fantasy. She wanted to be her husband's fantasy, to go as far as she could. But to subject herself to that man, to be leered at, coveted, and touched by him, it gave her a revolting feeling.

David really wasn't sure where to go from here either. Paige obviously hadn't enjoyed being touched by Hank, but he had a different reaction. He couldn't make her do anything and wanted her to feel safe and protected. He couldn't reasonably ask her to do things with Hank. But these past 2 days had been the best sex of their marriage, and he wasn't sure he wanted to get rid of that.

"What are you thinking?" Paige asked as she looked at her husband's face.

"I'm thinking that I completely fucked up." David replied, bowing his head as if embarrassed.

"You haven't completely fucked up... yet." Paige responded, looking at her husband.

"I just... I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not comfortable with." He told her. "You've already done more than I ever expected!

"You didn't pressure me." She replied. "I choose to do everything today."

"But you wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for my fantasy." David argued.

"I'm a grown woman, and I'm choosing to fulfill your fantasy." Paige replied, waving him off. "The question of pressure doesn't matter. What matters is where do we go from here?"

"I think today should end it right?" He responded. "You hated it, enough said."

"Is that really what you want?" Paige asked, looking her husband in the eyes.

"Yes... no... I don't know." He said, confused.

"It's ok if you want this to keep going." Paige replied.

"I do... at least part of me does." He responded. "I don't want to put you in those positions, though."

"I don't really want to be there either, but maybe there's a way for me to go a little further without having Hank touch me." Paige said, her mind thinking up a devious plan.

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"Can you oil my back, please?" Paige asked, looking over at David. They both understood the teasing tone she put on the words.

It was a bright and beautiful Saturday afternoon. David and Paige were enjoying their backyard. Paige was in a skimpy green bikini as she sunbathed with her husband. Her curvy figure and his muscular one were glistening in the hot summer sun.

Paige had avoided the backyard for a couple of days. She needed time to process the rubdown from Wednesday. Luckily, her summer yoga group got together on Thursday afternoons. They would go to a nearby park and enjoy the outdoors while stretching their bodies. They were all women, so there were no lingering eyes apart from a few passing by. On Friday, she visited her mother and spent the day with her. So aside from a bit of flirting when she got home Friday evening, she hadn't seen Hank much.

That hadn't prevented her from teasing David in bed Friday night. She may have exaggerated her interaction with Hank, making her husband believe she was seconds away from heading into his house for the night.

It was strange that as David pounded into her, Paige's mind drifted to Hank. It hadn't been purposely, but perhaps her husband's fantasy had rubbed off on her a bit. She cringed afterwards, the disgusting old man should have nothing to do with her fantasy, but she did wonder if she could survive another rub down.

But that was a question for another day as David already had his hands on her back and was oiling her up. She rolled her eyes as her husband pressed his bulge into her forearm just as Hank had. He was trying to tease her now.

She had teased him several times since that day that Hank had a big cock. She could see and feel that he liked that thought. Why, she wasn't really sure, but at this point they had already gone down this path, so she might as well go with the flow. She wasn't actually sure Hank was big; his bulge touching her had been too short to tell anything.

But David's rubbed down did remind her of that encounter. It was intentional; he was rubbing Paige just as Hank had several days prior. The threat to touch her breasts and the pinky on her bikini bottoms were reminiscent of it. Paige had told him every detail of it by now, and he was using that info right now. But Paige could tell the difference; David didn't have the gnarly fingers like their neighbor.

After a moment teasing her lower back just as Hank did, David lay down on the lounger next to Paige. She looked over at him, biting her lip, and her husband had a big, wide grin on his face. The memory of Hank touching her had morphed in her mind. As much as she remembered the disgusting feeling on her body, she also now thought about how she and David had the best sex of her life. It was starting to confuse her.

'Ccrrkk!' They heard the back door to Hank's place open and the old man walk out.

"Afternoon, neighbors!" Hank said, waving over at them.

"Hey Hank!" David replied, trying to sound casual.

"How are you, David?" Hank asked, coming right up to their shared fence.

"I've been doing well." David answered. "How have you been?"

"Oh, great. Got this annoying pain in my thigh, but great otherwise." Hank told David. "How's work been?"

"Oh, the usual. Always busy but never enough hands." David replied.

"Ya, I noticed you've been working a lot." Hank responded. "Been keeping Paige company while you're away."

Hank looked past David and saw Paige blushing, a slight grin peeking at the corner of his lips.

"That's good." David replied unfazed. "I'm sure Paige gets lonely during the summers."

"Oh, I'm sure she does..." Hank said. "I'll let you enjoy your afternoon together."

Hank strolled away to look after his garden as David turned his head towards Paige. She mouthed 'Oh my god' to him as their eyes connected in a lustful gaze.

Paige got a naughty idea. She picked her phone up as she turned onto her back. David looked curiously as she bit her lip and had a small smile on her face.

'Bbzzz' David's phone vibrated. He quickly picked it up as Paige put hers down.

'Go inside and stand by the bathroom window.' The text from Paige read.

David gulped, his mouth suddenly felt dry. He knew what Paige was thinking immediately. She was going to flirt with Hank, and he would be able to hear them from the bathroom. His cock was already getting hard in his pants.

"Do you need anything inside?" David asked, making sure to project his voice so Hank would be able to hear him. Paige just shook her head no.

He opened the back door, peaking back to see Hank stalking Paige like a predator ready to tear into her. His cock was straining his pants at this point, the thrill of this fantasy overwhelming.

He ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could. The window was cracked ever so slightly, which he thanked god for. He sat on the floor next to the window, hoping to hear what was said.

"... David already oiled my back." He heard Paige say, Hank had obviously started as soon as he stepped inside.

"Ooh, that's too bad!" Hank replied.

"Ya... he can't do it like you do." Paige responded.

"How so?" Hank replied.

"I don't know, just something you did made it feel so good!" Paige answered.

"You know I could give you a massage if you wanted." Hank offered. David knew he had a big, wicked grin on his face.

"Maybe another time." Paige responded. "Wouldn't want my husband to catch us."

"But isn't life more fun with a bit of risk?" Hank asked.

"Sure... but sometimes patience is needed." Paige answered.

"Sage words... patience can definitely pay!" Hank replied, David bet he was touching his bulge.

"You know, I was thinking though, I don't really want to get tan lines." Paige said.

David's eyes bulged as Paige said that. Was she about to take her bikini off and show Hank her incredible chest. He had been jerking it since he walked in, but he began to pump harder, having to pull his cock out of his pants. He peeked around the corner, wanting to see if Paige was actually going to do it.

"Hehe... ya wouldn't want those!" Hank said with the biggest grin on his face.

David watched as Paige undid the strings of her bikini and pulled the thin fabric off herself. Hank's eyes bulged as he saw Paige's perfect mounds. They were immaculate. They seemed to defy gravity, perfectly taut, which was shocking given their size. Her nipples were small and dark pink. David hid again as he was about to complete.

"God damn!" Hank said as David finished, spraying his cum onto the floor in front of him.

"You like them?" Paige asked.

"Fuck yes!" Hank enthusiastically replied. "Those are the best tits I've ever seen!"

"Hehe... you're too kind." Paige giggled.

"Need a hand putting oil on those bad boys?" Hank asked.

"Thanks... but I think I can manage." She replied.

David's boner wasn't going anywhere as he listened to his topless wife flirt shamelessly with their elderly neighbor. He grabbed hold of his cock again and began to jerk it as he heard the faint sound of the suntan bottle being opened. He imagined Paige rubbed oil on her tits while their lecherous old neighbor watched.

"Huh! Hank!" David heard Paige gasp.

Suddenly, dread and curiosity filled his mind. He wondered what Hank was doing, but if he touched Paige without her consent, he wouldn't care about his fantasy; he'd kick his ass. So as he peeked through the window again, he was relieved to see Hank was still on the other side of the fence. But after a second, he realized Hank had pulled his cock out and was jerking it at Paige. Paige, in response, had covered her tits with her hands.

"I couldn't help myself!" The old man replied.

"David could be out any second..." Paige said, turning her head to the side, and appeared to be looking at the bathroom window.

David didn't know if she could see him, but he nodded his head as if to tell her this was turning him on. He could see that Paige was conflicted. He just hoped she was comfortable with this.

"Come on, show me those nipples! It'll help me cum faster!" Hank said.

Paige turned back towards Hank as David sank back behind the wall.

"Fine. Just hurry up, I don't want David walking out and seeing this." Paige replied, putting her hands to her side as she looked at her elderly neighbor brazenly jerking off between the black poles of their shared fence.

Paige's eyes flicked down and finally looked at Hank's penis. She was shocked to see Hank's cock was massive. Her jaw dropped as she took in his thick tool, her eyes transfixed on the veiny organ.

"Like what you see?" Hank asked, still pumping his cock and looking at Paige

"Umm... ya, you have a nice... thing." She nervously responded, unsure of how to respond.

"Nicer than your husband's?" He replied.

"I-I can't answer that..." She told him, her throat suddenly feeling very dry.

"Mine's bigger though, right?" Hank asked but was only answered with a prolonged silence. "Come on, it'll help me get off if you tell me I'm bigger."

Paige looked nervously towards the bathroom window again. She wasn't sure what to do or what her husband wanted her to do.

"Yes, yours is bigger..." She finally admitted, unsure of herself but going with it.

David came again, hearing his wife admit that. He wasn't sure why it turned him on to listen to his wife say that, but it did. He was spent, his cum pooled on the floor in front of him as he caught his breath.

"How much bigger?" David heard Hank bark.

"A lot bigger... you're a lot bigger than David!" Paige replied, her own breath hitching as she stared at Hank's glorious cock.

"Oh yes, Paige!" Hank cried out as his cock began to erupt.

Paige's eyes widened as she witnessed the elderly man's cock begin to spurt out cum. It was thick and creamy white, and there was quite a bit shooting from his cock. It sailed through the air for a moment before landing in the grass below. Paige unconsciously held her mouth open, in shock at what just transpired.

As his cock finished its last shot, Hank put his cock back in his pants with a huge, creepy grin on his face. He leered over at Paige, who blushed in embarrassment and nervousness.

"See you around, Paige." He said before walking back to his house.

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