My Neighbor - Part 6 DRAFT (Patreon)

Yo folks. As mentioned before, I would likely not be able to finish the 6th instalment in time, but at least I can post the draft, I think. And with that being said, this is a draft, one that is so drafty you might catch a cold.

*

The week that followed my trip to Alaska was quite uneventful. At work, that is. Our firm managed to score well with the projects and fend off competitors, so all was good in the hood. Louise and Tony still continued with their tutoring sessions, and I tried my hardest not to snoop or pry. Louise was doing her thing, and I would try to do my thing.

However, on more than one occasion, I had found her quite flustered and heaving when I got back home. My imagination went straight to the gutter, but I knew better than to think Louise was up to anything. Still, it was a huge turn-on to imagine my wife cheating on me, and I masturbated more than once to the thought of her and Tony, doing unspeakable things behind my back.

"So Winter break," I started. I got a scoff from Louise. She hated the winter, and it was right around the corner.

"Yeah?" Louise muttered.

"The firm is kinda doing alright lately, so I was thinking we might do a small trip. What do you say? Wanna go skiing in the Alps for two weeks?" I asked. Louise lit up at that.

"Europe?!" she asked enthusiastically. "Of course!"

"Alright! I'll set it up then," I smiled.

Louise came over and gave me a kiss. I'd never seen her so excited about snow before, but it seemed to brighten her day. She was such a precious person, and I could hardly wait until we'd get our time off. Just the two of us, even if it was months away. And when the tutoring session came, I went for a jog. It was almost a routine by now. I'd leave for a run and come back to Louise and Tony finishing up.

This week, and this jog, I was kinda making some leeway with my self. Some discoveries of my own mind, I guess. Why did this fantasy turn me on so much? Like, I knew why, but how had it become so enthralling knowing it was Tony? At first, I thought it was because he was punk and kind of a dick, but honestly, sure he was coarse, but he wasn’t that bad actually. Maybe the resentment of his character had been the initial reason for him being a good candidate. But I wanted to dislike him. He was a teenage kid, and he was fucking my wife. And much better than me. So much better. This punk high schooler was reaching places inside of my Louise it was simply impossible for me to reach, no matter how much I tried.

But, perhaps that was why. It was an actual competition, or at least a comparison, between a man and a boy. Someone who hadn’t really hit his prime yet and someone who had already started to lose his. Not that I was an old man. And perhaps that was a faulty analogy. All I knew, was that he was someone who was a decade younger than me, and he had given my wife more pleasure than I ever could.

So when I came back this time, I felt pretty good. My feet were aching a little, but nothing serious. I opened the door and called out, but got no reply. That was weird. I walked to the living room and saw Louise lying on the sofa, covered by a blanket.

“Hey, Louise. Where's Tony?” I asked.

She turned and looked at me with an exhausted face. “He left like ten minutes ago,” she said.

“What happened?” I asked, suddenly worried.

“I'm just feeling a bit under the weather,” she sighed.

“Anything I can do?” I asked. She just shrugged. “Did he get everything done?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, turning on the TV. “He got it done alright. Mind I just nap a bit?”

“Of course,” I said.

So I made her dinner, made sure she was okay and all, but once she was asleep, and I was sitting on the computer... I embarrassingly found myself at my laptop in our bedroom. Louise was still on the couch, while I was playing some Solitaire. Then my mind trailed back to that dangerous fantasy of mine. The one that had become a reality then got put a lid on. 

Fuck it. I still had the videos. We might indulge anymore, but I could probably live long on the few tapes Louise was able to put together.

I found one of the videos and got to town.

*

Louise had been so exhausted from the week. Perhaps having Tony so close by, just across the street, was becoming more of a challenge than she anticipated. At least she got all of what they did on tape for later. Already Monday, in that little hour before John came home, did Tony walk on over and bang the shit out of her. And Tuesday. Wednesday. And Thursday was their tutoring session, so you better believe Louise was left with several buckets of cum inside of her. And to this this was just the beginning.

John seemed a bit suspicious, but she managed to play her exhaustion off with a minuscule white lie. She did feel under the weather. Sore and exhausted, she slept most of the evening. Until she had to go get showered, which was when she came upon John in their bedroom. He sat with his back towards her, but Louise could easily see what he was watching, and the source of the fidgeting in his lap.

On the screen of his laptop, she could see herself in action with Tony. Hating seeing herself on camera, she didn’t take the time to make out which scene it was, but it looked like it was in their own kitchen.

Seeing John lost in his lust for her to act like a nasty slut put affirmed that her course of action was the right one. However, it made her feel bad for Johnny, that he had to resort to jerking off while she was out getting banged away by Tony.

She had to find some way of making it up to him, of helping him out. She wanted to make him feel good, like she felt good. Even if it meant giving him something she despised. This tape would be that. Hopefully. Sex was supposed to be something precious between two loving partners, yet she was getting that notion pounded out of her each time Tony pushed his cock into her. It wasn’t about love, it was about pleasure. And it was a whole lot easier to get her head around that concept. She was fulfilling her husband's deepest and vilest fantasies while having some good sex. What was so wrong about that?

"What you watching there, bud?" Louise asked, startling her husband. He looked embarrassed, and a bit guilty. But the poor man didn't have to. She wasn't here to scold or ridicule.

"Oh, just... just some stuff I found on my computer," John said, as Louise moved closer to him.

"Really now?" Louise asked, smiling at him. "And what kinda stuff is that? Watching your naughty wife getting it on with another man?"

"... Yeah, I guess," John said. Louise sympathetically cupped his face with her hand.

"It's okay," Louise said. "Tell me, what do you think about when you're watching me?"

"How hot it looks," John said. "How he, erh, how he does stuff with you that you'd never let me do. Or that I even could."

"Oh, yeah, that is pretty hot, I guess," Louise said, rolling John's office chair around so she could kneel before him. "And what sort of stuff would that be? Tell me."

Louise smacked his dormant hands away and took over the ministrations of her husband's groin. John hesitated a bit, as it was probably quite embarrassing and dangerous territory for him as a man to go down.

"Uhm. You know. Like, with your ass. And, erh... like, with your mouth," he stammered.

Louise could feel him swell under her fingers. She was honestly quite surprised.

"Why does that turn you on?" Louise asked. "Isn't it enough that he got to fuck my pussy?"

John throbbed hard at how brash his wife was acting. Previously, she'd never talk like this. Not much, anyway.

"I mean, it would be such a submission. Just giving in and letting him slide it between my lips..." Louise pondered, sounding strangely enticed. "Like, that is something I'd never do for you, so would you enjoy it if I did it for him? Even if I didn't like it? Let's assume I hated it, even, and just did it because he demanded it, would it still make you want to jerk off?"

John shuddered as her fingers wrapped around his girth, fully pulling down his briefs. His cock, which was hard but average looking, grew with the treatment.

"Well... yes," John sighed.

"And my ass?" Louise asked. They had never even talked about anal. The possibility of her letting John pound that tight asshole was something Louise wouldn't do even in her wildest dream, except for perhaps today. Today she had had her little revelation. Perhaps she wasn't as opposed to anal as she first thought. "This big ole thing I keep in shape for you, you want him to bend me over and break it open? You know I’ll never let you inside my ass, right?"

"Aah... Uh-huh," John sighed, reaching down to gently cup her hair and head, letting her move where she wanted him.

"Well then, Johnny, if it's really that important to you, I'll save my ass for Tony," Louise offered, taking a deep breath. "Do you want me to blow him and have him fill me with cum? Would you like him to make me your filthy, cheap whore?" She then got an even wilder idea. "Would you like for him to fuck me unprotected and knock me up, as I tease you with all the time?"

That did the trick. John ripped her off the floor, threw her on the bed, and mounted her immediately. Pounding into her with abandon, not even pondering how she was under the weather moments ago, but was now all breedable for him.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" John cried, humping his hips forward with gusto, claiming the land he believed to be his. She couldn't blame his enthusiasm, this was his kinky fantasy brought to life. Louise had just said those words to tease him, so none of it was true. Except for the part where Louise had actually blown Tony, but nevermind that.

"Breed me, John! Knock me up! Quick, before Tony does it!" Louise moaned in his ears.

With her hot words, she heard his breath hitch. Her hips arched, her legs tensed, her toes flexed, and with an undignified roar, her husband flooded her womb. Her body responded immediately as if triggered, her climax cresting before him, and she cried out in shared bliss, but there was just that tiny trace of disappointment. There wasn't enough of a dick in her for her to really explode, to achieve full and deep satisfaction. She was close but wasn't brought over the edge.

Her husband collapsed in a panting, sweating, sorry state.

"So hot," John muttered. "You're on the pill still, right?" he asked.

"Yeah. I was just riling you up," Louise said, smiling at her husband.

"I figured as much," he admitted. "Still, fuck that was fun, hah. I... I shouldn't have done that, I don't know where that came from. That was just crazy, so out of nowhere."

“But you did, and I enjoyed it,” Louise grinned. “Did you?”

“Oh, I loved it,” John admitted. He pulled himself up and rolled off of his wife, and promptly fell asleep.

Sex with John was just so different. Sure, he was able to go full gorilla it was just... Tony treated her like a piece of meat that was supposed to give him pleasure like she was some object that didn't even matter, and while that was so objectively demeaning to her person, as a woman and a teacher, Louise loved it. It was so primal.

John was so loving and caring. He'd never treat her like a slut. She'd hate for him to do it, even. Gosh, here she was. Comparing Tony to John. It was perhaps inevitable, but also incredibly unfair to the two. She wasn't about to compare her husband to a teenage punk. They were two different people, and both were amazing in their own way.

However, as she laid there with her husband, she could only think about Tony's huge cock. John had given her pleasure, but left her unsatisfied... could she possibly make a small request to their neighbor? Maybe shoot him a little text... no. No, for real: no. She was way too sore and way too exhausted. She couldn't very well become some sex addict, especially not to the detriment of her health.

Louise had even found her phone and almost on instinct, she opened it to see if there were any messages from Tony. There was, but she stopped herself midway in what she was doing. He had sent her a dick pic, of course, but that wasn't why she paused. Not the only reason, anyway.

"The weekend is off. For real," she texted her pupil.

"k," was all that he wrote back. Really? Not a single protest? Oh well.

She put the phone away and rolled over to kiss her husband on the cheek. John muttered something in his sleep and continued snoring. Louise tried her best to fall asleep too, but for some reason, her mind wouldn't let her. What was wrong with her?

*

The next day, after work, Louise got nothing but a wave from Tony. Was he really going to respect their boundaries like that? But she had no room to contemplate why that even bothered her at all. Her phone was buzzing with a call. At first, she was a bit confused, as it was a Canadian number. Then she remembered, she recently had to wipe her phone due to a malfunction. It was probably John's parents, calling from Montreal. Luckily, they were among the bilinguals up there, so they spoke perfect English.

It wasn't much of a conversation. They wondered if John's present had arrived. It hadn't. Then some pleasantries and a bit of nagging as to when they'd get some grandkids visiting. Yup, they were getting the obligatory in-law pestering of getting kids. But all in due time. Louise had gotten around to thinking that might be in the near future, but also, they couldn't very well get started as long as Tony was in the picture. That was fucked and wrong for all the right reasons, of course. Maybe after their trip to the Alps? But that was months away anyway, so no point in spending any more time contemplating that for now.

Lo and behold, after the conversation was over, Emily appeared. She was social enough, but Louise suspected the French girl had problems adapting to the adolescent behavior of the high schoolers over here. It was perhaps not that bad compared to Europe surely, but Emily was perhaps a bit more... mature in her attitude. Was that the right wording?

“Bon vendredi!” she said cheerfully as she approached, wearing a tight dark gray cotton crop top that showed off her trim mid-section along with some waist-high jeans that let her navel peak up just a bit. It certainly fitted her slender frame, being a small cute blue-eyed brunette. Emily honestly reminded Louise of the teenage version of Sophia, her best friend. Perhaps that was why she drew a liking to Emily so well.

“Hi Emily,” Louise replied, smiling.

“Ça va?” she asked, putting her bag down next to the bench Louise sat on.

“Yeah, I'm good, thanks,” Louise smiled. French was a convoluted language, but Louise was able to recognize some very basic phrases. “Et toi?”

“Moi aussi, merci,” Emily replied, smiling broadly. “It's nice to hear some real-life French, even if it's just a sentence or two. I mean, English is fine, and I talk to my parents.”

“Aren’t you cold?” Louise asked. It was a sunny day indeed, but it was mid-to-late fall in Indiana, not exactly the moderate temperatures of the French Riviera.

“Not really. I’m from Normandy, so the English Channel is right there,” Emily explained. Louise looked at her with some confusion. “That means it can get cold there also. Not as much as here in the winter, but some I can endure.”

Louise was actually not planning on lingering on the bench much longer, but she felt like she should keep Emily company instead of just getting up immediately after the girl had taken a seat beside her.

“So you live with a host family, right?” Louise asked.

“That I do. They are quite nice, but also a bit too religious for my taste. They say grace, which I have never done before. But I like them. But I need to, you know, be away a bit too.”

"Well, you can come over to our house, any time," Louise offered. Emily did seem somewhat lonely, being the only exchange student. Sure, she was sociable, but she still more than once was caught hanging on her phone, or like now, talking to one of the teachers. "John, my husband, knows French even. He's bilingual. Grew up in Montreal, actually."

"Really?" Emily asked, equally surprised as she was enthusiastic.

"Erh, just remember to call first, y'know," Louise said, realizing what Emily might stumble upon if she came barging. If her fucking a student came out... that would mean her career, and possibly jail. Most likely jail.

"Of course. Are you at home this weekend?" Emily asked. She was rather enthusiastic about meeting John it seemed. Should Louise be worried? Nah, she was probably just eager to speak her native language with someone.

"Sure am," Louise said. "And yes, you can come over tomorrow if you'd like."

"I'd like that very much," Emily answered.

"Come for dinner then. Around 7? Or 19 as you say over in Europe? We usually eat in the evening on Saturdays, and we don't usually say grace," Louise said with a smile.

"It's a date. But I won't bother you any longer. You no doubt want to get back to your husband! So see you then!" Emily said and leaned over to give Louise a peck on the cheek. Was this some French custom? Surely so.

"See you then," Louise said with a bit of a laugh.

With a hop and a skip, the petite exchange student walked across the parking lot to leave, waving a small goodbye to Louise. That was a surprisingly pleasant exchange. She felt good she could make the exchange student a bit more welcome here in America. It was nice to show some hospitality.

John was pretty surprised by it but was happy to hear the news. While he spoke French fluently, he didn't miss it as much as Emily did. For one, this was the first time Emily was this far and this long from her country, and secondly, John preferred English anyway.

As she woke up the following morning, on Saturday, Louise couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. She couldn't tell why. It was something about having a foreigner in their home that made her want even more to try to show the best side of her. Louise always wanted to exert a certain amount of pride and professionalism, but it was more than that this time. It was like she had to impress Emily, which was odd, but she really liked the kid and hoped they could be genuine friends. Maybe Emily reminded her a bit too much of her friend Sophia indeed.

So the Saturday afternoon, they spent most of their time setting up the house. Not too much, but at least make it look somewhat presentable. While Louise realized she hadn't put any dress code, so she went with casual-nice. A black wool turtleneck that stretched across her voluptuous features and a pair of blue jeans. Smart, but not too up or too down. John was his usual self, not bothered at all, but in a positive way. He was just laid back and chill, going with a regular blue shirt and some slacks.

Finally, a minute before 7, the doorbell rang and Louise ran over to open it.

"Hi there!" Louise said. "Come in."

"Merci," Emily said. She was also dressed casually, but nicely, like Louise had, with a long red blouse that reached below her hips, and a pair of jeans with just a tiny bit of navel peaking out. Emily had a trim stomach and didn't seem to mind showing it off.

"So this is John," Louise said as John came up behind her. He offered his hand to Emily.

"Bonsoir, Mademoiselle," John said with a thick French accent.

"Bonsoir," Emily replied, shaking his hand. "Je suis Emily."

"C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer," John continued. Louise knew John was fluent, but this was a sudden reminder of just what that meant. Speaking no other language, it amazed her how John could so easily just switch like that.

"Enchanté," Emily beamed.

Louise was left in the dust, as the two continued talking in French. She could pick out a few words here and there, but that was it. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, in some weird way. That they had this secret language between them that she wasn't privy to.

"Oh, I am so sorry," Emily said, turning towards Louise, who realized she had been caught in her pondering.

"That's fine. You guys have fun," Louise said. "I'll go get dinner ready."

So, while they stayed in the living room, chatting in French, Louise went to the kitchen, leaving them to their devices. She wondered what they were talking about. It sounded so lively and enthusiastic, but perhaps that was just how French sounded.

John eventually came into the kitchen.

"Sounds like you're hitting it off quite well," Louise smiled.

"I'm just asking how she finds America," John explained with a shrug. "Want me to set the table?"

"I can help as well," Emily said, suddenly appearing at the door.

"Thanks, Emily," Louise smiled. "It's already on the counter there. John, could you go get the wine?"

"Sure thing, babe," John said.

Louise had to admit it was quite a pleasant experience to have Emily at dinner. It was like she fitted right in. Emily even told them this was the first time she felt at home since coming to America, which flattered Louise and John both. Her host family was nice, but this was different. The hosts were nice, but it was like they tried too hard to be polite. So formal and so proper. This was, again, different.

And John was a gentleman. Louise could tell Emily took note of that as well. He cut the meat and served the wine, and while he was older than Emily, she didn't seem to mind nor find him boring. Emily even laughed at John's corny jokes and was in general genuinely happy to be there, and very friendly. As she helped set the table, she also cleaned it off. And when John chose to keep the conversation in English, she abided by that too. It probably helped that John was never a show-off, and was mostly himself, even if it meant being a bit goofy here and there.

At that, Emily seemed drawn to him. Perhaps not in a love-affectionate way, but rather as an older male parental figure. Was this what it was like to have a family? It was honestly quite cozy. It was a bit of a bummer as Louise realized they'd go back to being teacher and student on Monday.

“So, do you have any plans for Winter break?” John asked as they had finished their dessert.

“No, not really,” Emily said. “I mean, maybe visit my family back in France, but other than that, nothing. Unless I decide to try my first Christmas in America.”

“We were thinking of going skiing in the Alps,” John said.

And thus our conversation started to delve into the details of our plans for the Winter break. Turns out, Emily had been to the Alps, both in France, Italy, and in Switzerland. Her dad had a cabin up there, as he was some wealthy businessman over there. A small villa near Chamonix, which was the valley where the first successful climb of the Mont Blanc had happened. Emily seemed a bit too humble to brag about this, but she knew the area very well and seemed very excited that we were planning to go there. She told us about all the wonderful places to visit and where to ski.

After a while, John even offered her to drive her home, as it was getting pretty late. She politely accepted. While they were gone, Louise found herself sitting on the sofa, enjoying the evening. This had been such a pleasant evening. It was so nice to have a young person around, and it was great to have her in their house. And to live a more normal life other than what she usually spent her time doing. Yeah, she was committed to making every aspect of John's dirty fantasy come true over the next three remaining weeks, but it was nice to have a breather this weekend.

It was also fun to see how Emily enjoyed their company. Maybe she had taken a bit of a liking to John, but Louise just found that cute and harmless. She didn't seem to be interested in him as a man, but as someone who was cool, older, and could speak French. Louise couldn't blame her for that. Though, as Emily reminded her of Sophia, that made her wonder if John felt the same. He was polite enough and did everything that was expected of him, but did he find the French teenager equally attractive as he did Louise's friend?

Louise couldn't help but feel a smile on her face at the thought. Maybe it was something she could use to tease him later. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. John was such a gentleman, but he was also so horny and eager, and he would squirm from how she'd torment him about Emily, just as he had done about Sophia. Dirty ol' husband, lusting over a teenager. Louise chuckled as she was left to her own devices.

"Well, I'll be heading off to bed," John said, coming back. "You joining?"

"Yeah, sure," Louise said. She got up and followed him into the bedroom.

As they laid in bed, Louise pondered for a bit if she should bring up the topic. She then decided to go for it.

"So, did you have a nice time with Emily?" Louise asked.

"I did, yeah. She's really nice, and we talked a lot. I kinda feel bad for her being alone all the way here in America," John said.

"I know. It was nice having her here," Louise said, shifting a bit closer. "She's also quite the looker, don't you think?"

John hesitated a bit. "Yeah... she is."

"I can't help but wonder if you were checking her out," Louise said, running her hand over his chest.

"Not really, no," John said.

"Really? Didn't notice how she was showing off her tummy with that tight sweater of hers?" Louise asked. "Or how cute her little butt looked in those jeans? I can't help but wonder if you noticed any of that."

"A bit, maybe, but I'm married to you, so..."

"But you still found her attractive?" Louise asked teasingly, trailing her hand down to his boxers. "You wanna fuck her, huh?"

"No, I... I don't," John said, but she could tell he wasn't being entirely honest.

"She reminds me a lot of Sophia. What do you think? A younger, more virile version of my luscious best friend who you admitted was pretty?" Louise said, climbing on top of her husband. She loved teasing him like this, having him confess his sins. It was so fucking hot to hear him say it. "You think she looks like Sophia?"

"She does, a bit," John admitted, as Louise pulled down his boxers. "But Sophia isn't old, if that’s what you’re implying, and neither are you. We're not even 30!" John started to protest.

"Doesn't change the fact that you'd rail that poor little Frenchie right here, huh? She wouldn't be able to walk straight the next day as you pump her full of your seed, knocking up an 18-year-old girl from Europe, isn't that right, honey?" Louise grinned, taking his cock in her hand, ready to straddle him. "Look at me, baby, you better focus your eyes right here, on me, 'cause this is the only pussy your gonna get!"

With that, Louise lined up and impaled herself, sinking onto him fully and with a soft sigh, taking his hardness inside of her. Louise started riding her husband, getting lost in her arousal, building a pace on him, faster and more vigorously. She loved riding him like this. The angle and the position made his average cock feel like a mighty horse.

Though again, shamefully, she found herself comparing her husband to Tony's much mightier cock. And her pussy craved that monster more than anything. Sure, John was making her feel good, but it was nothing like when Tony took her. He tore through her like a train. Now, however, it was an unknown humiliating fact for John that she loved sex with her student better than with him. And yet John dutifully carried on, trying to breed her while he had flipped her onto her back.

Louise would've felt more guilty if it wasn't for John loving that Tony was better than him and that she only cheated to help his dirty fantasy. That fact made it so she could assuage some of her guilt as she laid there with John fucking her. However, as she reached her peak, she wasn't entirely sure who her orgasm was directed towards…

*

Monday morning. It was like most other mornings at the high school. Like with most weekends, it was regrettable to put it in the rearview mirror, especially as Louise had been able to put most of her thoughts to something other than Tony's huge cock in addition to just relaxing. It was a pleasant surprise that Tony didn't even nag once throughout the weekend. Not even a text or an attempt at a booty call.

As she arrived at school, she parked her car and walked in. It was as if everything had returned to normal. As if Tony hadn't spent most of their previous week banging her like some wanton slut. A few of the students greeted her, to which she returned, but other than that, everything was the same. Louise went to her classroom and got to work, getting her things together.

The first few periods were out running track with some of the sophomores, and at lunch, she spent talking to some of the other teachers. Even principal Ryan Winston-Morrow joined them, a strict burly man in his early 50s. He mostly ate his lunch at his office, or out, so it was nice to see that he was alive.

At the end of lunch, she briefly met up with Emily where she thanked Louise and John for their hospitality, before heading off to a class in the main building. Louise started down toward the track again. More jogging. It was soon time to move most of the classes inside before the winter, which Louise was happy about, as her tight yoga pants were not the best pair of pants for the temperature. The red sweater didn't really offer much warmth either.

She was halfway to the track when she ran into someone she wasn't sure if she was glad or sad to see.

"Hi, Mrs. B!" Tony said, as they practically bumped into each other.

"Hey!" Louise said, a bit flustered. She wasn't yet sure how to deal with him at school yet. This was supposed to be her home court, but Tony just had this weird hold on her that made her nervous whenever she encountered him. Maybe it was the looming danger of getting caught, that he'd be reckless.

"How was the weekend without a proper cock to treat you right?" Tony smirked.

"It was very nice. And for the record, John is more than capable," Louise said, unsure why she felt the need to defend her husband.

"Pff, whatever," he chuckled.

"Tony, can you please take this seriously?" Louise asked, getting a bit fed up. "What if we get caught?"

"We'll just have to be extra careful, then," Tony grinned. "Speaking of careful. I've gone a few days now without getting my balls drained. John ever fucked you at work?"

"No! We can't do it here! I mean, the showers are at least secluded, and it was after hours, and besides, that was also a mistake!" Louise started down toward the track field again. There were at least fifteen minutes until the students would emerge from locker rooms.

"So he hasn't, is what I'm hearing," Tony concluded, following her.

"Listen, the only reason why we're even doing anything at all, is because of John, so you better learn to respect some boundaries here, Tony!" Louise wheezed.

"I'm not asking for much, just a quickie in your office or something," Tony said. "Man, you're so sexy when you're pissed."

"Fuck off, Tony," Louise said, walking faster, leaving the brute behind.

God, that kid had some nerve! And to say something so sexist… God, that kid had some nerve! And to say something so sexist... that just proved her point. Tony had no respect for her. He didn't see her as a person, or as an equal, and that made her mad. And why did he have to bring up John's name all the time? Why couldn't he just fuck her and leave him alone?

Then again, what can you expect? Tony was alright at times, but he truly showed how immature he was sometimes. And his view of women was... Perhaps not that great. Then again, again, she did kinda affirm his behavior by letting him sleep with her and such, continuously, so maybe in his mind he was right to think that way?

And Louise couldn't really blame him. She had told him that she'd let him do whatever he wanted with her. That he was in control. And she was okay with that.

“I'll stop by and fuck you before I head home,” Tony texted her. “Wait at me at your office.”

Louise sighed. He couldn't possibly expect to actually sleep with her at work? Was this to fulfill that wet dream all teenagers have? To fuck their hot teacher in their office after school? Louise shook her head. No, he couldn't be serious. Then again, it was Tony, so…

A small reminder coursed through her mind. John wanted her to do stuff she normally wouldn’t do for him. Louise sighed annoyedly at her husband’s stupid kinks.

When classes were over and the day was done, Louise stayed at her office longer than usual. She didn't know what she was waiting for, or even why she was waiting. She should just leave, to let Tony knock on her door with no answer. But nope. Louise was just waiting for him. She wanted to use the excuse that she'd tell him he couldn't behave like this, not here, but deep down, she wanted to see him. To see that cocky smirk of his. She hated that she wanted it.

The knock came. Louise stood up and opened the door. She didn't say anything as she stepped aside for Tony to enter. Louise closed the door and turned around. Tony was standing right there in front of her, with his arrogant smirk.

“Won't even say hi? That's cold, Mrs. B,” Tony said.

“Tony, please don't…”

He pushed her up against the door.

“What? Don't do this? Don't you mean you want me to do this?” Tony said, reaching down to her pants, pulling them down. “I mean, you're waiting for me here, and you even wore those tight little yoga pants you know I love. What else could that mean but you wanting me to fuck you?”

Louise couldn't help but admit to herself that he was right. But still, they were at school! She had to put up a resistance at least.

"Tony, we can't do it here..." Louise said, trying to pull away, but failing miserably.

Tony shut Louise up with a hard spank that Louise both hated and loved. “Did you tease John about your big juicy booty?” Tony asked.

“I did,” Louise answered. “But it’s just something I said, so don’t get any ideas!”

Louise was worried that if she gave too much of John’s fantasies, that Tony would use it as ammunition. Like with sucking dick. She swore she’d never degrade herself by doing that, but now she didn’t love it, but she’d do it if she thought it would please Tony’s big cock. She was yielding too much ground to him as it was, and she was worried she’d alter who she was if she let him persist.

Louise needed to establish some level of control.

Soon enough, Louise was bent over the desk with her yoga pants around her ankles, her toes barely reaching the floor, her hair gripped by one of Tony's fat paws, her cheek pushed firmly against the cold surface, and his massive cock pounding her poor little pussy from behind, slapping against her toned little ass, the impact reverberating throughout the entire small space of the office. It was such a divine feeling to have her womb smashed against her cervix by that immense dong. Louise had no chance to escape this. And it was with mere luck she had managed to set up her phone camera as Tony fucked her silly from the get go.

"OH FUUUUCK," Louise wailed as she came, her back arching, barely able to keep within the angle of the camera that was propped at the other end of the desk.

"Oh yeah. That's what you get, bitch," Tony growled. "Cock this good, there ain't no way you're gonna be able to say no!"

"That's... not... true..." Louise muttered as his fat cock bashed her insides.

"You need this big dick! John doesn't even compare, does he? I bet you never had such good fuckin' in your life," Tony grunted.

"Shut up, and... ah, fuck..." Louise moaned, arching her back some more, driving him as deep as she could get him to reach. "I love how... deep you go."

"You'd better, babe, because I'ma pump the hell outta you," Tony taunted.

"Then go ahead," Louise goaded him. "Fuck me harder."

“You ever act like a slut like this for Johnny boy?!” Tony taunted.

“No!” Louise said, biting down on her t-shirt.

Louise did her very best to hide her squeaks as he ravaged her womb and every inch of her interior with a brutal and furious pounding, filling her petite body with his girth and length, filling her ears with the wet slap of her ass and his balls. Louise lost count of the orgasms her body experienced with his bullish dick pushing her well-beyond her physical and mental limits, overwhelming her mind and soul, forcing her eyes shut with the raw pleasure seizing her body.

And again, she found herself comparing her lover to her husband. Tony was just so much bigger, reaching so many places physically impossible for John. Louise was so full, so stretched, and Tony had the stamina to go again and again, even when he came. While her husband would crumble down in a heap and fall asleep, Tony would carry on and keep going, even after cumming, leaving her absolutely weak and vulnerable to his rampage.

To her shame, Louise had to admit: She fucking loved how Tony took charge of her, making her submit and obey his will, just for the pure carnal ecstasy it gave her body.

To appease her husband, Louise corrected. Right. That was what she was doing. He'd freak out in the most positive way seeing this later. Yeah, John and Louise had never done anything at school. John had suggested it once, at her job and at his, but that was just ludicrous. But apparently not, as she was now getting railed by Tony. At least it wasn’t in a classroom, that would be way to exposed. Anyone could walk in at any minute.

"No more of your excuses, baby girl," Tony smirked, leaning over to grab her tits while pounding her silly.

"Ngh!" Louise grunted. His girth was just spreading her wider than her poor little pussy could endure.

"Next time, like we agreed, I don't want these silly protests. I wanna fuck you like a dirty slut, 'cause that's what you are," Tony continued.

"Yes," Louise breathed. "Yes, I'm a slut."

"Who's slut?" Tony asked.

"Your slut, Tony," Louise replied, feeling another wash of pleasure run through her.

"Good," Tony said.

Louise's legs had given out by now, her toes completely lifting off the floor as she laid flat on her own desk with Tony draped over her, absolutely plowing her into the solid surface. All Louise could do was lie there in sexual submission and take his Goliath battering ram as her pussy was ruthlessly forced into shape to better fit his size, his fist gripping her blonde locks to yank her head back as he slammed deeper than any man she'd ever met. Louise found that no matter how intense her experience became, his size and strength would keep going.

"I'm gonna cum soon. Want it on your ass, in your mouth, or dumped in your pussy?" Tony grunted into her ear.

"I... In me. Dump it in me, Tony," Louise gasped.

He picked up the pace, holding Louise firmly in place and jackhammering her. The desk shook from the impact, along with her ass cheeks, jiggling with each successive clap. The wood creaked loudly and soon the table beams rhythmically joined their thrusts. Tony was slightly losing control and grew more reckless and desperate. Louise let out a whimper each time she felt his heavy sac bash her sensitive button. Her pleasure was building to the climax too.

With an inhuman moan, Louise orgasmed harder than she thought possible, arching her back, nearly curling into a ball as a gallon's worth of potent thick cream flooded her poor vagina, spilling back out and overflowing, seeping through her hole and trickling out onto the floor. It just kept cumming and cumming, not a drop running dry from Tony's tool before his movements halted and Louise flopped like a dead fish on her desk, her breaths coming shallow, exhausted from having endured such an intense mating session. 

The intensity of doing somewhere like this was simply too much, and honestly, Tony had taught her body to react to his rhythm with expert care.

"T-there's so much," she gasped, feeling his cum slowly roll out as it was so thick it was sticking to every part of her it touched.

"Had plenty of stored-up loads saved for this slut," Tony grinned, slowly sliding his massive dick from her well-used pussy with a schlup! "Fuck, that is so hot."

Tony stood up, letting a torrent of white jizz pour out from Louise's loins, which spilled down onto the floor in a sticky mess, leaking out from her well-fucked hole. Louise managed to lift herself enough to glance at the floor and assess the amount of mess she'd have to clean up before heading home. If the cleaning ladies saw the reeking stink of the teen's sperm on the carpet, they'd call it into principal Winston-Morrow! Not only would Louise lose her job, her reputation would be tarnished. Maybe even prison.

And it being a carpet didn't make it any better. At this point, she almost wished they'd done it in a classroom instead, where the floors would be much more cleanable. At least carpet and fiber would eventually hide the stain. She hoped so anyway…

"When's John home today?" Tony asked, hiking his pants up.

"It'll be an hour and a half before he is," Louise answered.

"Cool," Tony said, smacking Louise’s ass hard. "Mind if I hitch a ride home then?"

It wasn't too farfetched for Tony to hitch a ride home, as he lived across the street, but she knew he was hitching a ride to her home to take advantage of that hour they'd have when they got there. The thought of more wonderful sex made her quite excited, with more to record for her husband. But first, cleaning up this messed up carpet.

"I want you in your bed again," Tony said, moving his hand to maul her perfect butt cheeks rather than spanking her.

"Just like a couple of days ago? How I rode your monster meat stick?" Louise grinned, as his hands circled her frame to capture her breasts.

"Yeah," Tony replied, his tongue moving along her neck.

"First this needs to be cleaned up."

Tony was surprisingly helpful in cleaning up his mess. He found some bleach and helped Louise get away as much as they could. Louise also had the unfortunate pleasure of hearing how Tony had fucked one of the cleaning ladies, thus knew where the cleaning supplies were. Tony was also helpful in coming up with an excuse. If anyone asked about the stain, he suggested she spoiled nail polish or something. It was honestly a good enough idea. So soon enough, they found themselves walking across the parking lot. That's when Emily of all people showed up.

"Bonjour," Emily said to the both of them, smiling brightly as she always did. Like usual, she wore a very flattering attire adhering to her slender frame. A wool top, again showing her midsection, though this time hidden beneath a tight black shirt, then some nice loose checkered pants to go along.

"Yo," Tony said, not hiding his gaze as he trailed the French beauty. Louise couldn't blame him. Emily's style, even casual-nice like this, was bound to draw people's eye.

"Hey, Emily," Louise said. It felt so strange to see her innocent sweet French student not know that she'd fucked and sucked Tony's fat cock, had it so deep inside her. "Just giving Tony a lift home!"

"Of course. You live across the street from her, right?" Emily said, turning to Tony.

"Uhm, yeah..." Tony said, taking a step towards his car. "I'll be waiting, Mrs. B."

"Sure, I'll be right there," Louise said. She looked at Emily. "What's up?"

"I was just wondering if I could come over and talk with you and John for a bit? Later this week or something? I'm sorry if I'm intruding, it was just very nice to talk to you guys. You're so friendly," Emily said.

"Of course! Anytime. Except for Thursday, I'm tutoring that day so I'm staying late at school," Louise said.

"Perfect! I can come over on Friday then? Unless it's a bother?" Emily asked, sounding very polite, even more so in her alluring French accent. Even the way she said ‘bother’ made the word sound so adoring.

"Not at all! It'll be great!" Louise smiled.

"Great. Well, I don't wanna keep you from your friend for too long, so I'll let you go," Emily said.

Minutes later, Louise was bobbing her head up and down in Tony's lap, sucking him off as he reclined in the passenger seat. The parking lot was completely empty now, and it was getting dark, so it wasn't too likely that anyone would see them.

She had made him wait, so apparently that meant she had to suck his cock before they drove off. Louise still found the act degrading and vile, but a necessary evil as she knew John would rage with humility and horniness when he saw it. She just hoped he wouldn't ask for a blow job, as it would be so bad for her own husband to sully his own wife in such a compromising way.

Louise was nowhere near taking Tony's huge cock down her throat, but he still seemed content with her submitting herself to him, and besides his cock head was utterly sensitive anyway.

"Yeah, suck that dick, bitch," Tony grunted, pointing her phone at her. "Show me how much you love sucking off a younger stud. Bet you've never had one nearly as fat. Fuck, you've gotten so good at this!"

Louise let out a moan in response, feeling her pussy grow wetter. Tony was right, she was getting good at this.

"Alright, I think you earned yourself a ride," Tony said, pushing Louise off him. She sat up in her seat, a bit confused. "Drive us back to yours. I need to fuck you hard, baby."

Louise got behind the wheel and started up the car, hurriedly driving off, eager to get back home and have him pound her in bed.

Twenty minutes later they stormed through the living room and into the bedroom, where Tony pushed Louise onto the bed. She landed on her stomach and quickly turned over, ready to get plowed. Tony undressed as he walked over to the bed, leaving his clothes on the floor, his giant cock bouncing up and down as he moved. He climbed onto the bed and mounted Louise.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, you hear me?" Tony growled. "You want it? Want my cock to fill you up?"

"Yes! Yes, please! Please fuck me, Tony," Louise gasped, spreading her legs eagerly.

He didn't hesitate to grab her ankles and place her feet on either side of his shoulders as he lowered himself until the head of his mighty tool pressed against her slick opening. It always amazed him how she was always so wet, meaning he didn’t have to deal with any pesky foreplay. He could always go straight for the main course.

Louise sucked in a deep breath as he spread her opening, inch by inch disappearing into her and filling her walls, stretching Louise to her limits. Her fingers clawed at the sheet as that familiar ache came again, his sheer size enough to tear any woman apart. He never stopped pushing, inching deeper and deeper, sending jolt after jolt of pure erotic pain up her spine and making Louise squeal and groan and shake from the intensity.

His lips curved into a cruel, cocky smirk. No matter how many times Tony stretched Louise open, she'd never get used to his enormous size, especially when his hips slammed forward, knocking the air out of her lungs and smashing against her pelvis, indenting her stomach from the sheer amount he had pushed in, giving him the greatest of thrills. Her expression shifted as the agony momentarily mixed with rapture, letting out a helpless whimper with her fingers clutching the sheets tightly.

"Holy fu-fucking fuck..." Louise shuddered.

Tony let out an amused grunt and slowly withdrew his rigid length, scraping her inner walls before pushing back inside. He repeated this excruciating pattern a handful of times, much to her relief, feeling the pain starting to subside, allowing Louise to appreciate the sensations instead. To think she had him inside her so many times, the last time merely an hour ago, yet she was already tight again for him. At least that confirmed he wasn't permanently ruining her body, permanently wrecking her and her sex life with her husband, making her used only for his monstrous cock.

Oh, how wrong was she, though. For now, anyway. Tony increased the speed of his thrusts, adding pressure to her insides with each deep push. Her toes started curling, her knuckles growing white as she fought off another orgasm, having no desire to release too soon. As much as his massive cock hurt, his animalistic grunts and thrusts were enough to drive her over the edge, feeling it in her soul as she was defenseless to his immense virility and strength.

Louise closed her eyes, gasping for air, desperately trying to resist the ecstasy building inside her loins as she knew it would be to such an extreme. However, with the way he pushed into the hilt, and then some, with his balls hitting her ass each time, it wasn't long before he drove her past her limit and into a blistering climax that seized her body and her mind.

"AAAAAUUH, G-God, yes..." Louise let out.

"Feel good to get a dicking from a real man, baby?"

"Ngh, I can't wait until you breed me," Louise sighed, feeling the powerful waves of her climax fade out, barely keeping up with Tony. She opened her eyes to look up at him. She knew John loved when she talked like that, and was now doing it almost on instinct. "Please... Dump your cum in me, breed me good, Tony," she pleaded, smiling at his fat cock spreading her so widely, then further in with an extra push. It was so easy to play the part, begging to get impregnated by this bully of a young man, pretending to fall for him, get tricked.

"Oh, you'll get what you're askin' for," Tony said, his cock swelling dangerously inside her. Thank fuck she was still on the pill. "Then, when John comes home, I want you to let him fuck you. With my cum still leaking from between those slutty legs of yours!"

"What?!" Louise asked in disbelief, momentarily resurfacing from her current state, focusing on Tony instead.

"Yeah," Tony smirked, seemingly ignorant. "That'll be so fuckin' sexy! Imagine what he'll think when he finds out. He'll love it! You fuckin' love being my slut, don't you?"

"Yes..." Louise moaned.

"Then you’ll fucking do it! Oh yeah, bitch! Ah, fuck yes," Tony grunted, moving his hands to grasp her around the middle, hooking his elbows underneath her knees to draw her closer. "It's happening. It's fucking happening!"

Louise arched her back and gasped as he pushed her into position, his cock finding even deeper, more tender territory with every powerful thrust of his pelvis against hers, burying the immense shaft completely, leaving nothing untouched and forcing Louise to surrender all control, completely submitting to his desire. Her hands reached behind her and clutched the headboard tightly to help relieve her burning muscles.

"Oh fuck!" Tony cursed. "I'm cumming! Ah shit, here it comes. Hold on!"

Her body locked down, squeezing his tool tight with all she had. He exploded inside her with an echoing bellow, an intense heat flooded her canal, mixing with a comforting warmth as her womb began to bloat and swell from the sheer volume of potent male sperm forced to travel into her. Louise watched in astonishment and delight as her abdomen began to gradually expand to hold the multiple servings being dumped into her, rendering her fully his, willing or not.

With every strong twitch of his shaft and jerk of his muscles, Louise felt more of him fill her, until he eventually relaxed his iron grip and pulled free. It took no more than ten seconds before her pussy began gushing the teen's excessive load out in buckets, splashing down the crack of her ass and all over the bed. She collapsed limply and tiredly into the sheets, exhausted beyond belief from Tony's effort. She managed a small smile as the weight of his body lifted from her and he moved to her side, catching her breath.

The room was silent, save for the soft squishy sounds coming from the trickles and splatters of the teen's cream leaking out of Louise's pussy. A shiver went through her body, down her thighs, and into her calves as a cold pool of jizz formed beneath her butt.

"Remember, you're going to have John's cock soon," Tony broke the silence, sending a chill down her spine. "You'll fuck him while filled with my cum, and I bet that idiot will think you're just very wet." Tony grinned at the still-recording camera, knowing John's debasement would be eternified.

"That's so wrong," Louise muttered, still a bit debased by Tony.

"What? C'mon, what's the harm, especially considering how much he'll love this," Tony said, reaching down to grope her phat ass.

"This will break him, and make him hate me for all eternity," Louise tried arguing, failing to hide her moans as he started kneading and massaging her cheeks.

"He won't break. If I know one thing, it's that this fuckin' pervert will love this," Tony insisted.

"You are so disgusting!" Louise shook her head.

"This is so wrong," she repeated to herself, though he was probably right. John would surely be thrilled to the slutty behavior of his proper wife. And if John banged her when he got home, he’d at least feel some of Tony’s leftovers, slick or crusty. If crusty, maybe John had to go down on her so she wouldn’t be so sore.

"Just do it," Tony told her, sounding firm. He slapped his hand across her round, firm bottom, letting it echo throughout the room. She jerked, grimacing at the sharp pain that made her whimper.

"Okay, fine..." Louise mumbled.

Tony grinned and pushed himself into position above her. "So fuckin' sexy," he growled, aligning his giant erection and easing himself to her mouth. "Want to give him an extra wet kiss too? Or have something extra on your breath?" he teased.

"Fuck..."

Louise opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around Tony's cock. Her mouth was overloaded with his flavor; both her own juices along with his thick, nasty sperm, and it didn't help when his immense girth slowly pushed into her mouth, threatening to suffocate her. With a humph, the young brute groaned loudly, pushing a few inches more than her lips could handle, causing her cheeks to pucker and eyes to water. He continued to thrust, brushing the top of her tongue, while gradually filling Louise's mouth. Her mind was completely blank at the vile sight and sensation.

Her husband would probably really lose his mind he'd know he had tasted Tony on his own wife. Louise didn't know if that turned her on more or the act itself, the act of doing something so naughty, so humiliating for her poor John. Oh her unknowing husband. Her loving, kind, and gentle husband. Would this take the romance from their love? Would John hate her forever for humiliating him so? No. This was what John wanted. She needed to remind herself of that.

Louise continued to clean Tony's cock for another few minutes, the entire process difficult to do without gagging, but it seemed to only increase his arousal, feeling his heavy cock engorge even more, practically forcing itself down her esophagus.

"How-how is it so hard again?" Louise croaked before he stuffed the big thing down her mouth again.

"Ah, ah, fuckin' 'cause you're that fuckin' sexy," Tony groaned, gripping a handful of her hair as he bucked into her face. "There is no way in hell I'd ever have a problem getting hard around you. My god, those fuckin' perfect lips wrapped around my cock..."

"Gguk," she choked.

"Such a fuckin' slutty, dirty teacher," he continued, moving his hips back to withdraw momentarily before sliding back in.

"Gagh!"

Louise felt so disgusted by Tony simply bucking his hips, in essence fucking her mouth. Her, the proper teacher, proud married wife, was getting her mouth fucked by a teenager. Tony was totally destroying her once-clean image with every thrust. Her entire world was the giant pulsating cock jabbing the back of her throat, forcing her saliva out and dribbling onto her breasts. Her tongue could feel the urethra pushing out more pre-cum, and the softness of the cock skin rubbing against her teeth.

Louise felt a new respect for blowjobs, though it still was horrible. The air, along with a copious amount of slobber, was forced from the corners of her mouth to make room for his massive thickness and was continually punched against the back of her throat until tears were running down her cheeks.

"Good girl, baby," Tony said.

He slowly pulled away, his cock exiting with a wet squelch, followed by a stream of slimy saliva pouring from her lips and onto her chin. Louise was left gasping for air, coughing as she tried to catch her breath. Tony grabbed his cock to lightly jerk it against Louise's tongue, looking proudly down at his handiwork; the degraded housewife.

"You love my cock, don't you?" he asked.

"I love your cock, Tony," Louise confirmed.

"Yeah. I know you do," Tony said, slapping it against her face. "And I know you love my cum too. My thick, nasty load. Tell me how much you do."

"I don't... it's so nasty and slimy, and gross... I don't–"

"Say it."

"Fine," Louise whined, lowering her voice to a whisper, not believing what she was about to say. "I love it... I love your cum. Happy?"

"Fuck yeah. Remember to swallow it all, okay babe? John's gonna taste it, but we don't want him knowing until his birthday, right?" Tony said, pushing his cock between her lips again before Louise could reply.

"Hunhgh," she choked again as he filled her mouth again. Her eyelids closed tightly in reflex to the repeated intrusion, taking in every inch the young stud was able to feed to her. Her hands instinctively clung to his hips for support as he slammed into her face repeatedly, once again with relentless fervor. Louise wanted so desperately for Tony to slow down but found it impossible to plead as her lips were being battered and abused by Tony's cock.

"Alright, baby. Get ready, here it comes," Tony announced.

Her eyes shot open at his announcement, knowing he would soon flood her mouth. His breathing became heavier and louder until his toes began curling under him, a sure sign the youth would explode at any moment, and his nasty sperm travel across her mouth, along her tongue, and down into her throat to digest it. 

While Louise would do everything she could to swallow it all, she knew the taste and the strong pungent odor would linger for John to wonder, to guess when tasting it. Louise shamefully loved the idea of tricking her husband in such a way. That was so wrong on so many levels. It added the perfect amount of venom to them sneaking around like this.

The moment he released his seed, Louise could feel the thick viscous liquid pour over her tongue, quickly filling her mouth with an enormous load. The taste of him was utterly foul; musky and bitter and so thick, almost clumpy. She tried her best to keep up, but some of his seed poured down her lips, splattering across her neck and breasts.

As soon as his balls had emptied, Tony withdrew his tool from her mouth. He quickly moved away and stood at the edge of the bed. Louise sat up and opened her mouth, showing off the sticky cum that coated the inside, making Tony smile proudly. Louise closed her mouth to chew and then audibly swallow it down in several attempts, shuddering in disgust as it went down.

"That was so hot," Tony said, smirking. "John will totally love watching you drink all my cum."

"Fuck," Louise gasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Louise then looked at her clock on the nightstand and knew it was only a matter of moments until John would be arriving. Was she really gonna dishonor her own husband in such a way? To let him unknowingly partake in his own humiliation?

She felt so dirty, so slutty. And Tony seemed to relish in it, like he got off on degrading her husband in this way.

"Time to fuck your hubby, baby," Tony said, taking his stuff and hurrying downstairs, using the kitchen door for good measure.

*

Driving home from work today, drumming the steering wheel along to some ACDC song, I was in a pretty good mood. It was autumn, and the days were growing darker, but my mood was on a upward trajectory. I wasn't too sure from what, I was just lively lately. Maybe all the cardio gave me an extra surge of energy. Or maybe it was just having such a great wife at home, who seemed to lately be extra adoring.

And when I actually got home, lo and behold, I found her in bed ready for me.

"Tony was just here, so I need you to come reclaim me right away," Louise said, looking me dead in the eye. "He bred me good, so now you have to win me back."

With dirty talk so filthy, I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I ripped off my clothes, climbed between my wife's legs, and plunged straight into her incredibly wet entrance. And damn, she was really wet! I could slide into her without problem, and the wet sound of my cock churning her insides sounded extra nasty. Louise had the most blissful expression on her face.

"You feel so good inside me," she whispered, running her hands through my hair.

"God, you're so wet," I commented, though I have to say I struggled to gain any friction.

"It's Tony's cum," Louise whispered, teasing me so good. She knew exactly which buttons to push. "And if you kiss me, you can even taste him on my breath. Strong and pungent."

"Oh fu–" I gasped as I damn near lost it. Louise talking so filthy seemed to even get her going, as she started to meet my thrusts with her own, despite laying in a missionary position.

"Do you like how Tony bred me? You like that he filled me up with his nasty sperm? I feel so dirty..."

I let out a grunt and increased my tempo, not able to keep up with Louise's degeneracy. I found her lips, and sure enough her breath held the most disgusting odor and taste I'd ever encountered. Louise had no doubt done something to make it so realistic as it almost made me gag. For a faint moment, I was almost inclined to believe Louise's words about her infidelity. But no, I knew better than that.

"I hate how he tastes, yet I suck him off whenever he needs it," Louise whispered in my ear, even still tickling my nose with that vile scent. I moved to kiss her, and this time Louise shoved her tongue into me with much more velocity than before.

I tried to picture it. Tony's big cock in her mouth, pulsing, and with each pulse fill my wife's mouth with the disgusting taste I found on her lips. Even just imagening such a farfetched thing to happen was enough for my breath to grow labored as I soon had to give up the fight against my own orgasm.

"God, I'm gonna cum..." I announced. I felt humiliated to even admit it to myself, but I wasn’t cumming due to feeling my incredibly wet wife, but the thoughts of Tony fucking her mouth. Fucking her ass. Doing things she’d never do. That was what made me cum.

"In me. In me!" Louise whimpered. "I need you to reclaim me! Fuck! Come on!"

With a small grunt and a gasp, I hilted myself as deep as I could and erupted. The knowledge that Tony, once upon a time, had reached much deeper than I did right now made my cock flinch even harder, filling Louise's insides. My wife wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tight as I finished unloading inside her, leaving her utterly satisfied and worn out.

"I love you," Louise whispered in my ear, smiling as she held me close. "Mind getting dinner started? I'm toast. And by the way, Emily is stopping by on Friday again, I hope you don't mind."

“The things you said about Tony…” I began, but Louise interrupted.

“It’s all for your fantasy. Don’t worry,” Louise smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m not letting him knock me up any time soon. Can’t have that big dick in me unprotected when that time comes.”

“If you’re not careful with how you mince your words, you’ll get a round two,” I teased back.

Glance over some yadda yadda bullshit. More anal teasing? Maybe John asks for BJ, gets firmly rejected.

*

Louise was sitting at her desk. A bunch of scribbling emanated from the thirty students before her, as she had sprung a last minute surprise test on them. It wasn't very important for their grades, but rather as a nice measuring stick to see what they knew now compared to later. Meanwhile, Louise was working on writing a report on another class, as they had done fairly horrible on the same test.

To her pleasant surprise, she saw that the other PE teacher at the school had used the same test, and that Tony had done pretty good. They didn't grade these, but he'd get a solid B if they did. It felt a bit odd feeling a sense of pride, but she did. Besides all the sex, he was learning something.

Soon enough, the bell rang, and the class filed out, handing in the paper on their way out. To her major surprise, Tony showed up. Maybe it shouldn't be such a surprise, but now they were in public. She couldn't afford anyone getting suspicious!

"Hey, Mrs. Banks, you wanted to see me?" Tony said loud enough for people to hear. At least he played the role. She was his official tutor, so they did have some excuse. She better play along to not cause a scene.

"Ah yes, erh, I wanted to talk to you about your test," Louise said, scrambling for something that made sense. Louise eyed as the remnants of her students exited, and she hurried over to close the door. "What the fuck are you doing here, Tony?!" she asked hurriedly. "There's another class in 15 minutes!"

"What? Can't a guy drop by and say hello to his favorite tutor?" Tony grinned.

"Are you an idiot? You can't just show up here! People will talk!" Louise complained.

"Calm down, no one will know," Tony said. "You said John never did anything at your work, so now that I've had you in your office, I sorta always wanted to fuck a teacher in her classroom."

"What? We can't! I mean... Why now? Can't I, like, give you detention so at least there's no other people?" Louise asked. It wasn't like she wanted to do it anyway, but that way she'd buy herself time.

"Pff, it makes it more exciting like this," Tony shrugged. "Besides, we're all alone now. We better use our time well."

"No! Tony, don't–" Louise pleaded, as he advanced upon her. "Please, someone will find us!"

Tony pushed her against the wall next to the door, trapping her with his big arms on either side of her. His hands escaped around her and she felt his big hands travel down towards the ass John adored. 

"I'll either bang you against the door or the desk. Your choice," Tony said, letting one hand down to maul her butt cheeks. "Man, I can't wait till you let me fuck this ass."

"That won't happen. Neither will this!" Louise said, pushing him away. Tony relented.

"What about a blow job, then? That never takes long, and will leave way less of a clean up job," Tony proposed.

Louise sighed, but then nodded. "Fine, but we gotta be quick," she said, getting on her knees before him.

Tony wasted no time in pulling down his pants and underwear, letting his hard cock spring free and nearly smacking Louise in the face.

"Remember to record," Louise said, nodding toward her phone. Tony rolled his eyes and grabbed it.

"Of course," Tony said, pointing it at Louise, who wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, giving it a few tugs. She licked her lips and swallowed as much of Tony's cock as she could, managing to get half of it in her mouth. Her tongue traced the bottom of his shaft as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth, swirling her tongue around the tip with each pass.

"Fuck, I love your mouth," Tony grunted. "I can't believe I have a hot milf teacher on her knees like this. In her classroom. You're the perfect slut, Louise."

Using her name made her internally wince a little, but she tried to ignore him and focus on pleasuring him, even though the taste of his cock was repulsive, and the sheer size of him stretched her jaw so wide. Tony placed his other hand on the back of Louise's head, forcing her forward as he thrusted, adding a few inches more each time he hit her lips, quickly reaching the limit of what Louise could take. Tony grunted loudly and proceeded to use her mouth violently, not caring for the gagging sounds her teacher made.

"Fucking choke on my fat cock," Tony grinned.

Louise eternally wished he would finish as soon as possible, as she saw time ticking. By letting him have his way with her mouth, Louise hoped he'd cum quickly and be done with. Thankfully, he did. With a powerful push of his pelvis, Tony hilted his fat cock, filling Louise's mouth, forcing her to gulp down as quickly as possible so nothing would spill. His cum was very potent, and the musky taste was extremely concentrated. This time, she'd had time to get used to its horrid flavor, making it more bearable.

Tony eased himself out of her mouth with a sigh of relief, his cock slick and sticky with a mixture of the student and teacher's spit and pre-cum.

"Thanks, babe," Tony grinned. "See you after school for our tutoring session. And I might need some help this weekend too!"

"I need to be with my husband too," Louise protested, awkwardly getting back up while straightening her shirt and skirt.

"Nah, I don't give a shit about that. I got a nice hot milf at my disposal, I'm going to take full advantage. All the way up till John's birthday, per our agreement," Tony said.

"Whatever. Get outta here, I need to... rinse my mouth or something. You mind eating from fruit once in a while?" Louise chided. Tony just chuckled, gave his two-finger salute and went his merry way.

Meanwhile, Louise hurried to the nearest teacher's bathroom, a bottle of mouthwash tucked into her shirt, hoping no one would see. It wasn't a long walk after all.

"Louise!" Louise heard someone call out in a French accent. Emily was hurrying towards her. "Hey. Just wanted to say, I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow. It has been so nice that we have become friends!"

"Oh! Yeah, it's so nice. Especially with such a lovely girl such as yourself," Louise smiled.

"Erh, Louise, you have something caught in the corner of your mouth," Emily said, squinting at Louise's mouth.

Louise immediately got beet red, knowing full well what that huge glop of goo was. Emily didn't seem to draw the conclusion as quick. "Erh, it's cream gone bad. Hence why I brought this," Louise said, showing the mouth wash.

"Merde! That is so disgusting. You better hurry, there's only a few minutes left of the free period," Emily said, and Louise began down the hallway.

"See you later," Louise called, and the two exchanged a wave. Phew, that was a close one.

How had Louise ever found herself at such a low point? Getting caught in the hallway with a student's cum still stuck on her face? She was so damn embarrassed she could just die. Then later Louise was due for more delicious pounding from Tony. All the things she'd do for her husband... None of this would ever have happened if it wasn't for him.

Sure, she did like some of the humiliation factors, and the great sex of course. It was only reasonable she'd at least get something from this. But that didn't make it any more okay or less debasing.

As Louise stood there, Tony's warm milk still tasting strong in her mouth, she was starting to feel worse for John. Maybe... maybe Tony was starting to go too far. Yes, maybe it would be better if she broke it off. Tony seemed to get new ideas all the time. Why couldn't he just be content with fucking a hot blonde milf, as he'd put it?

Louise rinsed out her mouth twice more, then went back to her classroom, trying to shove all of these thoughts away. She had to remain strong. Only a bit more than two weeks left. This weekend, the next, and then John's birthday was the next after that. That was it!

When it came to the tutoring session later, she'd just have to endure. She had sworn to be his obedient slut, so here we are. Louise was stubborn, if nothing else. She wouldn't give in until this was all over. She'd be strong.

Tony, though. She hoped he wouldn't push it too far.

*

The following Friday evening Louise and John spent another lovely evening with Emily. The young French girl had become a good friend to both of them. Louise loved hanging with her, and she was able to connect with a teenager on such a plane, other than as a teacher. She was a real sweetheart. They were now playing a board game together, a few beers in them already.

"I think I'm a bit tipsy," Louise admitted, taking a sip of her beer.

"You're so cute," Emily giggled. "I think you can handle yourself better than most people I know."

"Oh, that is so nice of you," Louise smiled. It wasn't often a student called her cute, but she tended to get a bit flush when she drank. "Your turn by the way, dear," Louise said to John.

"Right," John nodded, rolling the dice. He managed to get away with a four.

"Hurry and place your tiles!" Emily told him.

"Yeah yeah, I'm almost done," John said.

"I hate those colors," Louise remarked, then made the mistake of checking her phone. She almost had a heart attack.

It was from Tony. And, God, was it dirty. And as crude as usual. "I need you to suck me off," he wrote. It was never enough. Yesterday, during their tutoring session, Tony fucked her tits, made her suck him off twice, and then fucked her silly for what felt like an eternity. All while taunting her about anal, fucking her at the school, making her addicted, all that stuff. Louise had to admit to herself that some of his talk turned her on a lot, though.

It also annoyed Louise that he was increasingly getting fed up with having to film all the time. He had been so good at remembering it before, but yesterday, he either wanted to ignore it or simply forgot.

But Louise remembered. Otherwise, she'd be simply cheating on John. Without those recordings, there was no point to her cheating, other than sheer lust. And while John had his fetish, Louise didn't want to cheat just for the sake of cheating. Louise looked at her husband, just sitting next to her so peacefully and focused. There were a lot of times she considered telling him the truth. After all, what would he think of her? She was disgusted with herself. This was her worst, most sordid secret, that was ripping her morals apart. Louise didn't want this life, though. She wanted her old life. Louise wanted to wake up in bed next to her loving husband again, instead of waking up feeling like an utter slut and degraded woman.

But deep down, there was the horrible truth. Louise was warming to the naughty acts. Not only from the carnal, pounding pleasure, but she started getting some sadistic satisfaction from tricking and humiliating her hubby. It had given her such a wickedly pleasant sensation that Tony got his cock cleaned by her when John wasn't even home! Or that Tony could easily take her whenever he wanted as if she was some easy slut.

Louise had these eternal monologues all throughout her debauchery, yet, she persisted. Was there any use in beating herself up about it? After all, she had committed to this, and she was enjoying it. A lot. So in a sick way, wasn't she reaping all the benefits? There wasn't much else that would make her happier besides making John happy. And this seemed to fulfill both of their desires perfectly.

Still, Louise wrote Tony, "Not now, we have guests." Then promptly put the phone away. The evening continued, and while Louise heard another text come, she decided that if anything was happening, it would happen on her terms. And later. It was her turn to draw a card and roll the dice.

Later, when Louise was doing the dishes, and Emily and John were talking in the living room, her phone beeped again. Louise didn't want to check it, and she had been good so far, but the phone also had been quiet thus far. With a sigh, Louise opened it, seeing Tony's reply.

"I don't give a shit. Get to my place. Now."

That was two hours ago. Apparently, Tony had relented. Louise wondered what he'd done in that time. She had been so tempted to answer back, "Sorry, but I'm not your bitch," but knew that would just lead to further trouble. And Louise needed to remain calm, stay firm, and be strong. If she let him have his way with her tonight, then he'd expect it on a daily basis. Louise needed to draw the line somewhere, or this would never end.

Louise sighed as she dried the dishes, thinking to herself. She had already committed to being his slut, so again, what was the point in trying to stop now? She at least could give him a reply like earlier. Persist on being busy.

"No, sorry. Later."

A few seconds later, she got a reply. "Meet me out back. You can suck me off in the shed."

This was ridiculous. How dare he speak to her like this? So expectantly! And even more, how dare he come to her house? He knew John was home. But Louise had had it with him already tonight. With a huff, she slipped her shoes on and stormed out into the yard.

The yard was pretty spacious, as they managed to even have a small cluster of apple trees. Their shed was down by a corner, a few trees both in front of it and behind it, offering some privacy. When Louise reached the shed, the door was already open.

"Are you nuts?! What if John or Emily saw?!" Louise complained when she arrived, crossing her arms.

"Calm down. John and the Frenchie are probably watching cartoons. No one will notice," Tony said.

"You do realize I have a husband in there, right? Watching television, chatting with a friend! While you're out here, having me sucking you off? What is the matter with you?!" Louise hissed.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever, are you gonna get started or not?"

"Look, this is not what I agreed to. You promised you would be within reason," Louise said.

"Well, it is within reason, if we don't take ages discussing it beforehand. Just accept your role as a dutiful slut, and suck me off!" Tony demanded.

"No!" Louise hissed, straightening her back. She was gonna remain strong. "How dare you treat me like this? Like I'm your personal sex toy?! And what the fuck do I even get out of sucking you off, more so, when it’s an obvious inconvenience to me?"

"Look, if you're not willing to suck my cock, fine. But I think if you didn't actually want it, you wouldn't have replied, or just not met me out here. I'm not gonna beg for a blow job. If you wanna suck me off, then come on over here, and get on your knees," Tony said.

"That's not fair. You know I want to make John happy. But you are making this increasingly difficult for me!" Louise whined, still standing firm. “I mean, at school, then now here with him right there?”

"So you don't want to suck me off? Simple as that. Okay. I can take no for an answer," Tony said.

Louise was starting to get annoyed by how cool he was about all this. But she remained strong, knowing this was the right thing to do. She was a married woman, and should act like one. Sure she'd indulge in some cuckolding, but she couldn't be such a wanton slut. Even if she had been one on more than one occasion for Tony before, but that was different! It just wast!

"Fine, whatever. I'll take my leave," Tony then shrugged.

"No, wait," Louise said, holding up her hand. "Just... okay, look, this is really dangerous and all. But..." Louise said. Her eyes shot briefly towards Tony's crotch. His trousers were clearly tented by the huge cock inside. "I can... like, just... just a blow job, right?"

Louise was stuck on a few words as she talked, stammering slightly. Tony, on the other hand, couldn't believe his dumb luck. He had been bluffing at first, even with the texts he didn't expect anything, but Louise met him at every step of the way.

"What? Are you sure?" Tony asked, just to make sure he heard right.

"Yes, but just a blowjob, okay? That's it. Then you're done for tonight," Louise said.

"Sure, whatever you want, baby," Tony smiled. "But you might wanna hurry."

Louise looked back towards the house, then slowly lowered herself on her knees. Her eyes were locked on the tent in his pants. Her hands moved to unbuckle his belt, and pull down the zipper. Louise licked her lips at the sight of his girthy slab of meat, glistening from his reeking sweaty underwear. It always surprised her how incredibly aroused she got when seeing Tony's monstrous cock. Even though she'd be doing him a favor, it seemed like a fair trade, as if Louise got something out of this. She was already throbbing just thinking of his big fat cock in her mouth.

How had she even tried to deny him? Such a tool needed the utmost attention. Louise dragged his briefs along with his trousers all the way to his knees, giving way to a small satisfied hum herself.

"Are you okay out there?" someone shouted from the direction of the house, and Louise instinctively flung her body around, hiding his cock. It had been Emily, apparently having followed after her. Louise's face was a flutter. If Emily saw, then the jig was up. Luckily she stopped by a fence post, not knowing where to look for Louise.

"Yeah, I just wanted to collect the apples before the evening grew dark. I'm out here in the orchard," Louise called. She sighed, feeling relieved Emily hadn't come down to investigate.

"You want me to help?" Emily asked, sounding closer.

"Erh, thanks for the offer, but I have it under control," Louise replied, trying her best not to sound shaky.

"Alright! Have fun!" Emily shouted, walking back. Louise watched her return to the backdoor and close it, leaving Louise alone.

"Oh my God!" Louise whispered. She looked back at Tony and shook her head at his smirk. "Don't say a damn word."

Tony didn't.

Taking a deep breath, Louise faced Tony's cock again, grabbing it and getting back on her knees. Louise wrapped her fingers around his large, throbbing cock, taking in the aroma that his cock gave off. Tony had the most pungent scent, an earthy and strong stench of unwashed male genitalia. He obviously took zero measures in hygiene, yet Louise didn't care in the moment. She held the smell in for a second, her eyes closed. Without even being touched herself, she felt his presence was enough. A symbol of his prowess. Then her tongue slid along the soft length of the shaft, covering it with a glistening coat of saliva. Then Louise proceeded to pepper his veiny rod in a dozen kisses, not a square inch escaping her mouth.

Meanwhile, her hands gently stroked the hard shaft. Tony sighed in content, stroking her head as she performed such an affectionate display of a blowjob, despite him demanding she suck him. In his mind, the fact he could get Louise on her knees at his mercy, a loving wife so willing to suck her student's cock, all so she could get his sperm to make her own husband happy was the perfect symphony.

And here she was. She went all in this time, locking her eyes with his as she stroked and sucked his member to fullness. Worshiping Tony for all that his perfect big cock deserved. She got lost in her devotion, her mind focusing on nothing else. No thoughts of cheating, nothing. She just worshiped him. His big cock was her world, and that was a fact. Tony's hand stroked through her hair, gently bucking his hips, testing to see what she would be comfortable with. Louise remained silent. Her body was on autopilot, just pleasuring this young, gifted stallion.

"Damn, Mrs Banks, you look so fucking hot, just kneeling there. Giving me head like that," Tony grinned down at her. “You sure you’d never do this for John?”

It brought her out of her haze a little, but at this stage, Louise didn't feel much like herself anymore. She didn't feel a moral responsibility either. Louise disengaged with his cock to nestle into the root of his shaft, licking and kissing while jerking him with her both hands. With a nice big cock like this, why not pay as much attention to the bottom too. It was every bit as deserving. She would not skip over anything. This had to be her absolute best.

Louise shook her head, still with her mouth full of cock.

"Fuck, Louise," Tony moaned, making Louise wince at hearing her name during the current context. "Suck my nuts too. That’s what real cheating sluts do."

Louise hesitated for a moment. She had never done that before. She drew back a few inches to look at his huge plums hanging beneath, gleaming from the wet droplets of spit coating them. Louise swallowed, unsure how she should even approach such an act, but nevertheless leaned forward to suck and kiss her lover's balls. One side, the right, was devoured by her lips, and Louise made sure she didn't skip a square inch. Then she continued to the other. The salty, musky flavor and intense odor almost became a little much.

To think this teenager with a huge cock look this could be so intoxicating. Add more to her mental arousal here? Maybe he has to do something for her earlier. Or Later. OR remind her what he can do. Tony has to ask again: “you’d ever be such a slut for John”

She pulled off and looked dreamily up at Tony. She felt so slutty from having worshiped him so vividly, her mind was almost in a haze from his potent smell. Louise couldn't care less what happened next. She looked up at him, dreamily, awaiting instructions.

"Fuck, yes. That felt good," Tony groaned. "Now, you gonna learn till next time I want something?"

Louise nodded, licking his nuts still, jerking him sloppily.

"Say it."

"I will learn next time, Tony," Louise replied obediently.

"That’s a good little cocksucker," Tony smirked, patting her forehead. "Will you be my devoted slut from now on?"

Louise hesitated again. How had he cast such a spell on her already? He hadn't even touched her, but still made her lose her common sense. It was scary and humiliating.

"Will you?" Tony demanded.

"I..."

"Tell me what I want to hear."

"I'll be your loyal cock slut."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Good," Tony grinned. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her on. Louise resumed pleasing him, looking up at him, squinting from shame, and now also feeling extremely slutty for being so easily brought down and tamed by him. "I'm giving you the week and weekend off, but next weekend my parents are out of town. You better find some excuse for John, because I want you all the way till Sunday evening. It's the last before his birthday, so we'll make a marathon out of it, but I want you pent up. Would you want that? Nothing but my big cock inside of you all weekend?"

"Y...es," Louise slurred with her mouth full, unsure what was even happening. What the heck was even going on? She had come out here to tell him off, now she was swearing fealty to her, and that she'd lie to her own husband just so she could get fucked all weekend by Tony? How could anyone behave in such a ridiculous manner?

“Good. I’ll fuck the shit out of you all weekend. And until then, I want you to wear that vibrator thong again. I need you all pent up and needy. Got it?” Tony commanded.

“Yes,” Louise whispered, going back to bob rapidly on his cock head, using her tongue to swirl the underside of his tip

"My god, I love your mouth," Tony chuckled. "Alright, I think you deserve your reward."

Louise dove as far as her mouth would allow. Even then, the tip didn't enter her throat. However, she kept a firm grip on the base, her lips gliding along it with great ease, producing the filthiest of sounds in the little shed John had built a year ago. Tony thrust into her a few times, hissing and groaning from pleasure. Louise began humming as she fellated him, hoping the vibration would finally push him over. Her wet orifice had become his filthy plaything, and Tony couldn't be happier.

Louise felt him swell and throb, and a gush of pre-cum filled her mouth. It was the signal that Tony was getting near, which she confirmed a few moments later, as her mouth was pumped full of thick, strong seed. Louise was worried she wouldn't be able to keep up. Nevertheless, she swallowed every drop with practiced ease.

"God, I needed that. Good fucking Christ," Tony grunted, grabbing the shelf behind him, as his legs were getting weak. Louise bobbed her head, milking out the last remains she could, her tongue working overtime. After all, if this was to be it until the next time, Louise had to milk his cock dry. Making him feel good and satisfied. To think she had sworn to never take a cock in her mouth to now eagerly gulping his chewy semen down. Life was strange like that.

When the cock in her mouth softened, and she was confident he'd have nothing left in him, Louise took her time, finishing the cleaning job she started. A job well done was always satisfying to see. Her lover was moaning softly from all the attention, feeling as if his sensitive organ was about to melt in her warm mouth. Louise let the cock fall from her lips with a wet slob, looking up at him expectantly.

"Can I go back now?" she asked.

"Who was that girl calling for you? She was that French girl, right?" Tony asked, ignoring her question.

"Emily. You've met her. She's quite taken with John," Louise said, getting back up. Her clothes had some smudges on them from the dusty floor, as well as grass stains. Nothing serious. She better find some apples though.

"You think John wanna fuck her? Or a threesome?" Tony asked.

"She's pretty, who wouldn't?" Louise said. But she was giving Tony ideas. It would be such a power move to rail that French slut as well, stealing her away from John in the process. There was something so devilish about this that Tony liked.

But Louise was catching on. "Don't even think about it!" she said.

Tony chuckled. "You better get back to your guest," he smiled, pulling up his pants. "Later, Louise."

Louise decided not to answer, she just stomped angrily off toward the house, picking up a quick basket of apples on the way. Meanwhile, she was going to need another swig or two of mouthwash before seeing her guest. And some perfume or some sort of blockade.

*

Here: add John POV from the night

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“What took you so long?”

“I sucked off Tony, what do you think?” Louise answered annoyedly. “Sorry. Just had hard time… picking apples. I’m so short.”

“Heh, should’ve asked for help.”

Louise smirks, and gives him a kiss. Note her breath again. 

Ask for a blowjob again.

*

To his credit, Tony did refrain himself. Throughout the week, Louise wasn't bothered. He didn't text or call, he kept out of sight, and he didn't goad Louise to give in. Louise did consider his words, his dare. Wouldn't it be the ultimate act of her loyalty towards John and cuckolding fetish? And getting to be Tony's slut throughout an entire weekend was a testament to their deal and dedication to his fantasy. But as usual, the mental resistance took over, and Louise maintained the notion she shouldn't do this anymore. Any more than necessary, that is.

*

So that's the draft. Not much remains. Let me know what you think.