The House Guest

Rory's heart skipped a beat as he entered the hallway, his gaze immediately drawn to the bags and cases scattered about, creating an atmosphere of disarray. A knowing smile played at the corners of his lips, a hint of anticipation mingling with cautious excitement. This had all the signs of the start of one of his wife's adventures. His intuition hinted at the possibilities, but he tempered his expectations, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon.

Amidst the tumult, his wife Nicole sat, a mischievous smile lighting up her face. Her eyes twinkled with a playful glint that piqued Rory's curiosity. Beside her sat a young woman, her innocent features marked by traces of recent tears, her mascara smudged. She was young, maybe twenty or twenty-one, and almost certainly one of Nicole's university students, the realization fueling his expectations.

Rory gently guided Nicole into the kitchen, a subtle undercurrent of anticipation coloring his voice as he asked the question that had been swirling in his mind. "Who is she?" he inquired, his tone brimming with playful intrigue.

Nicole's eyes danced with a mixture of amusement and excitement as she unveiled the truth. "She's Sophie, one of my film study students," she confessed, mischief lacing her words. "Apparently, she's fallen behind on rent and was evicted by her landlord. She needs a place to stay for the weekend, so I offered her our spare room."

Rory listened intently, a smile spreading across his face as he unraveled Nicole's underlying intentions. Unable to resist teasing her, he playfully prodded for further revelations. "But why is she really here?" he pressed, his voice betraying a hint of anticipation.

Nicole couldn't contain herself, succumbing to Rory's teasing with a smile. "Well," she confessed, her voice betraying her desires, "I thought you deserved a little treat, and she's so cute! Don't you recognize her?"

Intrigued, Rory sauntered to the doorway, stealing a fleeting glimpse of the enchanting Sophie before closing the door and returning to Nicole's side. "She is cute," he acknowledged, his voice reflecting agreement. "Perhaps even cuter than the last one. But I don't recognize her."

Nicole's eyes sparkled mischievously as she responded, a playful smile curling her lips. "She's the girl from the locker room video I showed you."

Recognition dawned upon Rory, his delight palpable in his voice. "Oh, that's her?"

Eager to solidify his memory, Nicole retrieved her phone, locating the video in question. As Rory watched, the girl in the video became unmistakable. The footage revealed a vulnerable yet captivating scene: Sophie undressing in a large gym locker room, unaware of Nicole's discreetly hidden camera phone. Out of shot, the camera picked up Nicole's voice, engaging the petite nude girl in conversation as she retrieved hair products from her bag. The camera followed Sophie into the shower, capturing the tantalizing moments as the water cascaded over her lithe body.

The angle and focus quality deteriorated as Nicole put down her phone and joined Sophie in the shower, but the footage clearly captured their shared nudity. Nicole occasionally dared to look directly at the camera, a knowing wink passing between them.

Rory's eyes shimmered with intrigue as he coyly posed the question to Nicole, his voice laced with playful anticipation. "What have you got planned for her?" he asked, his words lingering in the air with a hint of seduction and menace.

Nicole's lips curved into a teasing smile; her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know exactly what I have planned," she responded, her voice carrying a tantalizing undertone that sent a shiver down Rory's spine. Nicole leaned closer to Rory, her voice a seductive whisper as she explained, "But I can't do it without your help," her words immediately aroused him. "Will you do this for me?"

Rory's smile widened, his eyes filled with an exhilarating blend of excitement and affection. "Of course I will," he replied, his voice brimming with assurance and eagerness. The thought of indulging Nicole's fantasies fueled his own anticipation of the upcoming adventure that lay before them.

"For now," she softly whispered, her words carrying a sense of playfulness, "I think she needs a shower and a warm bed."

After tending to the arrangements for Sophie's comfortable stay, Nicole and Rory retired to their bedroom, where Nicole, unable to contain her excitement, revealed her phone once more, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She teasingly admitted that she had accidentally left it in the bathroom.

"It seems to have been recording," Nicole said, her voice carrying a hint of exhilaration. She proudly displayed the short film she had secretly created, capturing the captivating image of Sophie now in the familiarity of their own shower. The video revealed Sophie's undeniable allure, stirring a wave of desire that coursed through both Nicole and Rory.

As they watched the clandestine movie together, Nicole provided a sensual commentary, expressing appreciation for Sophie's young body and lack of pubic hair. She couldn't help but admire the small tattoo of a devil gracing Sophie's hip, adding a touch of mystery to her enchanting presence.

Rory playfully warned Nicole about the risks she was taking, but Nicole, exuding confidence, responded with a sultry smile, "No one ever suspects women of being voyeurs."

The following morning Nicole and Sophie sat across from each other at the breakfast table, with Rory already departed for the gym.

"Sophie," Nicole began, her voice gentle yet tinged with a subtle purpose, "I want you to know that I'll do everything I can to help you find somewhere permanent to stay. I have some connections at the university housing office, and we'll work together to make sure you're settled. In the meantime, our spare room is yours for as long as you need."

Sophie nodded appreciatively, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her. Nicole delicately navigated between advice and suggestion, stressing the importance of being "friendly," particularly towards Rory.

As they continued their conversation, Sophie couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden meaning concealed within Nicole's choice of words. Was there something more to her emphasis on being "friendly" towards Rory? The word created uncertainty in Sophie's mind, leaving her slightly uneasy and questioning Nicole's true intentions. Did the subtle wink Sophie thought she caught suggest a deeper significance? These questions swirled in Sophie's thoughts, filling her mind with a blend of curiosity and caution and the possibility that there might be more to Nicole's generous actions than mere kindness towards a student in need.

"You know, Sophie," Nicole began, a hint of excitement in her voice, "I've got plans tonight. I'll be heading out, leaving you alone in the house with Rory. I thought it would be a great opportunity for you two to spend some time together and develop your friendship further."

"Oh, I see," Sophie replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "That could be nice, spending time with Rory. But, um, what exactly do you mean by "developing our friendship further"?"

Nicole quickly changed the subject, trying to alleviate the tension that had settled between them. They chatted about inconsequential matters, but Sophie couldn't shake off the unease that had settled within her.

As the afternoon wore on, Nicole, unable to resist her mischievous nature, made a lighthearted joke, "you know, Sophie, I'm not entirely sure I can trust you two alone together. After all, you're definitely Rory's type." She repeated the point that Rory would be attracted to her until Sophie began to feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Sophie's confusion deepened as Nicole, undeterred, pressed further. "I know we are fifteen years older than you, and must appear ancient, buy Rory is still an attractive man, don't you think?" Nicole asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Caught off guard, Sophie struggled to find the right words. She wanted to be polite, acknowledging Rory's attractiveness without implying any inappropriate interest. "Well, yes," she replied cautiously, "Rory is an attractive man, I guess."

Nicole, enjoying the discomfort she was causing, continued to fan the flames. "Oh, he's not just attractive, Sophie. His sexual prowess and stamina are exceptional," Nicole teased. "Sometimes, he's even too much for me on my own," silently mouthing the word "big" and making a lewd hand gesture to reinforce her point.

Sophie's cheeks flushed, her confusion mingling with a tinge of embarrassment. Nicole's revelations were quite shocking, coming from a trusted educator. Sophie's mind raced to make sense of it all. Was Nicole suggesting she should sleep with Rory? Or was she subtly hinting at a possible threesome? Sophie couldn't be certain.

To add to her inner turmoil, Sophie couldn't ignore the occasional glances or overfamiliar touches Nicole would give her. It fueled her curiosity, making her wonder if there was indeed an attraction or interest from Nicole's side. The memory of Nicole's remark, "sometimes he is too much for me on my own," echoed in her mind, intensifying her confusion.

That evening, the three of them shared a meal, cooked by Sophie as a gesture of gratitude for Nicole and Rory's hospitality. Wine flowed freely, with one bottle quickly emptied and another opened. Sophie insisted on washing the dishes and returned from the kitchen just as Nicole was leaving.

"Well, you gorgeous people," Nicole chuckled, her eyes sparkling mischievously, "I have to leave you. Behave yourselves without me."

Sophie's thoughts swirled with a mix of desire and anticipation as the evening unfolded. The combination of Nicole's departing words and the subtle chemistry between her and Rory had ignited a flame within her that she couldn't ignore. She had made her decision - if Rory were to make a pass toward her, she wouldn't resist. Nicole's hints and playful encouragement, coupled with her own attraction to Rory, had erased any doubts or hesitations.

The wine had added a touch of giddiness to Sophie's demeanor, but she remained in full control, even when Rory leaned in and kissed her, their connection undeniable as Sophie eagerly reciprocated his advances.

Rory understood the importance of not rushing the seduction and scaring off Sophie. However, he was also aware that Nicole had hidden a camera in their bedroom closet, eagerly anticipating the unfolding liaison. Rory knew that Nicole longed to witness every touch, every button undone, and every article of clothing removed, so he knew he had to delicately guide Sophie to his and Nicole's bedroom, ensuring he did not appear forceful. Only when Sophie began unbuttoning her own dress did Rory lead her upstairs.

Initially, Sophie suggested moving to the spare bedroom she occupied, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of defiling the bed that Rory shared with Nicole. However, Rory insisted that their room was larger and more comfortable, and Sophie didn't argue, her anticipation palpable.

As they entered the bedroom, Rory's gaze fell upon the closet, where Nicole had discreetly placed the camera. He was determined to make the experience unforgettable for both Sophie and his wife.

Rory's hands moved with purpose and tenderness as he reached around Sophie, his fingertips delicately gliding over the buttons of her dress. Each button released slowly, revealing glimpses of her supple skin to the camera.

Sophie's dress slipped from her shoulders, cascading to the floor, leaving her standing naked but poised before Rory. A slight chill ran through her, a combination of the cool air and the anticipation that filled the room. Rory could see the nipples on her exposed breasts tighten and become erect.

Rory's lips brushed against the nape of Sophie's neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. He whispered words of adoration, ensuring her comfort and conveying the intimacy they were about to share. Sophie leaned back, surrendering to the desires that surged within her.

Rory's hands moved with grace and reverence, gliding along Sophie's curves, exploring the contours of her body. He reveled in the softness of her skin, the arch of her back, and the feminine curves that defined her allure. Each touch awakened a newfound hunger within Sophie, a desire that mirrored Rory's own.

Sensing her growing anticipation, Rory lifted Sophie onto the softness of the bed, and began to lavish every inch of her body with tender kisses. Starting at the curve of her neck, Rory's lips trailed a path of feathery caresses, drawing soft sighs of pleasure from Sophie. His kisses danced along her collarbone, mapping the contours of her delicate skin. Slowly, he ventured lower, his lips tracing a tantalizing trail down her chest, igniting a tingling sensation in their wake.

With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips against her vulva, exploring its contours with care and reverence. His tongue followed suit, swirling delicately, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Sophie's body. Every movement was calculated, and every sensation that Sophie felt was amplified by the thrill of the forbidden.

Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her being, Sophie surrendered to the pleasure that Rory skillfully crafted with every sensual flick of his tongue, kiss of his lips and exquisite suck. Her body arched in response, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room. The intoxicating scent of desire filled the air as she reached her first climax.

Sophie regained her breath as Rory removed his shirt to reveal his impressive physique. Despite being fifteen years older, he matched her previous boyfriends in athleticism and definition. As his jeans came off, he also proved himself to be every inch the man Nicole had boasted he was. The difference in the size of his cock from her past experiences both daunted and excited Sophie. With Rory's encouragement, she embraced the challenge of accommodating his long, thick prick and was rewarded with an unprecedented and profound experience. The exquisite sensation of fullness she felt struck a delicate balance between pain and pleasure, creating a remarkable and unique connection.

Despite Rory's impressive size posing a challenge for Sophie, his approach as a lover was marked by patience, gentleness, and consideration. He attuned himself to her needs, respecting and responding to her every reaction and signal. Unlike her previous partners, Rory wasn't rushed; he savored every sensation and prioritized her pleasure above all else. His generosity and attentiveness surpassed any man she had been with before.

Sophie's next orgasm came quickly, but she was offered no respite as Rory continued to build to his own climax. Her last orgasm arrived after an exhaustingly exhilarating marathon performance by Rory, who came in unison with her. By the time that last climax came, Sophie was thoroughly spent, overwhelmed by Rory's impressive athleticism and stamina. Nobody had ever made her feel this way before, and she found herself deeply entranced by him. Drunk on pleasure and overwhelmed with emotions, Sophie felt a profound physical and immediate emotional connection with Rory.

As Sophie lay with Rory, in the marital bed he shared with Nicole, her curiosity got the better of her, and she mustered the courage to ask, "how long has your marriage to Nicole been open?" Her voice betraying her fascination with the arrangement between the couple.

Rory's expression abruptly shifted, his eyes widening in shock. He leaned back, caught off guard by the unexpected question. "We don't have an open relationship," he responded with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "What made you think that?"

Embarrassment flushed across Sophie's face as she stammered her reply, desperately searching for words to explain her assumption. "Well, it's just... things Nicole said. I thought she was giving me encouragement, you know, permission to sleep with you?"

Rory's confusion deepened, his brows furrowing. "She told you to sleep with me?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

Sophie, now flustered, confessed, "Not in so many words, but I was sure that's what she meant. Did I misinterpret her intentions?"

Rory's gaze met Sophie's, an air of perplexity hanging between them. "I have no idea where you got that idea from," he stated, his voice tinged with a mix of honesty and frustration. "Nicole and I are strictly monogamous," he continued, pausing momentarily before adding, "except for my minor indiscretions. But she can never know about us."

Shock intensified within Sophie, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of Rory's words. "I would never have slept with you if I didn't believe it was her idea," she confessed, her voice filled with regret and disbelief.

Rory, seemingly unaffected by Sophie's guilt, maintained a calm demeanor. "She will be home soon," he explained, his tone practical. "You need to get out of our bed before she returns. And remember, you can't say anything or act differently."

Feeling a sense of urgency, Sophie hastily exited the room, leaving behind the weight of the revelation that had shattered her perception of their encounter.

From previous experience, Nicole and Rory recognized that these young women were more inclined towards the idea of discreet affairs than engaging in an unconventional arrangement with a couple. Sophie would feel uneasy if she believed Nicole was fully aware and comfortable with the situation and would need an element of excitement and taboo to sustain her relationship with Rory. So, for the continuation of their dynamic, Rory had to maintain the pretense that Nicole was being deceived.

Alone, Rory turned his attention to the wardrobe, where the hidden camera was discreetly positioned. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that Nicole would soon be home, eager to see the video.

When Nicole did arrive home, she hurriedly made her way to Sophie's room, curiosity bubbling within her. There, she found Sophie lying on the bed, her face etched with exhaustion. Nicole's heart softened at the sight, her voice carrying a delicate blend of curiosity and affection.

"How was your evening?"

Sophie turned her weary gaze towards Nicole, her eyes betraying a mixture of fear and fatigue. "It was fine," she replied, her voice lacking conviction.

As Nicole observed Sophie's weary state, a subtle sense of pride welled up within her. She couldn't help but appreciate her husband's ability to keep pace with someone much younger. It was a testament to his vitality and tenacity, a source of quiet admiration that flickered within her. He must have fucked her so well she thought, eager to see the video evidence herself.

"You must be tired," Nicole empathetically offered, her words carrying a gentle touch. "Rest well, and we can catch up in the morning."

Sophie's burden seemed to lighten as she released a sigh of relief, grateful that Nicole had no further questions.

As Nicole made her way to her own bedroom, a sense of quiet excitement bubbled up inside her. The bedside table held her laptop and the video she had been eagerly awaiting. Seated on the edge of her bed, Nicole felt a flutter in her chest, a combination of anticipation and curiosity intertwining within her.

"Rory," Nicole's voice flowed softly, brimming with excitement and eagerness, "I know the video will reveal how Nicole looked and sounded, but before I watch it, I want you to describe the other sensations to me. Tell me how she smelt, felt, and tasted. I want to understand what the camera didn't capture."

"Her body was firm, athletic yet curvaceous, but also petite like a delicate doll," Rory confessed, his voice a hushed whisper hanging in the air. "Her skin was pure silk, an invitation to explore its smoothness." Aware of the limitations of the camera, he continued, "Her chest is adorned with beautiful freckles, and a small mole on her left breast that begs to be kissed." He spoke of her sweet taste, an intoxicating flavor that lingered on his tongue, and a subtle aroma reminiscent of candy that teased his senses.