A huge thank you to Roxy for all the help, especially with this one!
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It was hard, going back to normal. Louise and I had been so caught up in our sexual escapades that it felt weird to not have them. Perhaps her more than me, of course. We tried to find other ways to spice up our sex life, but it wasn't the same. We missed the thrill of taboo and humiliation. But we both knew that it was important to try to go back to normal.
The first few weeks we were able to cope pretty well, but it became evident after a bit that Louise wasn't doing so well. She hid it, but I could tell she missed Tony's cock. I could tell she missed the thrill of cheating. I could tell she missed the shame and the guilt. And I could tell she missed getting fucked in the ass.
Eventually, she tearfully confessed it all. Louise wasn't sad because of the absence, it turns out, but her yearning, and how addicted she had become. She felt shame and guilt for not being strong enough to resist. For not being able to stop thinking about Tony, his cock, and the things he had done to her. She felt ashamed for how much she wanted him, how much she wanted to be a slut for him again. How much she wanted to cheat on me again.
I could tell she wanted to go back to it. But I also knew that she wanted me to be okay with it too. I saw that she was fighting a battle and that she was fighting on my side. Our side.
But confessing all that helped lighten the burden. Letting out in the open how much she loved getting fucked stung and it was hard to digest, but her honesty seemed to work wonders for her. Me too, as we used all that to fuel our own sex life. It ended up adding an extra step to our foreplay, Louise confessing all the naughty things she had done with Tony. The taboo acts, the forbidden words, the wrong touches, the filthy thoughts. All those things he did that I couldn't. Some of which I wasn't even allowed to try. And all those things made me so horny that I would fuck her harder and better than ever. I felt like I was in a dream, getting to fuck such a perfect wife.
With our newfound passion in bed, and Louise being more honest about her needs and wants, we were able to make it through the first month of our break. It was a lot easier after that. It was almost like a weight had been lifted off our shoulders. And I could tell that Louise was happy. She was happy because she knew that I was happy.
The second month, I guess you could say I became the problem. Louise was patient with me as I was patient with her.
You see, I was getting paranoid. Now that she knew of greater pleasure, I couldn't help but wonder if I had opened the gate for someone else who was better than me to slide in. Perhaps not Tony per se, but who knows? Maybe someone who was as kind and goofy as I was, but with a better cock... It was just stupid to think that way, but I was worried that Louise wouldn't find me attractive anymore.
But I couldn't let my own insecurities come between us. I had to trust her. This was one of the reasons I found the fetish so thrilling, but also why this long break was necessary.
But to think Tony had taught my own proper wife how to pleasure him, to pleasure her in ways I wasn't able to... Still, months later I was still reeling about it. Maybe because it was a fact that could never change, or perhaps because we'd never know if it wasn't for me. The fact that we did know, that Tony knew, that Louise knew, that he was able to fuck Louise so much better and deeper than me, was maddening.
And the fact that he knew what my wife felt like, how her ass squeezed his cock, how her pussy milked his cock, how her mouth felt around his cock, it was enough to drive a man crazy. I was lucky I had Louise there to help me cope.
While Louise was no longer tutoring Tony, I was a bit surprised that he himself never tried anything. It wasn't like he was lacking in confidence, and he could have probably gotten her to break our deal if he wanted. But he didn't. He didn't even flirt with her. And I didn't get it. Maybe he was being a good boy, but he had gotten so much from us already. Or maybe he banged somebody else. I knew he got around.
Winter break came and went, along with Christmas and New Year's. It was good, despite that I found myself fantasizing about Tony being with us, or better yet, that he went on this holiday to Switzerland alone with Louise. Without me. I also kinda jerked myself to sleep at the thought of finding someone Louise could suck off, but no. Breaks are breaks.
We did get a small exhibitionist thing going. Nothing major, as Louise was a bit uptight about that sort of thing. Totally understandable, of course. But a frisky run in a bathroom outside the public sauna room, and some daring flirtations at restaurants did add some spice. I guess the scenario of being in a place where no one knew us and that we'd leave after our small holiday made it easier for her.
"You can't possibly ask me to wear this?" she'd say. "It's way too revealing!" It was a red silky dress that hung loosely around her cleavage but would cling to her curves when she moved.
"Exactly," I said, practically drooling over her as she inspected herself in the mirror.
"You're such a perv," she'd say, slapping me playfully on the arm.
"Yeah, but you love it," I said, grabbing her hips and kissing her neck.
She giggled and leaned into me, sighing as I kissed her.
"Fine. I'll wear it," she said.
I grinned. "You're the best."
"I know," she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips.
The dress had the expected effect on the other guests. I always thought that Europeans were more used to sexuality and such, but I guess a stunning rack practically displayed on such a tray was a bit much. Even if they knew Louise was married. She didn't seem to mind the attention, however, and even the waiter seemed to have a hard time focusing on his job as he poured us our wine.
"So, what do you think?" I asked Louise after the waiter had left.
"About what?" she asked, taking a sip of her wine.
"About the waitress practically drooling over you," I said.
"I think your little ideas are rubbing off on me," Louise said, smirking at me.
"I bet he wouldn't take you out back and fuck your brains out, though," I said, grinning.
"No, probably not," she said. "But maybe if I showed him my tits, he'd let me blow him in the kitchen."
"Wanna skip to dessert?" I said.
"I think so yeah," Louise said rather huskily. We hurried out of there and went back to the hotel and fucked each other silly. It was nice that we could use the fetish in such a way without having to act out on it. It made the transition of everything go so well.
Switzerland in general was pretty awesome. Skiing in the mountains, the hot tubs in the snow, the oil massages, and by god the scenery. The Alps were beautiful and it felt like a dream. It made everything quite romantic and it was nice to rekindle that part of us a little bit.
And as expected. Louise's ass looked amazing in the skintight ski suit she wore, but then again, it looked great in most outfits. Like in the hot tubs where I got her to wear bikinis. I mean, that was the fruit of Tony's hard work, but I reaped the benefit of my quite fit and busty wife in an almost thong-like bikini with strings that was modest but yet showed a lot of skin.
She even teased me a bit by bending over in it and shaking her booty and the water sloshing around when we were alone. And she wasn't afraid to let people see her in the new bikini either. Maybe because she knew I was watching and it gave her courage, or maybe she just didn't care. She did get some attention from the other guests, but it was all very tame. However, I heard some of the comments as they were apparently not expecting me to be fluent in French.
"Je ne me retirerais jamais d'elle," I heard one of the big burly pool workers say. He wasn't even out of earshot. He was cleaning the floor right by us talking to a colleague. "Elle est trop belle, trop sexy."
"J'ai besoin d'elle," his friend replied, practically drooling over her.
I chuckled a bit at the comment, almost contemplating leaving her alone with them to see what happened, but I managed to somehow restrain myself.
We even tried roleplaying, with her being the wife and me the neighbor from the next-door room. That was fun.
And talking of not pulling out, what added some extra spice, more than the exhibitionist thing, was the fact that Louise had gotten off the pill for the Winter break. Maybe that was part of why I had to take her even in some of the slightly public places; something primal in me had awoken, and my purpose as a man to breed my mate was in full swing. We of course knew it took several tries, and let's say, we tried a lot.
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