*
Louise woke up sore all over and incredibly tired. She looked down and found Emily clinging to her, resting her head on Louise's chest. The two naked girls were snuggled together like a couple of girlfriends. Louise's body was aching, and she could feel how Tony's semen still oozed out from her sex, leaking onto the bed. Her eyes drifted to the huge bulge in the sheet that was Tony, sleeping like a log.
"You look like you've been through hell," Emily mumbled, waking up as well.
"I'm sore all over," Louise mumbled, wincing as she tried to move. Emily smiled and kissed Louise's cleavage, inhaling the more mature woman's scent.
"Relax then," Emily told her.
"So did you get what you were hoping for?" Louise asked her, the real world starting to come down on her. How on earth would she explain any of this to John? Could she even tell him of all that had happened?
"Fuck yes. Are you kidding? Tony fucked us both senseless," Emily said with a laugh. "I can't wait to experience this with John as well." Louise grimaced but tried to shrug it off, failing completely, and instead settled down on the pillow once more.
It was truly incredible, what had taken place the day before, that couldn't be denied. Louise's head was spinning with all these emotions coursing through her, it was as if her entire life had been a lie, because this... this was different, and this had ruined everything. The feelings were so intense, so carnal, so deviant and primal. If anything, last night should be proof that Louise had turned into a massive, cheating whore, something that made her both feel sort of naughty, but also feeling an incredible amount of guilt. Even despite the fact she knew John loved being a cuck, Louise loved being Tony's cheating slut even more.
If Louise was being honest with herself, she was looking forward to Tony's constant demands for sex, the complete control he had over her and her body. Not to mention the overwhelming, uncontrollable sexual acts that would happen and the naughty, lewd words being thrown around like nothing, like they meant nothing.
"Do you think we will continue?" Emily asked after some quiet time, and Louise simply stared at her as the question hit her. What did Louise actually hope would continue? A further escalation of her own debauched behavior? She'd have to face Tony about these things and make him understand that they had taken the sluttery too far.
"Oh God," Louise muttered when she saw her clothes from yesterday, strewn across the room. God indeed, just what the hell had she done last night? How did she even allow this? A small part of her wanted this to happen again, that small, tiny corner that enjoyed being put in compromising positions that were utterly humiliating, that another evening like yesterday was almost welcome and craved.
"Um... Louise?" Emily asked tentatively, taking hold of Louise's wrist and squeezing softly.
"I-I, I can't do this anymore. I-I-" Louise stuttered. She couldn't deny the thrill that rushed through her. "I'm so far removed from who I thought I was. I cherished sex like it was a special bond between two partners, but now everything about it has become... filthy and degenerate."
Emily sat there studying her a bit. She wasn't always getting along with the married teacher, but seeing her struggle right now and go through all these emotional stresses was at least understandable. Louise was hurting right now and probably confused about herself.
"It was just a bit of fun," Emily said, leaning closer. "And you loved every minute of it, didn't you? Don't pretend you don't love it," she whispered, squeezing the woman's wrist once again. "We're doing it for John, right?"
"He never asked for this. I mean he did, but not for me to be walked around like a dog, or for Tony to... use me like he does," Louise said. "I get lost in all of this, and even now I can't deny the enormous thrill this lifestyle brings. And John lets me do this, and I feel like I'm spitting it back in his face."
"I'm confused. Won't we sleep with him when we get back?" Emily said, nudging Louise's shoulder. "Don't you think he will love your tits in my face? As for me... walking you, I don't know, I think he might like that too if presented the right way. Or... maybe I can walk you both. Don't you think he'd enjoy getting dominated a little bit? I don't think it would hurt if you tested the waters on that. If anything, you bring something to you two's bedroom that is only yours."
Louise shuddered at that. Emily dominating them both did things to her that scared her. But Emily was presenting a few interesting ideas, that was for certain.
"Or we can do other stuff. It doesn't have to be laden with all this drama," Emily said. "It can all be fun!"
"I guess," Louise muttered. Emily gently pulled Louise into an embrace. It was awkward at first, but after a few seconds, Louise's arms moved on their own and clung to the petite French brunette. She didn't like her that much, but feeling the younger girl's presence next to her and hearing her warm words calmed Louise immensely, and perhaps there could have been a friendship blossoming between the two once again. "It just feels a bit heavy right now."
"I understand," Emily said. Louise hated being vulnerable like this, especially in front of Emily. Louise was the grown-up here, but she hadn't felt like it for one bit during their entire tryst.
"Thank you."
Emily planted a light kiss on her forehead, and it seemed to put Louise even more at ease.
*
I didn't sleep much during the weekend. The anticipation of my wife getting back home after this whole camping trip was almost unbearable. I was alone and desperate for her. I also hoped to see some of those videos Louise had made. I kept imagining the things they'd do. Louise was always so reserved, so if Tony got her to risk a bit here and there that would be fun, as long as they weren't too reckless.
But if Tony, say, found a secluded place and had his way with Louise's ass, something I had never done myself, or if he'd given her a bunch of facials, that would be so hot. I didn't mind if they pushed my limits a bit here and there, in fact, I relished it, as long as I got mine as well.
Sure, some things were for Louise's selfish lust, but I desperately wanted to be included, and could hardly wait for them to come back. I'd jump her the very second she got back home, no doubt. I'd kiss her even if her face was still fully coated, though that was very unlikely here in broad daylight, and besides very farfetched.
Louise had said she and Tony were staying at a motel over the weekend, which put some extra days between me and my reunification with my wife. The anxiety and turmoil of Tony being prioritized over getting home to me excited me beyond reason, as Louise wanted to get fucked by our teenage neighbor instead of coming home to me. I didn't blame her, but I still felt left out and not exactly on top of the list of priorities right then. I guess I felt a hint of anger as well, that she didn't find any urgency to get back. I hated getting upset, so with determination I forced myself to be positive about this, as crazy as that might sound.
To think that Tony, who was just a punk 19-year-old, was able to rock my wife's world, to take her from a normal, vanilla sex life with her husband to something more adventurous, that he was able to break some of her moral codes, it was devious and honestly incredibly hot. I spent my days basically anticipatingly waiting for Louise to come back and tell me everything that had happened, while she was still reeling from her sexual encounter with Tony.
My excitement grew throughout the weekend, and I didn't want to watch any porn until Louise was back, instead, I only watched some of the videos Louise had made for my birthday. Jacking of proved to not be as good as having my beautiful blonde wife next to me, telling me how much she enjoyed being with Tony instead of me, but it helped me hold out at least.
Luckily, there were sports and pretty good weather to keep me occupied. I jogged to tire myself out and distracted myself by watching TV. I even went out to grab a beer on Saturday and ran into some colleagues. They were all still impressed by my Alaskan situation, which I couldn't understand as I did it out of duty. Oh well.
So when Louise finally sent me a message Sunday afternoon that she was on her way home, I was rather thrilled. Anxiety and anticipation of what had been going on up till then were almost sickening. Not knowing was a curse but somehow a blessing as well, as I was an utter mess. Especially now that Louise suddenly had been hinting at something with Emily. I thought the two loathed each other, or at least that Louise loathed Emily, but that somehow made it even hotter that they might be up to something. The videos and pictures Louise had sent before the weekend were incredible.
The drive from the motel to our house was maybe six hours or so, so with the hours ticking away, I felt like I was losing my mind. I wanted to jump my wife but also knew she needed some time to herself after the trip. I wondered what state she would be in when she arrived. Would she be sore and tired? Would she have that fucked silly expression on her face? Would the shame in enjoying something as vile as breaking your marital vows show? Would she be a mess and need help showering? I just hoped she was still horny enough to have sex as soon as possible, and that she wanted to share everything with me.
When the clock ticked past the fourth hour, I started pacing. The waiting was unbearable. Images of the two sleeping together, Louise blissfully aware of her marriage in those moments, flooded my mind. I could see her in bed with him, his big teen cock sliding in and out of her, or perhaps she was giving him a blowjob.
To make things even better, I got a photo apparently from the weekend of Louise with Emily in a motel room, the French teen groping her with almost no clothes on. Just a lacy bra and a dirty grin from the two of them. Was Emily hitching a ride with them? I swelled at the excitement of the two together. Maybe... maybe there was a slim chance that Louise actually wanted a threesome between the three of us? I knew Emily was interested in me, but with Louise there, that would make it more okay, right, for us to do something? I almost didn't dare hope for something like that. Even when I got an image of Emily pretending to bite Louise's ass did I try to get my hopes up for it to happen. But these pictures that Louise sent were plenty enough material for me to let my imagination run wild with. Though I had to wonder why she was with them. I was too distracted to give it much thought, though.
