When I learned of what Louise had done, I wasn't really all that pissed. I'm kind of a mellow guy anyway, but what irked me the most was that it wasn't recorded... that I didn't get to watch it! The thought of my wife succumbing to Tony's young 'charm' was too erotic. I just wished I could see it, or be present. Her doing it behind my back was sorta hot too... I guess I'm sorta depraved like that. She described the entire encounter to me as I listened, intrigued, finding her lust arousing as she rode me to completion.
There was no doubt Tony knew how to treat a girl and that Louise loved the way the big cock stretched her, the size- no doubt beyond compare...
"So you're not mad?" Louise had asked, as she sat me down at the kitchen table... the same where Tony had lapped away at her so many times.
"I don't think I am," I had answered truthfully.
I tried to imagine what it would have been like for them in the school shower, and later in the car. I tried to picture her glistening pussy lips, the outline of the throbbing veins on his gigantic prick, the way he licked and caressed my darling wife. How much better was it so that my dutiful wife chose infidelity not once, but twice? She willingly cheated, despite the rules, and the idea made my own loins burn up in need. She was being a wanton slut, something that was so far from her prideful character.
Of all the rules broken, the rule about it being recorded was the only one I truly hoped she would abide by. I knew deep down I wanted her to break both the other rules again and again, but I wanted to watch. It was a burning desire and it certainly was something I couldn't admit out loud and certainly not to Louise!
"I don't really like admitting it, but he makes it kinda hard to resist," Louise had stated, averting her gaze. "He's so much different from what you think he'd be. His thrusts are so deliberate and so skillfully measured and confident. It makes me so-" she said, unable to finish her sentence. She cleared her throat.
"Like just that one shower," she rambled on, "I have no idea why I was so... receptive of his touch! I didn't have it in mind to cheat at all and... suddenly it was already happening. I'm sorry, but his lips and his hands were so-"
Louise stopped again. Her hands began fidgeting. The guilt was real, visible, and dripping from her words. I had to make sure it was alright. I knew it was selfish, but I wanted to watch it happen myself, to see my wife being plowed like a wanton slut by his giant teenage cock. And for what Louise was describing, Tony sounded like a sexual artist... no, that's not the right word. There was more to his talent than just sex, it was raw animalistic, wild- sex, the sort of sex only seen in porn!
"Tony kissed you?" I probed. "Tell me."
"Yes, well," Louise blushed and shrugged, "it was more intense and... amazing."
"You kiss him back?" I asked.
"A lot, actually. And... our tongues too," she whispered in reply, not meeting my eyes.
She was telling me everything, how it was just intense, amazing sex, that Tony's natural abilities and stamina far outweighed mine and yet it was also just physical pleasure without any emotional attachment or love. Louise swore he was nothing to her. I knew I had to talk her into another meeting with Tony, this time including the recorder. I should've been more pissed, I know it. Instead this weird sensation of arousal, guilt, and humiliation of my own wife getting pleasured so much better by another man, our young neighbor from across the street no less.
"Sounds like Tony has a fan," I teased, but my voice gave me away. My heart was thudding with anxiety and excitement at the same time. Louise held sex so dearly, and now she had shared it with someone other than me...
"Oh hush," Louise said, but with a smile just lingering under the surface.
"So what was the thing he said again?" I had asked, which soon landed us both in bed.
Tony had tried to make Louise go behind my back despite his preaching for honesty. Louise thought of it as dirty talk, but who knew what that guy had as intentions. I was certain he didn't care to steal her away or anything, but rather have Louise at his disposal no matter what my predilections were.
"Yeah," Louise admitted as I laid on top of her, enjoying my wife's velvet folds, "he said something like...
'I'll fuck you whenever I want.'
" Her imitation of Tony was less than flattering, lets say.
"You want that?" I dared to ask, excited at the idea of my lovely, intelligent wife being taken against her will, during dubious consent... Thrust into a willing participant by the magnificent skill of Tony. Or for Louise to steal away to fuck him while I was away at work travel, or some other reason why I might be away for just enough time for a quickie if nothing else.
"Maybe..." she purred, urging me to move my own hips harder. Her admittance sent shockwaves through me as guilt and jealousy drove me harder into my wife.
"And, ah, and you wanted him to knock you up?" I asked, going a bit faster.
"Johnny, it was j-just talk," Louise purred. "I was just stroking his ego. But it worked. He shot so much cum inside me."
"Yeah?" I panted.
"Yeah, baby." she breathed. "So much. So thick it clung to me."
My breathing was becoming quicker as my mind conjured the vision of Louise sprawled underneath him in her car, in a damn near public parking lot. It didn't take me long to cum deep inside her myself, unable to resist her words and her description. She was more turned on by her cheating on me than I could have ever hoped for, and so I told her how we needed Tony again and more. With the promise of more, we both fell into a deep slumber.
*
We spent the week at each other's jobs, staying busy. I had wondered if Tony would try anything more as the week progressed, but it seemed like he respected the
'once a week'
rule. In some ways, I was a bit disappointed, and I could tell Louise was as well. Louise still felt very guilty about having had sex with the teen, and no doubt my egging her on did not help. She even suggested we waited the whole week until anything more happened. And again, Tony surprised me by being agreeable. Normally you heard how these hounds were relentless and vicious. Perhaps he was simply drained. By my wife.
"I kinda think we should stick to handjobs... reinforce the rules," Louise suggested Friday night. She had scheduled another lesson with Tony after school on Tuesday, but she was having second thoughts it seemed, wanting to reestablish the control we had lost. "I don't think I want to... have sex... with Tony again."
"What?" I asked, not believing her. "You're joking," I hoped. "If I sent you over there right now, you really think you'd only jerk him off?"
"Yeah?" Louise answered unconvincingly.
I gave her a wry smirk. "Then do it," I said. "I give you a hall pass to prove me wrong. You haven't done any 'tutoring' this week anyway."
"John!" Louise exclaimed, taken aback. "I can't do that. It's against the rules. And we were having this week off, remember?"
"That's the point of a hall pass," I chuckled, excited to see her relent. "Besides, you'd just be jerking him off, right? That's well within the rules, even if it is a hall pass."
Louise didn't respond right away. She closed her eyes, trying not to be tempted by the challenge. It was as though she was afraid, afraid that she would succumb and more, prove me right in doing so.
