My Neighbor - Part 16 (Patreon)

Hey there. Just wanted to apologize for taking so long. While it certainly isn't the longest part of the series(it is the 3rd longest at 35k), it took a few tries to get the last few scenes to convey the things I wanted to convey properly. I hope I succeeded. Still, I want to apologies for the inconvenience.

Happy reading.

*

Tony's heavy hips heaved and lowered themselves as his fat shaft sheathed itself inside her. Louise moaned as he pounded her tight hole. He was so big, stretching her open, filling her up completely. It was evident that she loved the feeling of his thick shaft inside her, the way it rubbed against her inner walls, how his heavy balls crashed down on and jolted slightly with each heavy pump of his hips.

I couldn't really see his hands, as Emily had filmed from behind the two, more focusing on where my wife was getting split apart from her giant bull. Louise's legs were up, splayed to the side so Tony had his way. And my wife's toes were curled and tense. I couldn't remember the last time I saw them curled and tense from pleasure. I wasn't sure if it was due to my mental state, but I don't know if I had ever made her toes curl like that.

And the noise... the sounds... god. I knew a wife was supposed to submit, but to me, it sounded more like he was raping her, violating her. The rhythmic slap of his flesh against hers, the lewd squelching noises as he spread her hole wide, and the loud grunting of exertion and dominance. It sounded so wrong... so dehumanizing. Yet it looked so damn good.

It was embarrassing to admit that watching Louise get used like this turned me on more than I could ever hope. 

"You like that?" I heard Tony grunt above the sound of flesh slapping together. "You like being my little whore?"

"Yes! Yes!" Louise cried out. "I love it! Use me, use me however you want!"

"Good girl," Tony grunted. His thrusts grew faster and harder, his balls slapping against Louise's ass. She was moaning loudly, her body shaking as she was obviously nearing another orgasm.

"Jesus," I muttered, watching the video.

"Pretty wild, right?" Emily said.

The two of us were under a blanket on our couch, watching the videos Emily had filmed together. Her hand was on my knee, while the other held her phone for me to see. It was odd to sit in a cozy environment and watch your loved one get railed into oblivion. Even weirder as we could hear them go at it in present-day just above our heads as well.

To me, it all seemed like a great violation. Like she was no longer mine. Like I had played with fire, said yes to the consequences, and now was sitting listening to the fruits of my labor.

It was an odd situation, and I would've been lying if I said I didn't have conflicting feelings. Everything about it was so incredibly erotic, but I hated that I was not included on anything. Even these videos Emily was showing me. It was recorded when they were at that motel after their camping trip. And it wasn't Louise who was showing it to me, it was Emily. Louise was upstairs ignoring me, fully infatuated with Tony and his massive cock.

"She looks so hot, doesn't she?" Emily whispered. I looked at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes shining with desire. She was clearly aroused by the sight of Louise getting railed.

"Yeah, she does," I admitted, unable to deny that fact. She did look very hot, moaning and writhing in ecstasy, her body shaking and trembling as she orgasmed again and again.

"Oh god, yes! Harder! Harder!" Louise cried out, her voice muffled by the sound of the bed creaking and groaning from the constant assault.

"Fuck yeah!" Tony grunted. He was really giving it to her, slamming his hips into hers, his balls slapping against her ass.

"That's it, fuck her," Emily murmured, her hand inching up my thigh. "Ruin her pussy."

My cock was throbbing in my pants, straining against the fabric. I groaned as Emily's hand brushed against it, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My body tensed up, my breath catching in my throat.

"You're so hard," Emily giggled. "It's okay, Johnny. You can enjoy this. There's no shame in it. I have to admit, it is quite fun to dominate your wife. I had a few chances to do so, as you're well aware by now. And it's always such an ego boost, y'know? Seeing how weak she is, how eager to submit and obey. And she's just as much into it as you are. Maybe even more, by now."

"I just wish I could see more of it," I complained. "Be more included. I love watching her get used like that, but I also want to be there."

"I know," Emily said, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. "Look, here comes the best part."

I could tell Tony was close to finishing. His thrusts were growing erratic, his movements more frantic and desperate. He was slamming his hips into her, grunting and growling like a wild animal. Louise was moaning loudly, her body tensing up as another orgasm ripped through her.

The camera was now on their faces and I could see the strain on Tony's face as he fought for every pump. He looked almost pained, as if every ounce of willpower was poured into finishing.

"Oh fuck," Tony grunted. "I'm gonna cum."

Louise moaned, her body trembling as Tony slammed his hips into hers. I expected him to pull out at any moment now, but he kept going, his cock throbbing and pumping as he got closer and closer.

"Wait," I muttered. "Isn't he going too–"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, almost there," Tony grunted, the camera moving back down to where the two were connected. His thick shaft was glistening with Louise's juices and my mind started to race, hoping Louise would do something soon, as their fun was now veering into dangerous territory.

My cock was throbbing hard as Tony was chasing his release. The thought of him blowing his load deep inside Louise's fertile pussy sent a shiver of excitement through my body, but my worry for their protection was intense as I never hoped it would go this far. This wasn't supposed to happen. Louise had promised me it wouldn't.

The camera then, to my somewhat dismay, moved from where the action was, to their faces. "Yes," Louise said. She sounded incredibly drunk, or high, her voice low and raspy. "Fuck, you feel so good. I love it. Do it, baby, do it."

Tony didn't reply, too focused on his impending climax. Any minute now, I expected either Louise to tel him do pull out, or for Tony to do it himself. The thought of Tony actually cumming inside my wife while she was not on any birth control whatsoever filled me with dread.

The thought didn't have much time to settle as then suddenly, his body relaxed. The tension left his shoulders, his face became more peaceful. There was a soft, satisfied smile on his lips.

"There you go, baby," Louise said. Her face had the look of smug pride, as she coached him on.

"Wha," I said out loud. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Mm," Tony moaned, his hips rocking slightly. It was an unrefined, animalistic thing. 

The camera then panned down to the large shaft still fully embedded inside Louise, removing any doubt that this happened. He came. He came inside my wife. And from the sounds of it, he did so deep.

I stared at the video in shock, not quite believing what I had seen. Louise had promised me that he would pull out before he came, but she hadn't. She had let him finish inside her, and from the looks of it, she had enjoyed every second of it.

"Well, that was interesting," Emily said, taking the phone away from me.

"H-he finished inside of her?" I asked, feeling hoarse and lightheaded.

"He does that all the time," Emily chuckled. Then she saw the look on my face. "Wait, is that a problem?"

"Yes, yes it is a huge problem," I said. I was suddenly standing. When did that happen?

On the video I saw Tony's fat shaft slowly disengage, a loud squelch emanated, then a thick, glue-like white substance trailed from Louise's well-fucked pussy. There was no doubt. Wait, had Emily said he had done this multiple times? What the fuck?!

Tony was supposed to pull out. That was the rule, the deal.

"That felt so good," Louise groaned on the video, still fat sperm loading out of her insides, the proof of potential irreconcilable damage to our life together. Tony's sperm, which was now very likely fertilizing Louise's eggs.

My vision became blurry, and I felt dizzy, my breathing was labored. I tried to take deep breaths, but it was hard. My chest felt tight, and I couldn't seem to get enough air. I had to get out of here. This was just too much.

"John?" Emily asked, sounding worried.

"I... need to go," I said, sort of stumbling back away from the couch. "I need some air."

Emily stood up, but I waved her off. "It's fine, I'll be alright. I just need a minute," I said, stumbling towards the door.

I got out into the cold night air, breathing in deeply. It felt good to get some fresh air. I leaned against the door, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself down. I had to find a way to deal with this, to come to terms with what I had seen. Or did I? On one hand, I had accepted this lifestyle, and perhaps this was in some way my own fault, and being so forgiving with Louise.

But on the other hand, how could she do this? How could she break the one rule we had set? Getting excluded sucked, yes, but this was beyond anything I could've imagined.

I walked slowly down the street, the cold night air biting at my skin. Or perhaps it wasn't that cold, I couldn't tell. Louise had let Tony finish inside her. I still couldn't believe it. She hadn't even told me. This was days ago, a whole week. Who knew how many times it had been done since? Who knew if the damage was already done? A sick feeling punched me in the gut, realizing Louise might already be knocked up by now. It was too early to know for sure, but there was a chance. A very real chance that Louise would become pregnant with Tony's child.

Suddenly, I realized that Tony was no longer playing along, but was now in control. He had gone beyond his role as her bull and now he had made it clear he was in the driving seat, and taken full and final control.

*

Louise moaned softly as she felt a large pair of hands stroking her stomach lovingly. Her body relaxed, her mind relaxing for what was to come, knowing Tony was behind her, spooning her. After their fourth go, Louise could barely move. She still didn't have any power over her limbs, her thoughts muddled, and Tony took it all in stride. His kisses were long and wet, his hand was possessive, yet gently rubbing against her sore asscheeks. It didn't feel like Louise belonged to herself anymore. She felt Tony's strong presence taking over her mind, body and spirit, and while her morals had been violently hijacked, she didn't protest. She simply did as she was told, her will subverting with Tony's.

It had been hours now. How many? Three? Five? Louise wasn't sure. She just knew she didn't think much anymore.

"Louise?" Tony mumbled against her hair.

"Tony," she whined.

"I can't believe we spent the whole night together. Like this," Tony said. "I mean, you know how much I love fucking you, but I actually feel slightly hooked. I mean, like, your body was built to get wrecked."

"Thanks, honey," she said with a lot of sarcasm. Why, though? She was just as hooked as he was. She was just lucky to have such a wonderful husband to let her do this. The husband she so naughtily ignored for the past few hours.

Tony just ignored her remark, and instead his hand worked itself further down between her legs, lightly playing with her entrance, gently massaging the sore lips of her womanhood. Louise whimpered and cooed softly. The pleasure was soothing and made her muscles relax. It was hard to believe, that only an hour before, this same body was receiving an endless torrent of hot, white spunk. Her body still leaked it, the streams trickling from the sore opening to pool between her thighs.

"I should check on John," Louise said, reminded that he left with Emily.

"Shh, don't think about him. He'll live," Tony said, letting his index and middle fingers slide into her asshole. She whimpered. "Feels nice, huh?" Tony mumbled in her ear.

"Yes. Feels wonderful," she breathed. Her words were shaky and her body tingled with anticipation as the tips of his fingers caressing her tender ass, stimulating it, teasing the rim, working her up slowly but steadily. His other arm pulled her into a tight bearhug, his touch possessive, his closeness dominant. She was his for the taking.

Tony kissed her shoulder blades, gently and slow. His breathing was controlled and almost silent. It made Louise feel as if he was totally focused on what was in front of him, and her mind turned on the most basic instincts, how she should behave.

"Do you want to check on him? Or should you stay just a bit longer?" Tony asked, his voice emanating his warm breath against her slender shoulders. He wanted her to choose her husband or stay here with him.

Louise didn't know what the right answer was, but Tony already knew. He was always a few steps ahead of her, making sure her body was too wrapped in the moment for rationality.

"A few minutes. Just a few," Louise finally said. Tony grinned, then tightened his embrace on her.

"I knew it, babe," he chuckled. Then, without a further warning, he started pushing his digits into her tightest orifice, making Louise yelp. It burned and stretched her sore ring. The only solace was his soft kisses trailing up her neck and ear. The mix of painful discomfort with soothing comfort made it all worth it.

And slowly, painfully, his two thick fingers forced their way into her backside. She whimpered and whined, trying not to squirm and buck too much. If Tony wanted to play rough, Louise would endure it for his benefit. Anything to satisfy him, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.

She would go to hell and back, just because he would.

Tony then slowly started to thrust his digits into her backside, eliciting a loud moan from Louise as he worked them in and out of her tight hole. The combination of his fingers stretching her, the pain, and his kisses on her skin made it all too much to handle. Getting her perfect ass fingered in her and her husband's bed, getting spooned and handled like Tony's property was exhilarating. And that he was taking time to play with her sensitive spots made it all better.

Then suddenly Tony slid his fingers out. "Go get cleaned up, then get back here," he said, fully confident she wouldn't spend the time getting clean to have second thoughts. She would see her husband eventually. After. She got out of bed and entered the bathroom, letting Tony lie back with his head on one side of the big pillow and watch her go with satisfaction.

Ten minutes later and the bed was creaking and groaning, fighting for dear life with every single plunge. Tony grunted and groaned with each thrust of his powerful hips, while Louise cried out with ecstasy and shock. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, her body shook and tensed with each wave of bliss he delivered to her body. The sweat was glistening on her skin, as she desperately clung to him as her release approached rapidly.

"Tony! Tony!" she cried. "You're going to make me cum again!"

"You think John likes that?" Tony grunted as he increased the force of his assault on her loosened rectum.

"FUCK!" Louise moaned, her body quivering from the overpowering waves of ecstasy crashing over her. "Don't talk about him while you're doing that!"

"Oh yeah, you want a clean fuck, just with me?" Tony said in a husky voice. "We don't need your fucking husband around?" Tony smirked, showing not an ounce of guilt.

"No. Oh fuck!" she screamed, her orgasm so close now.

"Good, bitch," Tony growled in her ear, his hot breath brushing against her skin, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

Louise whimpered, unable to keep herself from moaning. His powerful hips were pounding her sore hole, his thick shaft plunging deep inside of her, filling her up completely. Her muscles clenched around his cock as he bottomed out inside of her, grinding his thick member deep within her rectum. She gasped and groaned, her nails digging into his skin.

Her body trembled and shook as the orgasm crashed over her. Her muscles clenched around his cock again, something her body was by now so used to. A silent scream tore from her lips as another wave of ecstasy washed over her, causing her body to convulse with pleasure.

"Oh god," she moaned, her voice hoarse and raw.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Tony grunted, thrusting his hips even harder than before. "You like this?" he growled.

"Y-yes," Louise whined. She was losing the strength in her limbs. Her entire body felt weak. Her breathing was heavy, her lungs struggling to get oxygen.

Tony let slowed down and his hands wandered over her body, his fingertips lightly tracing over her smooth skin, his nails feathers against her soft flesh. His lips pressed against her neck, sending shivers through her.

"Are you getting tired, little girl?" Tony purred against her skin, his breath tickling her flesh.

Louise shivered, the cool air mixing with her hot breath against her sensitive skin. "I'm... not a... little girl," Louise muttered. She was ten years his senior, but Tony was never shy about letting her know who really was in charge.

And to probe his point, Tony pulled back his hips a bit so his cock disengaged from her ass, then slid right into her warm, eager pussy, slamming against the very bottom of her core, stirring her up, causing Louise to moan softly, the mixture of pain and pleasure turning her on immensely.

She whimpered at the sudden intrusion, but found it so delightfully soothing at the same time. For a couple of minutes, Tony thrust into her slow and steady. The sensation was overwhelming and amazing. She couldn't help but moan and cry out in delight.

"This is how it's meant to be," Tony grunted, staring intensely down at Louise. "You being under me. Completely at my mercy."

"Please," she gasped. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Tony leaned down and captured her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue parted her lips and slid into her mouth, tasting her, his desire overwhelming.

"Beg for it, slut. Beg," Tony grunted against her lips.

"Please," she whimpered, barely able to speak. "Please," she moaned.

*

Early afternoon, Sunday, Louise came stumbling, slightly limping, down the stairs. I saw from how she walked, how she winced, that Tony had really done her in. Once upon a time, it would've turned me on. But this morning, after a lot of walking and mulling over what I had learned, it made me feel empty. I wasn't even angry, I wasn't sad. I wasn't sick with disgust. Trust is so important, and the sudden shattering of that had left me numb.

"Hey, how are you holding up," she asked, her hair frizzled and sticking out. She walked over to the fridge and started making herself some coffee. She didn't seem to notice my lack of response.

It had been several hours since I had left. I couldn't even tell where I had been for that long. I knew I had been down at the park, and that I had eaten coffee at Kelly's, but other than that I had no idea.

Tony cumming inside of Louise wasn't just the physical act of a person who shouldn't empty his balls into another person who is off birth control, it was about trust. In all of this, perhaps to my own fault, had I trusted Louise. I had given her free reign and in, truly in my own opinion, been the perfect cuck, a soldier. Now Tony's soldiers were fighting for Louise's womb. Probably the battle had already been fought. How could he be so callous and treat her, my wife, as just another notch, and then enjoy the idea of her possibly carrying his child?

But it came with the territory. Could I really complain? Well, I'm not sure, but it didn't feel great getting betrayed like that. The one thing I didn't want to happen, my only and truest request. Was it too much to even ask for? There were so many contraceptives out there, from Tony doing Louise's ass, to pulling out, to simply using a condom. Was it too much to ask for her not to have him spill inside her fertile, ready to breed womb?

The answer was yes. It was too much. Apparently.

I stared blankly at the TV, the volume turned down low. I didn't feel like speaking to her. If anything, I waited for her to say something. She did, she was talking about her night and all that, but not a word of her having broken her promise. Was this a coping mechanism? Pretending that everything was fine? Maybe she thought she was protecting me, or perhaps she was ashamed and embarrassed about her actions, but either way she didn't mention it.

I looked at her. She had a mug in her hand.

"You don't have anything to say?" I asked finally, my first words that morning. My voice was low and weak, a representation of how I felt. I was too weak to have any say.

"What do you mean?" Louise asked, looking confused. "Are you mad that we didn't get to hang out last night? I'm sorry about that. I really wanted us to, but Tony wanted me all to himself. Anyway, it's good that you came, because Tony and I have been talking about the future of this whole ordeal. We understand it has been a bit wild–"

So it was 'we' now? Not Louise and me, but her and Tony? I knew that I was putting more weight on it, that this was some way for her to try to be considerate, but it all fell short as long as the elephant in the room wasn't addressed and dealt with.

"–and we thought it would be good to set some ground rules," Louise finished.

I didn't really reply.

Louise took a sip of her coffee before continuing. "We know how this can get out of hand. I mean, you probably noticed that Tony can be very dominant, and sometimes he can be a little too rough."

She chuckled softly, but I didn't share her amusement. I just stared at her. Louise went over to lean on the kitchen table, facing me. I was still looking at the TV. Or, my eyes were in that direction. Didn't she notice that something was wrong? Or perhaps she thought I was just listening, waiting.

"Anyway, we thought it would be a good idea if you could help us come up with some rules, to keep this from going too far. We want you to be involved, and to feel like you're part of this. Or, part of making how this is going to be going forward," Louise said, taking another sip of her coffee. I slowly stood up and turned toward her. "I have some options, and I want you to consider them carefully. Number one, we continue as before, though I think all of this will naturally die down as Tony's is moving out of state. Or up-state. I just know he won't go to the local college here. That would of course naturally wane down everything."

I went over to the coffee maker and poured myself a cup. Louise waited a bit to see if I wanted to interject. I didn't.

"Option number two, we end it, but then I want a full week with Tony... he even suggested that you live somewhere else. Like an Airbnb, a motel, or something. That's a bit far, but just think of how crazy that would be! I've only had him for a weekend here and there, but a whole week? And you would be so pent up..."

Louise looked a bit unsure of why I wasn't talking so much. I rounded the table and sat down opposite of her. Normally I'd glue my eyes to her cleavage, but the black coffee was a magnet for my eyes right now. The realization of how far she had gone, how it was not only unprotected sex but actually not being able to read how I was doing. She was looking right at me. Sure, she was wavering a bit, but she seemed stubborn on these... what was it, options for how to proceed?

Perhaps I was being a bit unfair. It wasn't solely her fault. Did I have a right to complain?

"Option number three," Louise continued. She hesitated. Not out of concern, but because this was obviously the one she hoped for. "A split relationship. I'll spend part of my time at Tony's, and part of my time with yours. I'm not sure about the logistics, but basically we set up like a week or a month where I spend every other whatever at each place–"

"You let him finish inside you."

"–if that means I get an apartment somewhere else I don't know. How would that even work with my job? I almost giggle at the prospect, but perhaps Tony and I could get something small together. Jesus, that is so far! Anyway, that is the third option. I would be his girlfriend and your wife. A shared woman. What do you think?"

Louise finished her little monologue and looked at me expectantly. I finally looked up at her, our eyes meeting.

"You let him finish inside you," I said again, this time louder.

The air went out of the room. Louise looked at me, her eyes wide. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. I continued to stare at her, my face blank. Her jaw worked wordlessly for a few moments.

"What," she finally said. "John, honey, I– Look–"

"The video," I replied flatly. "Emily filmed it."

"That bitch," Louise muttered.

"What, you weren't going to tell me then?!" I almost shouted, standing up.

"Sit back down," Louise said, putting her mug down. She stood up and rounded the table until she reached my side. "You look so drained and sad. Listen, John, listen to me. I fucked up, I admit that. I screwed up bad."

"But how–"

"Listen," Louise repeated, raising a finger in a commanding gesture. "When it happened, my mind was completely wrapped around it. In the heat of the moment. Tony just kept thrusting and fucking. And I forgot myself."

"Forgot yourself? For fucks sake, Louise," I said. Louise winced at that and took a step back. "You're too smart to be acting this naive. I love you, but this has gone too far. I accepted that I wouldn't always be there and that there was no way back once we went down this road, but this has gone way beyond anything of what is reasonable. You've moved so fast, and I would probably in the end have accepted that and been able to adapt, but this? We're talking about the potential of a ruined life, an innocent bystander that becomes the byproduct of your recklessness. Maybe I'm weak, and maybe I'm a cuck, but no more."

"John, you're not weak," Louise said, her eyes filling with tears. Louise never cries and I could feel the effect of it make me waver. But no, I had to remain focused. It hurt, but this was the necessary kind of wounds. "I fucked up. Please forgive me. I beg you, please! I can have Tony get a fertility test. I mean, he's not in great shape, so maybe there is a chance–"

"I forgive you," I said, and she sighed in relief. "But I need space. A fertility test is good, sure, but it doesn't change the breach of trust. I asked and you agreed, and then we reconfirmed it. We've been clear about this. The outcome is too dangerous. If you wanted him to... finish inside you, we should've gotten the pills back. And Tony? Come on, Louise, he's nineteen. You really think he's not... virile?"

I gave a heavy sigh.

"I need space," I repeated.

"Anything you want," Louise said. "I want you here where I can make sure you're okay, but if that's what you think is best, then I agree."

"I want to trust you... but I can't," I continued. "I hate myself for it, because I'm incapable of hating you. But this needs some repair. On my terms."

"I'm okay with that," Louise said, lowering her head.

"I... got an apartment. I had no idea it would coincide with those options of yours," I said, forcing a chuckle. I really didn't. "I need time."

"I understand. And I'm sorry."

"I just, fuck," I exclaimed suddenly, standing up, feeling the pent-up anger. It wasn't meant to be directed against her. "How? And to just leave me in the dark about it? And you knew what I felt about letting Tony do that..."

"I know... I have no defense. I got carried away," Louise muttered.

"Right... I'll get going then," I said. I reached over to stroke her cheek, a sort of halfhearted peace offering. My mind was still swirling with emotions, my heart was aching with betrayal. Louise leaned her head into the touch.

"Take the weekend, take a break," Louise said, forcing the words out.

Slowly I moved out to the hallway. I could hear Tony showering upstairs, probably oblivious to what was happening down here. The drama that he had caused. I wondered what he thought of all this. He was probably not thinking much at all. He didn't care. To him, we were just a joke. An entertainment show. I bet he thought that the possibility of knocking up someone was hilarious. At nineteen consequences didn't matter to him.

I put on my shoes and went to the door, not caring to wear anything warm. It was almost summer anyway. I stepped outside and breathed in the fresh, cool air. I'd figure things out, eventually.

For now, I just needed a drive before I went... to my new home. Temporary, home, perhaps. I didn't know anymore. I didn't want to think about it. I was too emotionally exhausted to think rationally. I just needed a drive, away from this.

*

Louise was wracked by guilt as she stared after the door slammed shut. She didn't dare follow her husband. If she stormed after John, she feared a big, jealous-induced fight could happen, and she had no ground in such a fight. And she felt terrible for what she had done to John. He trusted her despite everything, loved her even as wild as that seemed to be right now. So what could she do?

It all seemed a blur. All that sexual pleasure with Tony had gone to her head. It was intoxicating and now... what had she done? She hadn't even had sex with John in ages.

Fuck, Louise had forgotten how to deal with her husband. No, not deal. How to... communicate with him, to understand him. She was chasing the next taboo thing after the other. It had to come under control.

"What's up?" Tony grunted as his large frame came down the stairs. "Who closed the door so hard?"

"John did," Louise mumbled.

"What's with the long face, babe?" he said, sitting down in the armchair across her, putting on his socks.

"John is leaving for a bit," Louise sighed.

"Okay, cool. More for me," Tony said dismissively.

"Tony... be more understanding, I am a married woman, after all."

"Fine, okay, so what did you fight?" Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes. Louise wasn't even dressed yet. She wore a robe, but barely at that. "He wanted to get cucked but couldn't take the heat, or what?"

"Tony, come on... this is serious," Louise said.

"Yeah, I get it. But hey, he agreed to all this. This is what he gets for letting his wife run wild. He couldn't keep his woman on a leash, and he's upset because she likes it better with someone bigger? What should I do, make a full apology?"

Louise looked over at the big teenager. Of course he would see it that way.

"No. Look, John is very upset, and it was my doing–"

Tony scoffed at that.

"– and he is vulnerable right now," she added sternly.

"Whatever," Tony muttered. He leaned back, clearly not getting it. "He is being sensitive. Man up. If he didn't want his wife to get fucked he shouldn't have asked for it. So, did he really move out?"

"Just for a little while," Louise said and pinched her nose. Why did Tony have to be so dense? "Listen, it's not about you fucking me, it's about me breaking his trust. I let you... cum inside of me, and that was a no go. I'm off the pill. And on that note, I want you to take a fertility test."

Tony just groaned at that.

"Come on, Tony. We talked about this," Louise protested, throwing up her arms in exasperation.

"Okay, okay," Tony relented, finally seeming to have caught on. "Sure, fine, I'll take it. But don't pretend like you weren't enjoying yourself. Don't act like you regret it. Like, seriously, Louise. You think I'm stupid? You think I haven't seen how you act when we fuck? The way your face goes slack and how you moan? Yeah, you were loving it, don't deny that. And don't feel bad for liking it, babe. It's natural to like sex. You don't need to feel bad for being human. It's good for you. You love getting used, you love having that control taken from you."

Louise stared at him, wide-eyed. "I... I..." she stammered. She didn't know what to say. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with an answer, but she couldn't. She knew he was right. "You can't just say that," she finally managed to say.

Tony laughed at that. "Oh, come on. You know it's true. You love getting dominated. You love submitting to me. You love it when I use your body however I want. If your husband is jealous, then he is just being a baby. You love being my woman. You're made for me."

"That's not true," Louise said, but even she could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"Oh yeah? Then why did you let me finish inside you last night? Why did you let me cum in your pussy if you were so worried about your husband?" Tony asked. His tone wasn't angry or accusatory, just amused and smug. He knew he had won this argument.

"I don't know," Louise said softly.

"You know exactly why," Tony chuckled. "You love being my bitch. You love getting fucked. And you love that your husband can't satisfy you anymore while I can. Women are made to be used by men, and you're no different. You love being treated like a piece of meat, and I'm happy to oblige."

Louise felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "That's not true," she repeated, but even weaker this time.

"Sure it is," Tony said, standing up and walking over to her. He sat down on the couch next to her and placed his hand on her knee. "Getting filled, loving it, that's just part of being a woman. So, don't feel bad for liking sex. If anything, you should be proud that you're able to keep up with me. Most girls can't."

Louise looked up at him. His face was so close to hers now, his dark eyes gazing into hers. His hand slowly slid up from her knee. Her body was reacting to his touch, her heart racing, her breath quickening.

"You love it when I touch you like this, don't you?" Tony murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand continued its journey up her leg, his fingers teasing the edge of her robe. "You love it when I take control, when I use your body for my pleasure."

Louise shivered as Tony's hand slipped beneath her robe. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending a tingle of excitement through her body. "Tony," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm very sore."

"I'll be very gentle," Tony said, his fingers creeping towards her pussy.

Louise closed her eyes and leaned back, her body surrendering to his touch. Even now, she wanted him. Even after what she had done to John, she still craved Tony's touch.

"That's it," Tony cooed. "Just relax, babe." His fingers found her entrance and began to lightly rub against her swollen lips. Louise moaned softly, her body responding to his touch. "You're so wet," Tony said, his fingers sliding easily between her folds. "Your body is made for fucking, Louise. Made to be used. And you love it, don't you? You love being my little whore."

Louise whimpered as Tony's fingers entered her. She couldn't deny it. She loved it. She loved being used by him. She loved the way he made her feel. Her body was on fire, her mind a haze of pleasure and desire.

She leaned forward and buried her face in Tony's neck as his fingers began to move in and out of her. He pumped them in rhythm, and her hips bucked unconsciously. Tony let her move along the rhythm, his strong fingers curling deep inside her.

"Yeah, you like that?" he growled, his teeth baring, and Louise whimpered.

She let herself become engulfed by the sensations. The pleasure. The desire. The lust. The shame.

She shouldn't be doing this, she knew it was wrong. But it felt so good, and she couldn't stop. Her body moved on instinct, the need for release stronger than any feeling of shame or guilt.

But she couldn't bring herself to stop.

She moaned as his fingers fucked her deeply, his thumb pressing on her clit. He rubbed in slow, steady circles as he picked up the pace with his fingers, each push burying his digits further into her core. She whimpered as she felt a familiar tension building. Tony grinned down at her as he watched her pleasure mounting.

"You love it, don't you? Your little husband couldn't do this to you," Tony taunted her. "He couldn't make you feel like I do. He couldn't give you the kind of pleasure you need."

The words were like a dagger to her heart. John. Oh fuck, John. What would he think if he saw her like this? What would he say if he knew how good it felt, how much she needed this?

The thought of her husband, the betrayal she was committing, only served to heighten her lust and desire. Tony could read it all. She was going to cum.

He smiled and leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "You're so close, aren't you? So close to that sweet release."

Louise's whole body tensed, as her orgasm rushed over her. Her hips bucked involuntarily as her pussy tightened around his fingers. "Oh, god," she moaned, her voice muffled as her mouth sought out his skin.

She was lost. Lost in the pleasure, the release, the satisfaction of knowing that she had been filled and fucked by this big bull. Knowing that he was taking what was rightfully his. She had betrayed John and it felt so good. So damn good.

"So what if there's a small surprise in the oven," Tony said. "I bet you wouldn't even mind getting knocked up by me, being pregnant by me, carrying my baby. You know it's what you want. You've been craving it, wanting it, ever since you first let me cum in you. Deep in you. And now that you've had a taste, you'll want more."

"Fuck, Tony," she moaned as he continued to rub her clit.

"It can still be John's. You know he's a kind caring man. I just helped make it," Tony added.

"That's... so... wrong," she muttered.

"But true," Tony said, continuing to toy with her clit. "You love the idea of it, don't you? Knowing that you betrayed your husband for me. I think you love the idea of giving that to me, to have me do the deed, so to speak. It turns you on knowing that I own that part of you too."

"Stop talking, please," Louise begged, her voice weak and trembling.

Tony smirked and leaned in to kiss her. His lips were soft and warm against hers. Louise melted into the kiss, her body surrendering to the pleasure and release he was giving her.

She felt her orgasm building again. She was on the verge of another climax, and Tony could sense it. He kissed her deeper, his tongue exploring her mouth, quickly slipping his fingers out and replacing them with his cock, ramming deep into her, fucking her hard. She came immediately, her pussy clamping down around his thick shaft. She cried out, her voice muffled by his kiss, as her body shuddered with pleasure.

"Oh god, yes," Louise moaned, her voice low and raspy. She broke off the kiss, panting, as Tony continued to fuck her. His cock felt so good inside her, filling her, stretching her. She was sore, in such turmoil, but this was heaven.

"Just tell me to pull out. We don't want to upset Johnny any further, right?" Tony grunted smugly. "Or perhaps this isn't really about him anymore?"

Louise's mind was too clouded with lust to even register what he had said. All she could focus on was his cock sliding in and out of her, the pleasure coursing through her body. Tony wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. He started kissing her neck, nipping her skin with his teeth. She moaned again, her voice trembling.

"So beautiful," Tony murmured against her skin, as he thrust into her deeply, her legs opening wide, surrendering.

"Fuck, Tony," Louise whimpered as she reached her next climax.

Tony grabbed the side of her head, kissing her again with urgency. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Tony didn't let up, his thrusts steady and unwavering.

"Tell me how it feels. How good I am," he groaned.

"It feels so good," Louise whispered. "You're so big and strong."

Tony grinned. "And how do I feel inside you?" he asked, as his cock speared deeply into her tight passage.

Louise cried out. "Amazing," she gasped. "It feels amazing."

Tony chuckled. "Good," he said, as his pace slowed down a little. "You love it, don't you?"

Louise nodded weakly.

Tony's voice grew more confident. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."

"I love it," Louise whispered.

"Louder," Tony demanded.

"I love it," Louise said, her voice barely a whisper. "I love feeling you inside me. I love it when you cum inside of me."

Tony let out a satisfied chuckle, before pushing her back down again on the couch. He held her legs, opening her up wide as he plowed into her. Her head spun, her mind was cloudy, and all she could focus on was his cock driving into her with power.

Her eyes drifted shut as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She gripped his arms as he slammed into her over and over again. She bit her lower lip, trying desperately to hold back the moans as they escaped her lips.

Tony watched her writhe beneath him. He loved the power he had over her. His big body dominated hers, making her helpless to resist. She was his, entirely. He smiled to himself as he watched her succumb to his touch. She was completely consumed by the pleasure, by his skill. He was the best she had ever had and he knew it.

"Cum inside me," she whimpered. "Please."

His hand came down on her breast as he fucked her. "You're my fucking slut," he grunted.

"Yes," she breathed. "Please, do it. Fuck me. Fill me. Breed me."

Those words caused his cock to pulse.

"Don't pull out," she begged, her face twisted, the pleading look in her eye. "Please, Tony. Cum inside me."

"What about John? Hmm?" Tony teased her as he kept humping her roughly, pinning her wrists above her head, making her moan helplessly.

"I don't care," she cried out, desperate. She didn't want to think about John. She just wanted to feel this intense ecstasy. His tip was rubbing her g-spot relentlessly and she was so close. She could feel the pleasure building within her. The pain she felt, the betrayal of her husband, was soon replaced by pure bliss.

Tony felt her walls tighten around his shaft. Louise whimpered, her breathing ragged. He knew it was almost time. His cock ached, throbbed inside of her as he got close to climax. Her body was quivering, writhing, her moans louder and more desperate as her climax approached. Even after the reckoning of her betrayal, her body needed Tony's to complete her. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, his own release was near, and he would give her what she needed.

"You sure?" Tony said, making his point as he teasingly eased out of her. "I'm willing to pull out and cum on your face instead."

"No. Don't," Louise groaned.

Tony leaned in closer, his dark brown eyes locked with hers. She was so beautiful, her cheeks flushed with arousal, her red lipstick from last night smudged. And those blue eyes. They were begging him, pleading with him to finish inside her.

Louise's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing uneven, and she gasped and panted. "Please Tony, fuck me. Just fucking do it!" she growled.

Tony closed his eyes and started to ignore her cries, groans and pants as he concentrated on the intense pressure that was building at the base of his cock, spreading through his lower body. A sense of euphoria spread through him, and his cock stiffened impossibly, reaching his highest state.

"Almost there," Tony promised, as her inner muscles clenched tight and convulsions hit her body in rapid succession.

Louise whimpered, moaning desperately, the last remnants of her fading. Then finally she felt that surge, the rush of a powerful orgasm washing over her. "Tony! Oh shit, Tony!" she wailed.

Tony grunted as he finally came inside of her. He thrusted his cock all the way inside of her, her back squishing hard against the sofa cushions, and released his seed, splashing heavily against her deepest point.

The room went silent and Louise relaxed into the couch cushions, utterly spent. She lay there, her head resting on the pillows, her legs stretched out over the edge of the sofa with Tony still buried inside of her. She could feel his breath hot on her shoulder and the slickness of his sweat against her skin. Her body felt completely numb, and yet somehow invigorated.

Tony was panting, still with a huge shit-eating grin plastered across his face, his hips grinding back and forth, stirring his load into her thoroughly used, abused cervix and the fertile soil of her egg factory. The weight of the moment not lost on her as she just lie there. A faint buzzing and trembling filled the air.

She felt an exhilarating mix of regret, fear and guilt, her eyes focusing in on a spider that had been clinging to the wall. She had never felt anything like this before. Not with her exes, or with her husband John. She was frightened and intrigued by this sensation. Tony chuckled at Louise's face, obviously sensing the myriad thoughts going on in her head.

"Babe, you were a mess," Tony grinned, finally pulling out and taking in the aftermath. Her used pussy drooled down her cheeks and legs, still gaping and quivering. The mess spilling from the bottom of her pussy onto her perineum, collecting in a pool of hot liquid.

Tony wiped his member on her thighs, his hands massaged her inner thighs, taking pleasure in her post-coital form. He didn't regret the betrayal. And she was feeling something very similar, too. Something different, perhaps, than before, but something similar nonetheless.

"We shouldn't have done that," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Tony stroked her leg softly. "Why not? You enjoyed it, right?" he chuckled.

"Yes. But..."

Tony laughed. "John will get over it. He loves you, and he loves that his wife is such a fucking whore." Louise winced at the comment, as it struck much harsher now that consequences and trust were involved.

"If that makes you feel any better," Tony continued. "I'll get that goddamn fertility test. I'll even get snipped for the time being. Like, I say a lot of shit that turns us both on, but I'm not a fucking psychopath. I'll impose my will and I won't apologize for anything ever, and that is what you love about what I’m doing we both know it… but if it makes you feel any better, sure, why the fuck not."

"Tony," Louise said, sighing. It would make her feel better, but... Her husband had a valid point about moving too fast, giving away everything and becoming utterly compromised. "I need to think. I know we're supposed to spend the weekend having sex but..."

"Yeah, I get it, I'll go," Tony said, standing up and walking over to the armchair to put on his clothes.

Louise watched him dress. Honestly, she regretted to send him away, to see him go, but it was the healthiest option. This morning was proof of that. Tony and his prowess was like poison to Louise's marriage. And Louise. Perhaps John's fantasy was one of those things best left inside Pandora's box, or perhaps they could have gone another route than recruit the local rascal bull.

"See you around. If not, see you at school," Tony said. "I'll send instructions of what I want you to wear."

"What?" Louise asked. "We're still doing that?"

"Unless you want a good spanking in front of the whole school, then yeah. You have a killer body, you should show off more," Tony said smugly as he put on his shoes.

Louise just nodded. She didn't want to start an argument or give him any more reasons to spank her, though the idea of him punishing her wasn't that bad. No, no, stop. "Sure," she muttered, getting up. Her legs were wobbly and her insides were aching. The soreness of her rear and her pussy reminded her of all the things that had happened this weekend and the time period prior.

"Later babe," Tony said as he walked out the door.

*

The rest of the Sunday, Louise didn't do much else. To keep occupied, she cleaned and tidied around, went to fertilize the small orchard out back, then spent a few hours at the gym. She expected herself to cry more, but Louise was never much of a crier. Earlier when John confronted her was the only time she had cried in years. Instead, she was trying to remain focused on letting time pass. There was nothing she could do except wait for John's response.

Other than that, well, she regretted how captive Tony had made her. John had told her how she couldn't be trusted in a most hurtful way, and he was one hundred percent right, and then no less then twenty minutes after he had left was Tony back inside her.

And it wasn't just the mental strain. Physically, she was exhausted. Louise went to the gym, yes, but it was a meager experience. In the end, after a lot of wincing, she decided to get a massage after work on Monday. That would help her relax and put her mind off of things.

She wondered what she had expected. John hadn't even texted or called. Not a single notification on her phone. Louise knew he had an apartment but didn't really know where it was in town. Part of her knew she could find out if she wanted, but he had explicitly said he needed space, so she'd adhere to that.

She couldn't deny she felt guilty. Her husband had every right to feel angry and betrayed, and she felt responsible for that. It was her fault, and she should be the one to fix it. But how could she? How could she make this right? Well, one thing was to get tested for pregnancy, but that would mean truly face the possibility that her marriage might be over. The mere thought sent tremors down her spine.

The rest of the evening she tried to not think about it. She ate dinner, watched some TV, and went to bed early. It was only Monday but she already dreaded going into work. Work was always something she enjoyed, but now she dreaded the fact that she wouldn't see John when she got back. The first thing she did was clutch the side where he usually laid. It still smelled of him. Perhaps it was a bit naive, but she hurriedly checked her phone and hoped there would be some sign of life from him. Nothing.

'thinking of you. hope ur okay,' she wrote, thinking an innocent message like that wouldn't nag him.

Then a message from Tony came up. He was always late for school, but apparently he was up this early.

'top drawer, under the pink sweater. there's a yellow nice spandex boxer short, short booty shotrs, and t-shirt. no bra,' he wrote.

'what?' she replied, hoping for more to go on. No bra? With her endowment, that would expose a lot!

Tony didn't reply, so Louise went over to her dresser. Had he laid out clothes for her the day before? Before he left? What the hell was that? Lo and behold, as she opened the drawer, there was a pink sweater with the aforementioned clothes underneath. Louise re-read the message. He said ‘no bra’, but he didn't say ‘no sweater’. At least she could use that one to cover up.

The shorts were way too short for her liking, and the T-shirt a bit too tight around her breasts. It did, however, leave a bit of midriff exposed. This is what teenagers wore nowadays? She felt a bit silly wearing such clothing, but Tony had been very specific about his demands. Louise knew better than to defy him.

Louise sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. This was utterly embarrassing. She would have to wear the sweater all day, or else everyone would see her nipples through her top. Not only that, it was sort of... see-through? Come to think of it, none of these clothes were part of her wardrobe. Had Tony gotten her this?

Then there was the shorts. They barely covered her ass, and if she bent over, people would probably get a glimpse of her panties through the material. Especially because she wore a brightly-colored boxer, no doubt part of Tony's plans.

"Fuck," she muttered, twisting and turning in her mirror. She looked ridiculous, and it was all Tony's fault.

Louise grabbed her things, sighing repeatedly at the risky outfit she was wearing. Why on earth would she agree to this? She was an adult and a full-grown woman, a grown woman with full breasts and a fine pair of hips. And everyone would get a good eyeful of her now. Perhaps she could play it off somehow. There was some added mobility, but no way was it enough to justify it. The shorts hugged her ass and made her cheeks very... pronounced.

"God dammit," she growled.

To Tony, her embarrassment and discomfort were some kind of victory, an accomplishment. Her displeasure, and all the trouble that went along with it, was part of her journey of submission to him. She was a fucking teacher and yet she acted like a horny teenager, doing Tony's bidding.

Walking towards the school from her car, Louise could only wonder and pray that nobody saw her. Thank fuck the day was warm and sunny and at least she could say these shorts was better for that. But that was still not enough to justify them. Nothing was. These shorts were made for one thing and one thing only: to embarrass her, to get her the stares and glances she dreaded. She tried to remain cool, though, trying not to let her anxiety get the best of her. She kept walking, trying not to focus on the way her breasts jiggled or her butt swayed.

"Mrs. Banks, you look great this morning," a male student said as she passed. 'Mrs. Banks'. Her husband's name was being dragged through the mud. What would people think? That John had no control over that wife of his-

She turned to him and smiled weakly. "Thank you," she said. "I'm just wearing something a bit... different."

The student grinned and nodded his head in appreciation. He then walked behind her, looking straight at her ass, grinning all the while. Louise blushed, hating the situation she had found herself in, hating how her breasts jiggled with every step she took, and hating the attention she was getting. Damn Tony and his antics. The timing of this couldn't have been worse.

Finally she got into her wardrobe. It was another track and field, but Louise doubted she'd join any activities the way she was dressed. Huddling over her schedule, she dreaded to see that Emily was on the field today. What were the chances?

Then there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for her to respond, Tony barged right in. She cursed herself silently for not locking the door. He looked pleased to see that she had obeyed her and offered a smug grin. Then it wavered.

"Why are you wearing that sweater?" he asked. "Come here," he said, sitting down and pointing at his lap.

"No!" Louise barked. "My husband is livid with me! We can't keep going at this pace! I mean, where does it end?"

Tony shook his head dismissively, not even paying attention to anything of what she just said. He simply pointed at his lap.

"You need to get spanked for your misbehavior," he explained, tapping at his lap.

"No fucking–" Louise began to argue.

"You're being a bad girl now," Tony warned and Louise could feel her knees buckle. "Stubborn little girls like you need to be punished."

Tony's words echoed in her head, and her mind was already beginning to haze. He was right, wasn't he? She needed to be punished. The way he sat there, all big, broad and firm. Her mind was swimming and her body felt all funny, like she had an urgent need.

She couldn't. John had been so clear. They never included him and he was right. Tony was right. This was just about Tony and Louise now. What good would this spanking do? Or exposing herself in front of everyone? What was the point in taking all this risk?

She had to stand her ground, right here, right now. For the sake of her marriage and future, this needed to come to a halt.

"I'm sorry for disappointing you," Louise said weakly, and her knees became unsteady and her thighs tingled with desire.

Tony just cocked an eyebrow. He didn't seem surprised in the slightest, but her resistance amused him greatly.

"Oh, so it's like that is it?" Tony chuckled, shaking his head.

Tony stood up, towering over Louise, and stepped forward until his body was pressing against hers, pinning her against the desk. His crotch rubbed against her lower belly. The warmth and the stiffness caused a moan to escape from her lips.

"Now," he whispered into her ear. "Bend over this desk so I can get to your punishment. You'll be late for class if you don't."

Her mind was reeling and her resistance crumbling by the second. She couldn't believe it was all happening again. Why was her resistance failing her now, why couldn't she stick to her plan to stop?

Louise stood completely still, her brain working a mile a minute trying to find some last semblance of will to resist. It felt almost like a game to Tony. How hard was he pushing, how fast and aggressive could he be.

"Maybe it's not necessary,," Tony pondered, a wolfish smirk. "But I think you like it when I remind you who is in charge.

Louise lowered her head. She couldn't. She shouldn't.

"Yes, there it is," he smirked. "Bend over."

She hesitated briefly, before slowly turning around and bending forward, placing both hands firmly on the desktop. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her entire body seemed to be trembling. She tried to steady herself by holding onto the desk, her hands gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her face flushed and her breath caught. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears.

Then, without warning, Tony brought his hand down on her ass.

"Ah!" Louise cried out, her entire body jerking forward with the blow.

Tony smacked her ass again, harder this time, causing another whimper to escape her. The blows began to fall steadily now. Louise moaned as each impact sent a shock of pleasure coursing through her whole body. Tony seemed determined to give her ass a thorough spanking, alternating between right and left checks. He was relentless, his hand moving with practiced efficiency, knowing exactly how hard to smack her without causing any permanent harm. Louise started to tremble, whimpering at the stinging pain and the feeling of shame at being punished like this.

She looked down and her eyes widened in shock when she realized how turned on she was becoming. Tony's palm cracked loudly against her flesh and the resulting jolt sent ripples of pleasure all throughout her pussy. Her panties were slowly, yet positively getting soaked. She was amazed at how wet she was getting. She could feel her inner walls clenching and her clit throbbing as the sting of the spanking spread outwards. It was a most humbling, yet delicious punishment. Her hands shook and clenched, making her whole frame rock with each smack.

Her shorts had slid down just slightly, exposing more of her cheeks. She wondered if Tony had planned anything more. She found herself hoping he had, her need becoming something more than just carnal. She had lost all sense of reason and need to defend herself and her husband's feelings. Louise wanted nothing more at this moment than for Tony's firm grip to work her over, for him to take her the way a man should take their woman.

After a dozen or so spanks, Louise was sure her ass was glowing red. Tony wasn't kidding, it seemed like he truly meant it to be a punishment. He paused for a few seconds and then she heard his breathing, much heavier. He no doubt had worked up a sweat while domesticating her. He was gawking. Louise took the chance, raising her head and arching her back, purposefully shifting her hips so that her butt cheeks stuck out more and looked perkier. It was instinct, she couldn't help but try and entice her strong partner. Her short shorts were pulling her crack and bottom cheeks apart slightly, offering Tony a brief peek between her legs.

"Just look at this," he laughed, giving her ass a smack before dipping a thumb down into her shorts. "Soaking wet. Fucking soaked!" he chortled as he squeezed.

"Yeeesshh," she hissed through grit teeth as her core muscles clamped.

She could almost hear Tony grin behind her. "Fucking naughty woman. Goddamn slut..." Tony snickered. "Bent over, right after getting into a fight with your husband, letting me treat you this way."

Her core ached and she could feel the arousal in her stomach building, sending her insides into turmoil. She gasped at the sudden, intense feelings that overtook her. She couldn't speak, couldn't think. All she could feel was the raw power emanating from his form as he hovered behind her, pinning her down and reminding her who was in charge. Tony owned her. He controlled her. Every move she made was by his design.

"You belong to me. I control you," he taunted, continuing her train of thought, sensing her reluctance to verbally acknowledge this. "You'll obey my orders," Tony chuckled, his voice sounding like that of a playful master, praising his obedient pet. "So, let's not have an attitude when you're told to put on a show, huh?" Tony reiterated and leaned in close, his nose digging between the shoulder blades of her sweater. "I'm really, really, lucky to have you," he mused and smiled softly, biting at her nape before pulling at her hip, forcing her shorts further down her butt.

"Ahhhh, god," Louise gasped as Tony exposed her rear, and felt the tips of his fingers caressing her flesh.

His touch was electric, sending a jolt of energy coursing through her. Her heart skipped a beat and a small cry of ecstasy escaped her lips. Louise gasped, closing her eyes as she tried to keep herself from moaning. Her body reacted to his touch, squirming underneath him. Tony chuckled, gently rubbing and cupping his free hand, slapping her butt ever so slightly. Her muscles contracted each time he spanked, her body anticipating the blow, the sensation spreading through her, making her skin tingle. His fingers slid between her thighs, stroking her with care. Louise closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling, the roughness and intensity. The burning sting, and the need that was quickly consuming her body. It was like the world ceased to matter except for this moment, this primal sensation.

"I'm lucky, and I'll do what you asked of me before, and perhaps I'll even consider getting my tubes tied or whatever, but I need you to be obedient, right?" Tony said, his voice now warm and almost caring. It was such a change in tone for him, and it worked very effectively on the sensitive, vulnerable teacher. He continued to grope her exposed butt cheeks as he spoke.

"Okay," Louise breathed, though it seemed an answer enough, considering the arousal that now oozed from her nethers.

"Okay, good," Tony said and patted her butt softly a few times before stepping back. "Then take the sweater off too. Show me you agree."

Her hands immediately flew up to the collar of her sweater and started to pull it over her head. The cold air against her bare skin when her tight T-shirt underneath rode up a bit sent shivers down her spine. She kept the garment in her hand for a few seconds, staring down at it before placing it neatly on her desk. There was no turning back now, the teacher could feel it in her bones, and she gave Tony a quick nod of her head.

"Good. Now, turn around and get down on your knees," Tony commanded.

Louise obeyed without a word. Tony stood there, arms folded and looking quite pleased with her. Her eyes were wide and eager, looking for instruction, or guidance. Or perhaps waiting for permission to act? Tony put the back of his index finger below her chin, giving the teacher a smug smirk.

"Hmmmm?" Tony intoned. "Do you want this big cock inside of you?"

The need and hunger within Louise was all but consuming. She licked her lips in anticipation, looking down at Tony's waist.

"Yes, Tony," she pleaded with her eyes. "I need to taste it. To suck and fondle that beautiful big cock, please."

Tony grinned. It was adorable, the way Louise pleaded with her eyes. So eager, so eager to obey him and satisfy the deep need within her. She loved being used. It was so obvious and evident in everything she said and did. He loved seeing her in that state, and knowing it was all because of him. Because of the power he held over her. And the only one with that kind of power was her. Tony reached out, gently petting her cheek as she stared longingly at his crotch. She nuzzled his palm and closed her eyes for a second, enjoying his touch.

Tony withdrew his hands and began to undo his belt buckle with a fluid and slow gesture, as Louise watched every single second. Then he unzipped, then let his jeans slide to his ankles. He was wearing his usual cotton underwear, though it was very tight against his girth. Louise bit her lower lip as Tony dropped his boxers to his feet and freed his cock. The teacher watched as it unfurled itself. His massive shaft standing proudly, waiting to receive her.

Tony stepped closer. "Is this what you want?"

Louise nodded, not even hesitating to close the distance.

"You want this, don't you?" he coaxed.

Louise's head was a mess, her brain swarming with an equal amount of shame and lust. He had always made her feel so... she couldn't even explain it. It was addictive, his behavior. She never got like this with her husband.

He smiled and guided his shaft over her lips with one hand, while the other gently rested on the back of her head. Tony's huge tool felt heavy and warm even before it touched her. Louise instinctively started kissing his meat, pressing soft kisses against his crown, down the sides of his dick, to its base. Tony moaned softly at her gesture. She moved on to lick the tip before letting it glide back over her lips. Tony groaned, pushing more of his head inside her mouth, taking it slow and steady, only giving a little of himself each time she engulfed more of his meat.

The teacher could taste him. That sweet and tangy flavor. The flavor of a big, dominant bull, his precum already smeared over her lips and tongue. The aroma was so... powerful. Manly. Intoxicating. She loved it, even as she focused on the first couple of inches, working her tongue in gentle circles around the crown and savoring his salty taste. Once upon a time she thought his taste was utterly vile and disgusting, that blow jobs were demeaning and beneath her. She didn't think those things now. Not with him. He'd make her do this until she got every drop of him, and she was more than willing to obey.

Tony shuddered and held her head firmly in place. "Mmmm... yeah," he murmured. "Fuck, you feel so good around my dick."

He withdrew a couple of inches, then pushed his cock against her throat once. Louise gulped and gasped for breath. She was able to take him down her throat, but never right away. His dick was huge!

"Relax," Tony growled. "I'm going deeper this time."

He pushed his shaft into her, inch by inch. This was more aggressive, her body fighting the intrusion of his girth with reflexes, and her lips clenched down involuntarily to make it easier for herself to resist, but Tony kept it up, undeterred, his cock sliding slowly deeper until she felt his fullness. Until she gagged and struggled for breath.

Tony withdrew his dick, letting Louise pant a little bit.

"I want you to swallow all of it," Tony declared.

"Gack!" Louise groaned, eyes wide, panting.

She had just barely adjusted, just barely got used to his size before he pushed back. Tony groaned in delight as Louise choked on his shaft, her mouth and throat stretched out by his impressive endowment. The teacher sputtered and coughed around the head of his shaft, unable to resist or complain. Her own need for release was taking hold of her mind and clouding her thoughts. Tony could sense it too.

"Open up," he ordered, thrusting in and out in deep, long strokes. "Let me in. You can do it, just let go."

She tried. Her jaw slackened. His tip hit her throat repeatedly. She couldn't breathe. Yet she managed not to gag or try to push him back. She didn't have much of a choice. Tony held her tightly in place, slowly pumping his tip against the entrance to her throat.

"Keep those eyes up here on me!" Tony barked, gripping her hair and tugging.

There wasn't any pain associated with it, nor humiliation. Rather, the intense pleasure, and being allowed to submit, was such a huge aphrodisiac that Louise was overwhelmed by how badly her body wanted him to forcefully claim it. He could break her so easily and the realization almost made her dizzy. She wasn't ready as Tony continued to assault the opening of her esophagus, just teasing his tip back and forth, edging her for him and depriving her of air.

Finally he slid himself all the way in. There was a loud noise of her throat clicking as it welcomed him and embraced him fully inside. It made Tony grimace, gritting his teeth. Louise's whole body went slack as a wave of intense bliss washed over her, her vision tunneling. It was overwhelming her completely. All she knew was that she didn't want it to end.

A split-second later his grip tightened and his eyes bore into hers, his face an animalistic mask. He withdrew his dick and plunged it back down, repeating the motion and finding a new pace. With the back of her throat so relaxed he fucked her mouth and throat hard. The pressure built and built, her air supply depleting quickly. Her nose smashed against his heavy stomach and she fought with her lips, her hands grabbing his butt cheeks and fingernails digging into his flesh as she lost all self-control. He didn't pull back, but only pummeled her harder, abusing her jaw as it locked around his girth.

And just like that, she was a wreck. Tears streamed down her face as she gave a wet, choking gargle, her body flailing, kicking her legs weakly.

"Fuuuuck..." Tony hissed, "...so close... good fucking slut..."

It was going to be alright. It was going to be fine. Louise accepted this and for a brief moment as some sort of coping mechanism from his brutal abuse. She knew he wouldn't suffocate her. Not much anyway.

"Ohh fuck!" Tony grunted, thrusting his hips in short, powerful strokes, pumping his cock into her, seeking his relief, and seeking to show who was truly in charge.

His hairy plums slapped against her chin loudly and harshly, before they violently contracted. The feeling of his warm nuts on her face, jumping as he was so close forced her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

And that was when he climaxed. He couldn't keep still, his movements were all over the place and frantic. He groaned with pure delight. He pulled all the way out, then plunged his meat inside of her, his heavy orbs swinging in front of her nose. He released load after thick load of semen down her tight, constricting throat. Louise felt him spasm as his orgasm hit him, causing him to nearly collapse. She clung onto his waist tightly, not wanting him to slip.

Regrettably, Louise wasn't able to taste him, but boy could she feel him.

Pool after sticky pool of sperm shot down her gullet, flooding her stomach. Her neck bulged from his obscene size, and even more so with each pulse of seed he emptied into her.

It was a beautiful sight. Louise with her face flush and sweaty, her mascara running and her eyes wide with unadulterated lust. Tony admired the beauty of his new teacher bitch, relishing in the power and the control he had over her. How far had she fallen? Would there ever be a line he didn't dare to cross? The line seemed to shift from day-to-day.

He loved how vulnerable she was in that position. Totally at his mercy. He felt his balls jerk again, emptying more and more of his load, covering the tight insides of her throat. It was absolute heaven. Louise fought with her lungs, her neck convulsing around the hot throbbing rod, and finally Tony withdrew, letting a mixture of cum and saliva spill out from her mouth and down her neck and cleavage.

"Good girl," Tony panted, slapping Louise's lips with his cock. He continued smearing his slimy cock all around her face.

Then a sudden knock interrupted the steamy atmosphere and without any ceremony. Louise suddenly remembered where she was and what time of the morning it was.

"C-Class will start in ten minutes!" she cried, hoarse from her previous treatment, hurrying to her feet and running into the adjoined wardrobe to try and clean herself. Her makeup was fucked, her already tight, slightly see-through tee was soaked and stinking of bleach, and her lips and eyes were puffy and reddened.

How was she supposed to face class after that? How could she get off the mere scent of Tony and his potent seed clinging to her body, to her lips, dripping from her tits? This was a real dilemma, and the urgency of getting clean became her major priority. But how? What if someone saw? What if–

Louise was realizing she'd either be late or had to go to class dirtied up with Tony's fat batter and utterly disheveled.

"Fucking hell," Louise growled under her breath. "You'll pay for this."

Tony chuckled and zipped himself up, walking towards the door.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," he grinned as he left. "See you in class, Mrs. Banks."

Louise stood there, fuming at the injustice of it all, trying to come up with a solution. Her eyes darted over to the window. Maybe she could climb out, then make a run for it... it seemed more viable than walking into class like this. Short shorts, puffy, and reeking of cum. And utterly frustrated from Tony riling her up and from the situation itself.

*

After cleaning herself as best she could, Louise hurried back to her classroom. She had spent nearly ten minutes trying to clean up, and even then she wasn't satisfied. Her clothes were still damp with cum and sweat, her hair was a mess, and her makeup was all but gone. A strong crust of dried semen covered her chest and neck. It had been hard to remove and even harder to hide. It was impossible to get it all off. She knew that it would be noticed it, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"What's up with teach," one said.

"Look at those shorts," another one said.

"Damn, that T-shirt is fighting for it's life," a third one said.

Beet red, flaming hot, Louise encountered the track, where her students waited for her. There was no point in hiding it now, everyone had already seen her. The embarrassment was so intense that it made her sick. She wanted to throw up, her stomach churned and twisted. But she had to suck it up. There was nothing she could do, so she simply tried to ignore the comments, tried not to make eye contact with anyone.

Emily was sitting on a bench in the bleachers, laughing hysterically at Louise's appearance.

"Looks like the bitch had a wild morning," Emily sneered, and Louise just walked right past her.

It didn't help that she felt utterly exposed in her skimpy clothes, and that all of the boys were staring at her, ogling her body. She hated how it felt, but part of her enjoyed the attention. It felt good to know that she was desired. It was a confusing feeling. One that made her feel dirty. She tried her best to ignore it, tried not to think about what Tony had done to her, tried to act like nothing happened. But it was difficult to hide the fact that her nipples were poking through her thin T-shirt, or that her face was flushed. She was so fucking horny and there was nothing she could do about it.

Tony just left her in such a state of distress, his actions utterly humiliating for Louise. And he had turned her on so much prior to fucking her mouth. To top it all off, she was in her own domain and was under pressure from every single student to teach and keep up appearances.

She kept glancing around, making sure nobody noticed. But it was no use. They were all looking at her, laughing and giggling. Some even wolf whistled at her. The respect she once demanded from her students was long gone, replaced by this newfound interest.

The teacher sighed heavily, shaking her head. It seemed like she would have to endure this for the rest of the day.

After taking attendance and marking her papers, they started their warmup exercises. As usual, everyone paired up with their partner and started jogging. The teacher watched them carefully, making sure they didn't slack off.

Louise observed the students as they ran laps, noting the various levels of athleticism displayed. But for the most part did she try to keep her distance as she still smelled of sweat, cum, and bleach, and she couldn't handle the teasing, the snide remarks, the leering from her students. They were all talking about her, she knew. They were whispering, giggling, making crude jokes. But what could she do? She couldn't do anything about it. She just had to suck it up and deal with it.

They were almost halfway through the lesson when Tony decided to show up. He came walking towards the class, his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. Louise couldn't believe it. What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in another class right now?

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Tony grinned. "Just wanted to see how my favorite teacher was doing," he said casually.

He looked her up and down, then licked his lips. He seemed pleased with himself, and with her. Louise squirmed under his gaze, feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed.

"You look good, Mrs. Banks," Tony said, raising his hand and gently squeezing her left breast. Louise gasped as he pinched her nipple between two fingers. "Really good."

She knew what he was doing. He was trying to humiliate her, make her feel like a slut even more. She swatted his hand away. "Not here, you idiot!" she hissed.

"What? Don't wanna show everyone how much of a slut you are for me?" he teased.

Louise blushed furiously, her face turning bright red. "No!" she said firmly.

Tony chuckled and walked off, leaving the teacher standing there alone. She sighed and shook her head. He really was something else. He really liked to push her buttons, didn't he?

She continued watching the class, but she couldn't stop thinking about Tony. He made her nervous by just showing up like that. He made her feel vulnerable and weak.

After an hour, the bell rang for lunch. Everyone lined up and went into the locker room to change. Louise rushed to her own wardrobe to try wash more of Tony off of her body, and soak her T-shirt in soapy water or something to get the stench out. The scent of cum clung to her body, making her feel uncomfortable.

She sat down at her desk, shirtless and frustrated while she waited for the next class. Normally she ate lunch with the other teachers, but surely they would notice and then perhaps start to ask questions. Principal Ryan Winston-Morrow was quite strict on such things, and so she decided to stay in her office down by the tracks, away from prying eyes. She wasn't hungry anyway. She just needed to get through the day.

She closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair. She was still so horny. Her pussy throbbed with desire, begging to be touched. It had been so long since she had been satisfied. She felt so empty inside. She couldn't help but think about Tony and his big dick. Even with what he made her endure did she desire him. No doubt he'd fuck her silly if he were here right now.

Luckily, her soak worked somewhat decently. The shirt didn't smell as bad, and it gave herself a bit better scent too, but now it was wet which caused other problems. Louise's breasts and nipples were visible through the wet fabric. She was still embarrassed by how much she was showing, but at least she didn't stink of sex anymore.

She glanced at the clock. There was still ten minutes until the next class. Maybe she could take care of herself? No, she shouldn't. Not at school. But she really needed to. Her body ached for release. Maybe just a quick one.

Louise stood up from her desk and walked over to the door, making sure it was locked. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the door. She closed her eyes, imagining Tony's hands roaming all over her body. His cock rubbing against her pussy, teasing her. She slipped a hand inside her shorts and started playing with herself.

She let out a soft moan as she touched her clit. Her pussy was so wet. She bit her lip as she rubbed faster, her breathing becoming heavier. She pictured Tony fucking her from behind, his cock slamming into her pussy.

"Mmm... fuck," she moaned.

Her fingers slipped inside her pussy, pumping in and out. Her body tensed as she got closer to climax. Her moans became louder and more frequent as she approached her orgasm.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She quickly pulled her hand away and sat up. She listened closely as the footsteps stopped just outside her door. There was a knock on the door. Louise froze, her heart beating fast.

"Mrs. Banks? Are you in there?" a voice asked.

It was Principal Ryan Winston-Morrow. Louise quickly stood up and walked over to the door. She unlocked it and opened it slightly.

"Yes?" she asked, trying to act natural.

The principal stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked concerned.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Y-Yes, sir," Louise replied, looking at him nervously.

The principal stared at her for a moment. His eyes seemed to linger on her wet T-shirt and her exposed cleavage. Then he smiled and shook his head.

"Well, alright then," he said. "Just making sure. Some of the students were concerned for your well-being. They said you looked sick and that you were dressing... a bit provocatively."

Louise blushed

"I'm fine," she assured him. "Just feeling a bit under the weather, that's all. I thought the nicer weather meant I could wear something lighter. Well, I was wrong," Louise added with a forced chuckle.

"I see. Well, I hope you understand that I do not want to step on any toes, and I respect you for everything you've done at this school, but you can't dress like this here. You know how things work around here. This is a serious place of education, not some strip club."

Louise nodded. "Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good," the principal said. He smiled and patted her shoulder before turning to leave. "Take care of yourself, Mrs. Banks. Say hello to John from me."

The teacher sighed and closed the door behind him. She couldn't believe it. How did she end up in such a position? John would be so disappointed in seeing how her redemption arch was failing so miserably, how she had failed at her job, how she was just some slutty submissive whore that only cared about her needs and desires. The worst part was that it was true. It was all true.

She couldn't stop thinking about Tony and what he had done to her. She felt empty without him. She needed him. She needed to feel his big dick inside of her, stretching her pussy, filling her up. She needed to taste his cum, to feel his warm load sliding down her throat.

Louise walked over to the window and looked outside. She saw Tony standing there with his friends, talking and laughing. She watched him for a moment. He looked so strong, so dominant. He was everything she wanted in a man. Everything she needed.

She decided right then and there that she was going to give herself to him completely. She would do whatever it took to make him happy. Whatever it took to please him. She would be his slave, his plaything, his toy. She would obey his every command without question. She would let him use her however he wanted. And she would enjoy every second of it. This was not his wish, like before. It was hers.

She turned away from the window and headed back to her desk. She sat down and closed her eyes. She could still smell him on her body, his scent lingering in the air. It made her feel safe and secure. It made her feel like she was his.

What did that even mean? Was she sane enough right now to even make such brash decisions? Would she quit her job and move to where Tony was going to college? That would mean uprooting her husband. Leaving him behind. John didn't deserve that. He had been nothing but supportive and understanding. He didn't deserve to be hurt like that. But she couldn't help it. She wanted Tony so badly. She needed him.

She opened her eyes and glanced over at the clock. There was still five minutes before class started. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door. She had to get this day of the way. In danger of sounding like a horny slut, Louise needed to legitimately cum so she could think more clearly of what the actual fuck she was considering here. For now, her brain was mush. Her pussy ached with need. She had to take care of that first. Then she'd deal with the consequences of her actions.

The next class was as torterous as the previous one. At least there was no cum involved, but she still was dressed quite provocatively. Louise felt uncomfortable and self-conscious the whole time. She constantly thought about Tony and how much she missed him. She could barely concentrate on her lesson plan.

When the bell rang, she practically ran to her wardrobe. She pulled off her shorts and soaked T-shirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She stood there naked for a moment, her body still flushed with desire. Then she stepped into the shower. She turned the water on and let it run over her skin. The warm water felt good against her skin. She closed her eyes and sighed.

After a few minutes, she began to soap herself up. She ran her hands over her body, washing away all of the sweat and grime from the day. She let out a soft moan as she rubbed her clit. Her pussy was throbbing with need. But again, there was no time for her to finish.

She quickly dried herself off and got dressed. She put on a pair of jeans and a tank top. She didn't bother with underwear or a bra. After school she was due for a massage she had booked earlier. That would surely relieve some of her tension, and hopefully get her mind off of things.

As she walked to her car, she saw Tony talking with some friends near the entrance. He smiled when he saw her and gave her a wink. She blushed and looked away. She couldn't believe how easily he could make her blush like that. He had such power over her.

She got in her car and drove away without looking back. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he affected her.

*

The massage therapist was a woman, which came as a relief to Louise. She didn't want to have to explain herself to a man. And she wanted to avoid any unwanted attention. The therapist was a middle aged woman named Mary, and didn't really bother her at all. Louise used the shower at the facility, got worked over, and by the end of it she almost felt normal again. There was a sexual ache that needed attention, but she could endure that.

And somewhat free from her cloud of thoughts, her mind went back to John as she drove home again. Letting out a sigh, Louise realized that perhaps things wasn't going so well. This was the first time the entire day she actually thought of him. She had thought of him in brief fleeting moments, but she hadn't given him a second thought since leaving her home this morning. That was unlike her. It was all because of Tony. He was distracting her, making her lose focus. Making her think of him. And she did. While John had moved out, Tony was staking his claim and gaining more and more control. John had complained they were going too fast, well, neither Louise or Tony were slowing down, no matter how much she tried to stop it.

"Fuck," Louise muttered.

She was a terrible wife. She had let herself fall for a younger man, for a student of hers, and now she had no idea how to deal with it. What was it? His dominance? It was always a thrill and her body responded to it, but was it actually something she enjoyed? His size? Well, of course. His personality? Fuck no.

Nope, it was purely a physical aspect. And she was sacrificing her heart for that aspect with her inaction. John was a good guy, and he had been so understanding of her predicament, but could she even fix things at this point? He hadn't even responded to her text this morning. He had left her on 'seen'.

The next morning, Louise called in sick. She needed to stay away from Tony, and it was the quickest excuse she could come up with. Principal Winston-Morrow was happy to hear that she was taking a day off. Right. Not only was she fucking up her marriage, but her job too. A job she used to love but that she now skipped.

The whole day was spent in bed, watching movies. It felt strange. She was alone in the house. No John, no Tony, just herself. It was kind of nice, but also lonely. She missed having John around. He had written a small response earlier, though.

'Doing alright. Take care,' was all that he wrote. Louise didn't have the energy to respond, even though she wanted to.

At noon, she got a text from Tony. She ignored it. Then she got another one, and another one. She kept ignoring them until she heard the doorbell ring.

She opened the door and there he was, standing in the doorway. He looked concerned.

"What are you doing here?" Louise asked.

"I was worried about you. I heard you were sick. Can I come in?"

"Uhm... no. I'm fine," Louise said, trying to close the door.

Tony pushed it open and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him.

"The thing is, I need help with a test," Tony said. "For college.  SATs. I need help."

Louise sighed. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it anymore. Her need was too strong, too powerful. His SATs were just an excuse to spend time together. He wanted to fuck her again, and she was happy to oblige. She would fuck him right here, right now. She wouldn't even bother taking him upstairs. Would she reject getting fucked right here in the doorway?

"Really?" Louise heard herself ask. "You want me to help you with your test? Here? Now?"

Tony nodded. "Yes. Colby here has promised to help me if he gets... something..." Tony's smile went wide with mischief as he stepped aside, a long scrawny kid, was a shy kid she hadn’t had much to do with. He was never the most active kid in PE, and kind of a misogynist if the rumors were true.

"What?!" Louise cried. "No! I can't do that. It's wrong! I'm your teacher."

Tony shrugged. "You're not my teacher anymore, Mrs. Banks. I'll be out of here soon and I want you to give Colby here some special attention, some incentive."

Louise looked bugged eyed at the scrawny weasel. Tony was one thing, but bringing in another student? Not only was it risky, but she felt dirty for even considering it. What would John think? And did she mean so little to Tony that he'd more or less sell her services to a student for help? It was an ugly thought, but her body was reacting in ways she didn't like.

Colby was blushing as he took in the sight of her. The tall skinny kid was practically drooling at the prospect of being allowed to touch her. How could Tony do this to her? How could he bring this student here? And what did he expect from her? She couldn't let this happen.

"I can't do this," she said firmly.

Tony smiled. "Well, I guess that's it then," he said, starting to walk away. "Thanks anyway."

Louise watched him leave, feeling confused and conflicted. She wanted to call after him, but she didn't know what to say. He crossed the street, and Colby stood there fidgeting nervously.

"W-what now?" he asked.

Louise hesitated, then shook her head. "I don't know," she said honestly. "But I can't do this. Not now, not like this."

"You mean... you're going to send me home?" he asked, looking disappointed.

Louise felt a pang of guilt. She didn't want to disappoint him. Or Tony. Maybe she should give him something? Some encouragement? Would that be enough?

"No," she said, stepping forward and putting her hands on his shoulders. The boy practically came in his pants from having a woman so close. "Come in. I'll... figure something out."

He smiled brightly. "Really?" he asked.

Louise nodded. "Yes. Just... don't get your hopes up too much," she said, turning to lead him into the house.

Once inside, Louise closed the door behind them. She felt nervous, unsure of what to do next. This was wrong, but it was exciting too. She wanted to please Tony, but she couldn't just let this boy fuck her, could she?

"So..." she said, trailing off.

Colby looked at her with a hopeful expression. "What should we do now?" he asked.

"I... I don't know," Louise admitted. "I guess... you could sit down over on the couch there and I'll... get us something to drink."

He nodded and sat on the couch, looking nervous and excited.

"Alright," Louise said, walking towards the kitchen. "I'll be right back. I...," she started, glancing back over her shoulder as she entered the kitchen, and saw Colby not being able to keep his eyes to himself. He roamed her with his gaze even as she stared at him. He was shy, yes, but the rumors of his view of women was rather hostile. He could have made a rude remark right about now but it seemed like he wasn't quite able to find his voice yet.

She couldn't believe this. What had she gotten herself into? This was all Tony's fault. But what could she do now? She had to do something to make Colby happy, but she didn't know if she could let him fuck her. He was probably a virgin too, and that didn't make it any easier.

The young teacher shook her head in disbelief. Then she began preparing two glasses of iced tea, and soon returned, passing the young man his glass, and sitting opposite him in a chair.

"Is this a first date?" Colby joked awkwardly.

"Hah," Louise deadpanned. "So... you and Tony, huh."

"We're friends."

"Best friends. I get it. He's... special," Louise stated, rubbing her forehead, eyes shifting, thinking deeply before a faint blush overcame her face, cheeks and ears growing hot. "He's very... well, he can be persuasive."

"Yeah," Colby agreed, looked to be feeling a bit uncomfortable, like he was talking to a sex worker or something. Impatient, but polite enough to answer. Was that what Louise had been reduced to? Someone so easy that she allowed such situations? His eyes fell to her breasts, straining against the fabric. Louise imagined the questions going through his mind. How would she feel? Taste? What sounds would she make? She wondered those things herself.

"Well," Louise said after a moment. "I can see that you're enjoying the view, and Tony must trust you otherwise he'd never ask you here. I just hope that, when we've finished our drinks, that you can walk out with some sense of decorum and not shout or gossip about this to everyone else," she said seriously, before taking a sip.

It had to be said, the only way to survive this was to get Colby to agree to keep it a secret.

Colby's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a nervous gulp.

"Yeah," he croaked, nodding.

Louise watched him as she drank her tea. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was all so surreal. Why had she let it happen? Why had she even invited him inside? What was wrong with her? She was about to have sex with another nineteen year old boy. Just to please Tony. But deep down she knew it was more than that. She knew that it was more than just pleasing Tony. It would help him out immensely. Sure, she could probably help him with those SATs, but those tests often covered things that was more up a kid like Colby's alley.

He finished his glass and put it on the coffee table. Then he turned to Louise and smiled hesitantly. "Should I take off my shirt now?"

"If you want," she said softly. She watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His body was skinny and pale, but he didn't seem embarrassed by it.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Now you sit there and relax," she said, standing up and walking over to him. She felt very nervous. Other than Tony and John, she didn't have that much experience. And seeing this teen worship her with his eyes while most likely thinking of her like nothing but property was both arousing and insulting at the same time.

She stood in front of him, looking down at his crotch. He was already hard, his erection pressing against his jeans. She reached out and slowly unzipped his fly, then pulled down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, throbbing and glistening with precum.

"Wow," she whispered. He wasn't as big as Tony, but he was still pretty big. She felt her pussy getting wet just looking at it.

"Are you going to suck it?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes," Louise replied, kneeling down between his legs. She took hold of his cock and began stroking it slowly. He groaned softly.

"Oh fuck," he muttered.

She smiled, enjoying the effect she had on him. Then she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip. He moaned loudly and grabbed her head. Then he began to pump his hips, fucking her mouth. She took it all, letting him use her as he pleased. It felt so good to be used like that.

After a few seconds, however, he suddenly started to hiss as his cock throbbed and pulsed. He no doubt had zero experience with sex, so Louise was treated to the bitter taste of cum spurting into her mouth.

The teacher pulled back with a loud slurp, his cum sticking to her chin and lips.

"Ahhh... oh wow," Colby gasped, leaning back against the couch. "That was amazing."

"Mmm... yes it was," Louise said, wiping her chin with her hand. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom. She quickly washed her face, then returned to the living room.

Colby was still sitting on the couch, looking dazed. His cock was softening.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "I just... that was intense."

Louise smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she said, sitting down next to him. "How long have you been waiting for this?"

Colby blushed. "A while," he admitted.

Louise chuckled. She couldn't believe how easy it had been. Tony was right. Boys would do anything if they thought they were getting laid. And this one seemed so desperate that he was willing to agree to anything.

"So... what now?" he asked.

"Well," Louise said, "I guess we could continue."

"Really?"

"Sure," she replied. "I mean, why not? We're both here. And we both want to have sex. So why not?"

Colby looked excited. "Okay," he said, nodding eagerly. "Let's do it."

Louise smiled and reached out to touch his chest. He shivered when she brushed his nipple.

"Lie back," she told him.

He obeyed immediately, lying back and spreading his legs. Louise crawled between his knees and started licking his cock again, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it gently. He moaned softly. After a few minutes of teasing him, she felt his cock harden in her mouth, and she began to bob her head up and down, sucking him off.

He groaned and gripped the cushions tightly. It wasn't long before he began to buck his hips, pushing his cock deep into her throat. He was thrusting wildly, filling her mouth with his hardness.

"Ahhh... oh fuck!" he cried out, spasming as he came again, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed all of it, enjoying the taste of his cum. When he finished, she pulled away and smiled up at him.

"Was that good?" she asked.

"Y-yes," he stuttered, staring at her with wide eyes. "It was incredible."

Louise giggled and sat up. She stood and stepped back, watching him as he lay there panting, his cock still erect and covered with her spit.

"You've been such a good boy," she cooed. "I think you deserve a reward. Stand up, please."

Normally Tony was taking charge, and she sort of expected Colby to do so too, but perhaps her age and stature was having an effect on him. Like with John. Colby got to his feet, a bit unsteady for two series of Louise's work. A small sense of pride in how weak she could make him was flaring up within her.

"Come here," she ordered.

He walked towards her, his cock bobbing with each step. She reached out and grabbed it, stroking him slowly. He groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. She stroked him gently, watching him writhe in pleasure.

"Mmm... that feels nice," he murmured. "Please... don't stop."

She smiled. "Don't tell me what to do," she said sternly. She pulled her hand away and slapped his balls playfully. He gasped in pain, then moaned softly when she squeezed his shaft hard.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

He nodded quickly.

"Good," she said, releasing him and stepping back. "No, it's your turn to touch me."

Colby slowly reached out a hand and grabbed her waist. "Wow," he whispered as his fingers touched her soft skin. He'd probably never been so close to a girl before, and he was clearly excited about it. Even when Louise let go of him, he was hard as steel.

Colby's eyes were wide like he couldn't believe he was actually doing this, touching her.

"Nobody will ever believe I got to do this," Colby muttered, his voice shaking. "You're so... beautiful."

Louise laughed. "Thank you," she said. "Now... let your fingers wander..."

She stood there and watched as he ran his hands over her body, exploring every inch of her. He took his time, touching her breasts, squeezing her ass, stroking her thighs. She moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her skin. It felt good to be appreciated. It felt even better to be wanted. And it felt amazing to feel like someone's fantasy. She'd never had a man worship her body like this. Not even John.

When he reached her panties, he hesitated for a moment, looking at her nervously.

"Go ahead," she encouraged him. "Touch me."

Colby grinned, licking his lips in anticipation. He pulled her panties down around her ankles, and he ran his finger over her smooth and firm cheeks and down her crack. Then he slowly moved his hand around to the front. He hesitated again.

"G-go on then," Louise gasped, spreading her legs slightly.

"Oh my," Colby muttered in excitement. "A-are you sure?" he stammered, barely believing he was doing this.

"Yes!" Louise exclaimed impatiently. She felt like a bitch in heat, but she didn't care anymore. She needed this.

With one hand on her hip, and the other hovering at her entrance, he carefully slipped a finger inside her pussy, moving it back and forth slowly. Louise inhaled sharply, gripping the hand on her hip and gave a small push with her hips. Her lip trembled and she closer her eyes, letting herself sink into the feeling. She had wanted to resist before, but this was what Tony wanted, and she was knee-deep in trouble. This is what he was going to give his friend for helping him. And she didn't want to disappoint him.

"I like the sound my finger makes as it moves," he said, sliding in and out of her pussy. "It's nice and warm too."

"Aaahhh," Louise moaned loudly, her entire body shaking as the student pleasured her. Her hand gripped his arm tighter and tighter, digging her nails into his skin.

"It feels good doesn't it, slut? Good old, Mrs. Banks, always so uptight, so professional, now being pleasured by some stupid kid," Colby growled, surprising Louise with this sudden shift of his demeanor and she felt her pussy clamp down around his finger, hard, a sudden surge of pleasure rippling through her body.

"Oh god!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back into her head and her legs turning to jelly.

Colby started fucking her harder with his fingers, his other hand squeezing her ass roughly. He wasn't gentle, and he wasn't taking any care, but fuck if it didn't make her quiver in anticipation and need. She let out a loud moan as Colby worked her over. He wasn't skilled enough to make her orgasm, but it was heaven nonetheless. She didn't even register the fact that he insulted her.

"So good," Louise breathed, rocking her hips back and forth.

Colby grinned. "You like that?" he asked. "You're such a whore," Colby whispered, continuing to stroke her. Where did this come from? She was a goddess to him a few minutes ago, but now he was berating her?

"Yes," Louise replied, her voice quivering. "I'm a dirty little slut."

He chuckled at her. "Yes, you are," he said. "Now let me see your tits."

She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her chest. She reached up and grabbed the neckline of her top, pulling it down to reveal her breasts. Colby licked his lips.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "That's what I'm talking about."

Louise blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. He was acting like a complete pig, but she couldn't help but be turned on by it. Colby almost leapt down to start licking her breasts, shoving his face into the heavy mounds as hard as he could and then sucking deep on her nipples. Louise moaned loudly, her body tensing up as he ravaged her sensitive flesh.

"Mmm... suck them harder," she whimpered.

"I'm trying, but you have really big tits," he grunted, his voice muffled by her breasts. He began sucking harder, his tongue flicking back and forth across her nipple. Louise arched her back and gasped in pleasure, grabbing his head. "These utters are so fucking big. So much bigger than my mom's."

"Yeah," Louise panted, stroking his hair. "They are. So big and full and heavy... and sensitive... oh god!"

He bit down gently on her nipple, making her gasp again. Then he sucked it harder.

"Oooohhhh..." she groaned, shivering as he teased her.

Colby was like an animal. He obviously had a thing for big breasted blondes like her, and it seemed like he would happily do anything to her to get off right now.

"So damn sexy," he moaned. "Your body is so hot. I can't wait until I'm inside of you, feeling your hot, tight pussy wrapped around my cock while I suck on these big fucking knockers. Ohhhh god, that would feel amazing."

As he continued sucking and biting on her nipples, his hands grabbed hold of her ass, squeezing and groping her roughly. It was almost too rough. He was really hurting her, but she loved the way it felt. He was taking ownership of her body. Making her his. She wanted it. She wanted him.

"I think you should lie on the floor, Mrs. Banks," Colby instructed, pushing his wet fingers inside her tight channel, causing a spasm that nearly made her double over.

"O-Okay," Louise complied, eyes closing as Colby finger-fucked her, enjoying how tight and wet and responsive she was.

Once there, Colby wasted no time pulling off his jeans and boxer shorts completely, releasing a long and very erect cock, uncut and throbbing.

"Are you ready?" he asked, kneeling over her.

"Y-yeah," she said, breathing heavily.

Without warning, Colby dropped his hips and rammed his cock deep inside Louise's tight pussy. She cried out in pain as the sudden stretch burned through her core, his hardness ramming into her sensitive walls and touching her womb. He was too eager and excited to have a tight and fresh pussy like hers. There was no foreplay. He just started pounding away, slamming his cock deep inside of her, stretching and violating her as much as possible, not giving a care that she'd have a hard time walking after.

"God! Your pussy is amazing, Mrs. Banks," he grunted loudly, moaning in pleasure as he slammed against her cervix over and over again. "So wet and tight. Aren't you married or something? I bet Mr. Banks has no clue of how to handle a woman," the up till now virgin said with utter viscousness. He didn't care if he was hurting her at all, just chasing his orgasm without giving her pleasure. The burning pain and his degrading comments stirred something dark within her.

"Stop it, Colby," she whimpered.

"Not a chance, slut," he replied. "Your married pussy is too fucking tight for that."

The teenager groaned loudly and sped up his thrusts, forcing Louise's whole body to rock violently with each push. It was rough, it was fast, and it wasn't very considerate at all.

"Ohhh yes..." he moaned, ramming harder and harder.

"F-fuck... ah!... S-slow down a bit," she pleaded.

"And why should I listen to a dumb, married cow like yourself, huh?" he hissed, and she looked away. He chuckled and grabbed her chin, pulling her gaze up to him again. "Does it feel good having a teenager pounding away at your little pussy, slut?"

"Y-Yes," she whimpered, moaning loudly when the teen's hard cock slammed against her cervix yet again. Her toes curled and her back arched off the floor, her whole body tense and ready to cum despite Colby's self-interested pounding.

He laughed. "Good slut. Look at those massive, heaving tits bouncing up and down with every hard thrust," he snarled. "Ohhh god. Ugh. Ahhh... Y-yeah, yeah, oh fuck yeah," he grunted, his fingers tightening around her hips, his nails digging deep into her flesh. "Damn your pussy's so fucking wet."

"Please, not inside," Louise pleaded. "I-I'm not on birth control."

"Ugh... don't fucking worry... about it," he hissed, hammering away and holding himself in. He didn't want to show her any consideration. No doubt he didn't care if she'd get pregnant. "Ugghhh, ahhh, yeeeeah... You'll get it... uuunnhhh..."

Just a few short strokes later, his cock throbbed and pulsed. With one last loud groan and his body trembling violently, Colby grunted as he let loose and unloaded his thick ropes of cum deep inside the woman's womb. Her eyes widened at the hot surge filling her most intimate of areas. It felt like a shotgun blast as Colby's sperm blasted into her waiting channel and washed over her walls. He kept holding her down, the tall slender kid groaning as he kept filling up the married teacher with his potent load, leaving Louise utterly helpless on the floor and him panting above her, his grip lessening with the powerful climax.

Once he'd had his fill, he collapsed atop her with his softening cock still inside. The weight of his slim frame pressing her down and feeling his cum warm inside of her womb was too much. Louise couldn't believe this had happened.

Her head was spinning, and her whole body shook with shock.

The two lay like that, breathing heavily.

"Wow," Colby finally said, lifting his head and looking at her.

"Y-yeah," Louise breathed.

"So..."

"Yeah... well," Louise muttered, glancing away nervously. What could she possibly say to him?

Colby smiled awkwardly and pushed himself off, his cock slowly sliding free of her tight, wet pussy, leaving behind a puddle of the creamy white mess. As the teenager pulled up his boxers, the couple remained quiet and avoiding each other's gaze.

Once dressed and upright again, Colby couldn't contain his glee. His first time and with one of the hottest, most in demand woman in his life.

"So," he repeated. "That was really awesome, right? I mean..."

"Yeah," Louise interjected, feeling that she had to get this awkward conversation over and done with.

Then she saw him take out his phone, with her still a heaving mess on the floor and took several pictures.

"Colby!" she barked

"Uh huh," he uttered casually, ignoring her objections.

Just then, the front door swung open and Tony came through. Seeing a half-naked Colby standing beside an equally partially unclothed Louise, who looked disheveled and tired, Tony smiled widely.

"Looks like it went pretty well," he stated matter-of-factly.

Louise didn't know how to respond and so sat quietly, Colby looking proud of his accomplishment.

"I thought you'd show him your boobs and perhaps jerk him off, at best even blow him, but you let him fill you, Louise?" Tony chuckled. "Jesus, what a good slut you've become, huh?"

Louise glared at him, wanting to argue but didn't have the strength. The truth was, she really liked Tony, really liked fucking him. Despite him blackmailing and humiliating her and offering her as payment to his friend, she couldn't deny the feelings she had for him, as well as her desperate need for his cock. The fact that Colby was barely able to satisfy her in any way, was irrelevant.

"Whatever," she muttered, feeling confused.

Tony smiled, closing the door before stepping closer. He had a backpack slung across his shoulders.

"What's that?" she asked, nodding at it.

Tony smiled. "Well, I'm here for a few days, so I brought some clothes."

"What?" she said, not quite believing him.

"You think I'm going to let you spend the entire week alone? Besides, it's much easier fucking you all the time if I just move in. Mom thinks I'm sleeping over at a friend's who owes me a favor, and they don't really give a fuck where I'm at anyway. You don't mind, do you, Louise? Not after all we've been through?" he stated, daring her to challenge him.

"No, no... of course not," she said, biting her lip nervously.

Tony smiled and walked over to her. He knelt down and started sliding his shorts down his thick thighs. Louise watched as his thick, hard cock sprang free from its confines right in front of her face. She licked her lips and stared at it hungrily, feeling the urge to grab it and start sucking on it.

Tony chuckled. "See? You're already getting excited. You want to suck my cock, don't you?"

Louise nodded slowly. "Y-Yes," she whispered.

"Good girl," he said, grabbing her hair and gently guiding his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and began sucking on it greedily, enjoying the taste and feel of it. It felt so good to have Tony's big cock inside her mouth again.

After several minutes, he pulled back and looked at Colby. "So... how was she?" he asked. "Was she a good fuck?"

Colby nodded. "Oh yeah. She was amazing. She's got a nice tight pussy."

Tony laughed. "I bet she does. She's always been a slut. I think she loves getting fucked by young guys like you and me. Am I right, Louise?"

"Mmmph!" Louise moaned, unable to speak with Tony's cock in her mouth.

"Yeah, you're right. She's a dirty whore, and she loves getting fucked by us," Tony said, looking at Colby. "Go ahead."

"It's messy," Colby complained, nodding toward her spoiled pussy.

"Then fuck her ass," Tony offered, grunting slightly as he was starting to feel really good from fucking Louise's lips.

"Really? That's awesome! I've never done that before. Can I?"

"Sure. Go ahead," Tony said, thrusting harder into Louise's mouth.

Louise felt Colby moving between her legs and she tensed up. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was letting two boys use her like this. But it felt so good.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Colby groaned as he slid his hard cock deep inside her ass. It wasn't gentle, and she felt herself wanting Tony to pound her instead.

She heard Tony groan above her, and she could see he was about to shoot his cum all over her face and she didn't try to resist it. She just lay there, moaning softly as Colby fucked her ass and Tony fucked her face, enjoying every second of their treatment. They were using her body like a fucking sextoy. Like the dirty slut she was, and it felt incredible.

She moaned loudly as Tony shot his thick load all over her face, filling her mouth and covering her lips with his hot white cum. He pulled back slightly, letting another jet of his seed land on her face before ramming his erupting cock back into her mouth.

Louise gurgled her approval as Tony continued facefucking her. She could tell she was starting to get close to an orgasm, and when he pulled out, she let out a strangled gasp, then a choked cry, and finally a long groan as her body spasmed. Her hands grasped frantically at the floor as she twitched through the aftershocks, and it felt like someone had stuffed her with lit fireworks, the warmth coursing throughout her body. Colby could barely keep his balance, but managed to keep humping away until his own peak was near.

Tony pulled his cock out and sat back, rubbing the sticky shaft along the bridge of her nose, just to leave a more visual reminder on his mark on his slut.

Meanwhile, Colby was furiously pumping his hard shaft into her tight ass. He moaned loudly, clearly loving it. Then he slammed into her as hard and as deep as he could, holding himself in place and shooting his hot sticky seed deep within her bowels.

"It's awesome!" Colby groaned. "Shit, so tight... uuhhhnng," the guy grunted.

The poor skinny kid convulsed once, his balls tightening again and again, and his cock jumped inside her asshole violently. Colby pressed himself against her body and cumming hard inside her, her hole milking him desperately. When Colby was finished, he slumped back and rolled off her, laying exhausted on the floor beside her.

Louise was in no better state, panting and trembling from the anal pounding she had endured. Tony was sure to collect another bunch of pictures and videos of the scene.

"Wow," Colby murmured.

Tony grinned and slapped his friend's shoulder. "So how was it, man?"

"Intense," he chuckled. "A dream come true. Thanks, dude."

"Don't mention it," he replied, making a casual motion of it, as though Louise was worth nothing.

Louise could hardly believe it. She felt like she'd just lost some part of her to these two guys. And all because of her own weak willpower and neediness. She wanted to feel indignant and disgusted with herself for succumbing to their domination so easily. But mostly she was turned on by the whole thing. She loved the feeling of being so helpless and used.

She laid there for several minutes until she was ready to stand up again. "I... I think you should go, guys," she said. "This was great and all, but you should go. I really need some sleep. School tomorrow and everything."

"Right," Tony replied, nodding. "Colby, fuck off."

"I meant you too," Louise tried, but Tony just laughed at her.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he said, stepping closer. "Come here."

"What?"

"Come over here."

"But–"

He stepped even closer and placed a hand firmly on her shoulder, bending her forward before slapping her firm ass-cheeks hard. "Behave like a good, fucking slut," he ordered, smacking her a few more times and she finally relented.

"Yes," she said quietly, obediently.

The strong-minded dominator was not impressed. "Louise... can't hear you."

She straightened herself a little and, with a dark shade of shame flushing over her face, muttered, "yes... please, Tony... you can stay."

The two highschoolers burst into a laughing fit.

"So much for an 'educator', Louise," Tony smirked and Colby winked at her with a stupid grin. "This fucking whore actually just begged for her young lover to stay over, man. Does she have any semblance of self-respect?" he ribbed her while smacking her sore butt some more. "That's right. I'll stay here while John's away, Louise, and every chance I have, I'll fuck your brains out. Even the time when he comes back, I will enjoy taking you whenever and wherever."

"Of course you will, Tony," she breathed, barely managing not to grind against him. "I... look forward to it."

"Is that so? Well, guess what? You might find yourself addicted to my fat, juicy cock, Louise," Tony said, moving toward the stairs. "Louise, I need a shower, and you're going to help me," he informed, walking naked out of the living room.

Louise glanced over at the scrawny kid who was starting to get his strength back.

"Guess you better go home then," Louise mumbled awkwardly, feeling too exposed as Colby just stood there staring at her.

Colby nodded and grabbed his stuff. "Uhh, thanks for... yeah."

"Goodbye, Colby," Louise sighed as she watched him awkwardly getting his clothes on.

She was tired and feeling used. After watching Colby leave, she could still feel her ass leaking his cum. It was a mess and it hurt, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Instead, she went to the kitchen to pour herself a large glass of cold water. Her stomach was growling with hunger, and she took a granola bar out of the pantry. Then it was upstairs and straight into the shower where Tony would be waiting, most likely impatiently.

*

Later, Louise and Tony laid in her bed, a mess of tangled limbs and sweat. Tony was slowly grinding his hips, thrusting his massive dick inside her. She was tired and sore, yet the teacher's body betrayed her again. A low and muted moan escaping her.

Tony was smiling widely. "Feels nice, huh?"

"Y-Yes," Louise confessed, trembling with every slow, calculated thrust, the stimulation tingling throughout her spent body. "Ahhh... Tony... you feel incredible. I... oohhh... god, it's so good," she mewled, moving her own hips in tandem to feel every inch, his big heavy nuts dragging along her thighs with every deliberate push and pull.

Tony's thrusts had an unhurried pace, he knew exactly how to prolong the bliss, and she was his slave in that sense, a mere instrument for pleasure. And despite feeling utterly weak, having given herself to him and her young neighbor, her walls contracted around him, as she was teetering over the precipice again.

"Fuck," Louise groaned loudly. "I can't, I can't..."

"Tell me," he whispered in her ear, pushing hard enough to make her tits jiggle.

"So damn sensitive," she babbled, her breath quickened. "I-I'm so... oooh, shit... oh, yes, please..."

His smile was wide as he felt her body writhing, bucking under him, begging for release, but unable to, due to the Tony deliberately keeping her just on the edge, not going faster or slower, just remaining steady, making her edging last, his own arousal flaring as she kept whining like a slut.

"Almost," Tony panted, clearly very aroused, while still able to maintain that slow, loving rhythm. "Ohh, almost. Good, so fucking good, Louise."

Her whole body tensing and straining, hips pumping, cervix contracting and tightening, her fingers and toes flexing, a slight quiver running through her.

Tony moaned as his own orgasm began building. He could feel his balls swelling, preparing to pump her womb full. Louise's eyes were squeezed shut and her head thrown back, completely lost in ecstasy.

Tony let out a groan. "Unng, Louise. You're gonna make me cum soon. Uungh... oh god. Aaah... you want my cum, baby?" he teased.

"Yeah," she whimpered. "So bad... Please. Fill me... Please."

"Good girl," he hissed. "Mmmm. Such a good, hot fucking slut. Oooh... Ughhh. Ah, ah, fuck!"

Tony's thrusting became increasingly erratic, and he was struggling to keep his tempo steady. He was breathing heavily, gasping and moaning. Then he stopped moving completely, his entire body tense from the strain. His cock started pulsing. Louise gasped in excitement, knowing she was about to be filled.

"Ah... shit. Not yet," Tony grunted. He wanted to prolong this experience. Moving into John's house, taking his wife in his bed, there was something extra about it that Tony hadn't anticipated but that enticed him immensely. This woman was truly at his mercy now. He would enjoy her fully and thoroughly.

Louise felt like she was going to explode. Her body was on fire. She needed this. She'd never felt so desperate and excited in her life.

"Oh, god," she sobbed. "I need you. Please!"

"Shh," Tony soothed her. "Just a few more... Don't worry. You'll get what you need."

She moaned quietly as she tried to relax, trying to slow her heart rate. It didn't work. Tony's cock still filled her pussy. He was so hard and so thick. She could feel every inch. Her clit tingled. Her nipples throbbed. The mere thought that he was holding back on purpose, sending her into a frenzied desperation and torment, that her needs were completely secondary to his, just made her fall further into his control.

Tony watched in satisfaction as her resolve melted with every second passing. Louise was truly coming undone in his arms. She was helpless, and completely dependent on him, which suited Tony very well indeed. It felt incredible to know that this sexy, mature married woman was completely his. John Banks' pride and joy and pillar, broken and forced to accept the degrading situation, submitting and abiding by his wishes and desires, always willing to surrender and accept the treatment.

"Alright, slut," Tony hissed, picking up the speed, and grabbing her throat. Louise let out a low growl of delight, the feeling of him pumping into her so wonderfully erotic, she nearly lost herself right then. Tony closed his eyes, reveling in the tight, wet heat. He didn't even care if she came or not. All that mattered was that he was pleasing himself and his dick was getting what it demanded.

Tony continued his thrusting, slowly and carefully. With each forward thrust, his cock filled her up, then he would slowly pull out. She loved the way his cock would drag against her slick inner walls. Every now and then he would slam in a little deeper, causing a moan or gasp to erupt from her mouth.

Finally, after several minutes of this torture, he let his own needs take control and allowed himself to start hammering away at her without pause. He could feel his balls drawing up, ready to blow. She could feel his big, engorged glans smacking and hitting the entrance to her womb, making her so aware of her situation. No doubt he was going to fill her up to the brink again. It was what he liked the most, and Louise didn't dare say anything to protest. In truth, she was enjoying his virility too much. The big fat cock and potent sperm inside her fertile pussy felt so good, it wasn't fair. And yet, there was nothing she could do to prevent it either. The power balance had shifted, and in her lust for the big, fat teenager, the only option was submission and service to him.

"Jesus," Louise breathed. "So good. You feel so amazing."

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her lips. As soon as they made contact, his cock throbbed inside her. She kissed back and then wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. They stayed there, enjoying the feeling of each other until he broke away and stared down at her.

He grinned wickedly as his thrusts became more urgent, frantic, losing control to his instinctive need to procreate with her.

"T-Tony!" she managed, his intense expression almost sending her over the edge, feeling that powerful cock so hard and thick, making her insides bulge. "Ung... you're... gonna make me... cum..."

"Me too," he muttered between gritted teeth. "I want to fill you up. Oh yeah... Uunng! You like being fucked by a young, potent stud, don't you? John's moved out, and I've moved in. I've pretty much replaced that bitch, huh? Uuung. Mmmmm."

"Tony, wait-" she suddenly managed, fear gripping her.

His face split into a vicious smirk, ramming with a primal passion, fucking his married, mature, beautiful, and fertile teacher silly with his impressive size.

"Oh shit, Louise. Here we go. Ohhh, God! Ungh. Fuck. Aagh," he moaned and grunted in unadulterated bliss and delight, her soft breasts shaking in time to his strong and unforgiving thrusts and his sack slapping against her ass repeatedly.

"You are going- Hhuhh... so deep!" she sobbed in between his plunging of her delicate, sensual flesh.

"Oh, Fuck yeah," he groaned. His whole body was starting to shake as he approached climax. He held his cock deep inside her and he jerked his hips forward and pulled her towards him in one quick, forceful thrust.

The sudden intrusion caught Louise by surprise and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. He just continued pounding relentlessly, and she writhed against him in a paroxysm of agonizing joy. None of his thrusts really disconnected him from her deepest parts, as he simply rocked his hips back and forth, stirring her insides and jabbing at her cervix with that bulbous head.

Tony started breathing rapidly, sweat glistening across his forehead. He held her firmly, pulling her body against his, while he kept up the steady, deep, pistoning movements of his hips. She was completely helpless. He was chasing his release and there was nothing to be done. Having kept these slow strokes, and the endless amounts of times they had fucked already, Tony had to work for it. But he didn't mind at all, as that meant more time inside this wonderful teacher.

"Aaah," Tony moaned, pulling her hair hard and baring her neck. His warm and soft lips sucked on her pulse point, grazing the skin with his teeth. "That's it. You feel so incredible. So soft and wet... Mmmm... fuck yeah!"

"T-Tony... Tony... I love it... don't stop!" Louise begged, desperate and crazed with pleasure, her words uninhibited by social norms. "I need to feel you. You're so deep... You're... fucking me so fucking hard... Shit, this is intense... I- I love the way you fuck me..."

He closed his eyes as he started bucking harder, feeling the warmth around his pulsating and rigid cock becoming impossibly tighter.

"Tell me what I wanna hear, Louise," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"You're bigger and firmer than John," she moaned. "I-I prefer your hard young cock. F-for sure! S-so... aaahh... Oh fuck, I'm getting close... And you're too, and I don't mind it. If you want to, ugh-guh, finish in me, you can," Louise chanted. "I'm all yours."

Those last words were like music to his ears.

"Come on, Tony, take what's yours. You deserve it," Louise said, with full earnestness. Her big dicked lover had earned it, hadn't he? "Please. Give me more. Just keep... g-going... Nnngh... Come, Tony. Come. Let it happen..."

Tony's breath caught in his throat and his whole body froze, his muscles locking in place, unable to move as he finally released.

Louise gasped and moaned as she felt him release his load inside her. Her vision went blurry for an instant, and her mind swam in a sea of hazy lust, making the world spin and tilt. She lay there, spent and panting. His massive balls spasmed uncontrollably and continued pouring their huge amount of potent jizz directly into the teacher's fertile and receptive womb, flooding and filling her up to the very brim. Her legs shook and her whole body trembled as a series of powerful orgasms rocked her core. She was just an incubator for him now. Tony's young potent sperm rushed straight to her eggs without delay and set themselves up to reproduce, spreading their rich genetic code, drowning her reproductive organs once again.

This was the man taking her now, seizing her with his strong frame and rough, ruthless fucking. He owned her body and soul. His thick sperm filled her womb, claiming his right over her. It was overwhelming, and the hot sensation within her filled her with a perverted bliss.

"Shiiiiit," Tony drawled, groaning, and trembling in the intense surge of endorphins. "You feel so damn good, Louise."

"Oh yes... fuck yes. Gahd!"

"Wow," the teenager breathed, his body still shaking from the overwhelming bliss, his big hands gripping Louise's shoulders and his hips continuing to weakly move. "No way back now, is there, Mrs. Banks?" he asked, rolling off of her, crashing his head on John's pillow.

"N-No..." she sighed, panting heavily. "There's no way back anymore. You've made me realize how good it feels having someone who takes care of my... needs... and while I think it's fucked, I don't know if I can go back to normal, regular sex. John was never this good. Never... ah, fuck. What a mess you're leaving me in," she spoke, still shaking. "Feeling so dirty and disgusting."

"You need someone who knows how to treat you right, who takes charge, and John wasn't giving you that. He doesn't know shit about handling a woman like you. Maybe that is why he wanted you to sleep around," he grinned, his fingers trailing over her thighs.

Louise still trembled after experiencing such an intense orgasm, and it would take some time before her legs worked again. But lying there, exhausted and sticky, listening to this strong young man tell her what she needed was pure ecstasy. Especially since, as she understood what the conversation was building up toward, she felt herself burning up from the inside. She wanted Tony and what he offered.

Tony had nothing else to add and only grunted. Louise accepted him, her womb, the breeding. There wasn't anything else to do or say about it.

But still, there was a deep longing in her belly. An ache in her heart and an urge deep in her soul, that demanded John's return. Louise's mind kept thinking of the absent husband. Wondering if he would understand that the decisions she had made weren't to disrespect him as a person or a lover, but were due to her being so pent-up, needy and unfulfilled. She longed for her husband, her spouse, her love and her friend.

Tony on the other hand was just laying there and smiling widely. He felt proud of himself and fulfilled. With good reason. He had most likely succeeded in making the good school teacher fall in love with his fat cock. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary to him, just another older woman conquered and satisfied. Another trophy of sorts.

The rumors of his prowess were not rumors at all. Mrs. Anderson next door was proof of that, and Louise herself of course. Other’s too.

"So, you're staying here from now on, until John comes back?" she asked, carefully placing her hand upon Tony's firm and soft thigh.

He gave a quick, dry chuckle. "Yup."

Louise blushed deeply, and smiled shyly. This was something else. Sure, she'd be at his disposal, but in the same regard, Tony would be ready for her. Tony would be here. Always.

"Good," she replied and found it hard to suppress a giggle. "And Tony, you have to promise me not to tell anyone about the things we do together," she added, caressing him lovingly.

Tony nodded. He had no desire to boast, but merely act upon his lust, his fantasies, his wishes and desires.

"Of course. No problem. I don't want people finding out that their lovely neighbor is such a slut and is sleeping with a younger guy who has a massive, hard cock," he growled, laughing out loud. "I mean, of course. It would be really fucked if we fucked up the thing we got going on."

"Thank you," Louise muttered. "It will be odd to have you around all the time."

*

And so it was. When she woke up the next morning, sore and aching, it was indeed odd to have Tony snoring next to her in bed. She couldn't help but smile as she looked at him lying there. He had one arm thrown over his head and was snoring lightly. His face was relaxed and peaceful. She took the opportunity to admire his features without him noticing. He wasn't really her type, being sort of coarse and hard to look at, large belly and all that, but she was slowly starting to find him attractive in his own way. The fact that he was always ready and able to take care of her needs also helped a lot. Perhaps those newfound attractive features were even more apparent after what Tony might've given her.

Tony stirred slightly and rolled over onto his stomach, mumbling something in his sleep. He was definitely still tired. She smiled fondly and leaned down to kiss his cheek lightly, before climbing out of bed to go take a shower.

When she came back, she was greeted with Tony sitting at the foot of the bed, naked and erect. She bit her lip and moved toward him, running a hand through his hair.

"Morning," she whispered softly, kissing his forehead gently.

He grinned and kissed her back. "Good morning."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "How did you sleep?"

He chuckled and ran his hands down her sides. "Like a baby."

"Me too," she said, leaning in to press her lips against his.

What followed became a part of Louise's routine the next few days. She'd wake up, get a shower, get fucked, and then go for a second shower while Tony chose something provocative for her to wear.

Louise thought it would be awkward in the beginning, but it was just fun and naughty.

And Tony didn't really bother her much when they didn't have sex. He either was out with his friends or was at home eating her food, letting her take care of him. On Wednesday he even got a fertility test, which they both awaited the results of.

The house took a turn for the worse, however. Sure, there were portions of time when they didn't fuck like wild teenagers, but Louise spent that time exhausted. Mentally and physically. She took baths, did yoga, put on lotions, and had a whole routine down to ease the strain on her body. Tony didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he encouraged it. He'd come home from school and find her on the couch, relaxing after a long day. Sometimes he would just sit down beside her and watch TV. Other times he would climb between her legs and go down on her until she begged for his cock.

It was a strange relationship they had, but neither seemed to mind. Louise wanted to rekindle things with John, to reconcile, contemplate, and whatnot, but Tony didn't give her much room to dwell on anything outside of her desire for him. When they were in the bedroom together, she felt like a young woman again. A beautiful, sexy creature with her needs being taken care of. When she was alone, she thought of John and felt awful. Tony was slowly erasing her husband, as one week was to become two.

Louise wondered what on earth his parents were thinking, what excuse he had bestowed upon them, but didn't find herself caring much. What did scare her, though, was how teasingly Tony wanted her to dress, even to work. Tight clothing, revealing cleavages, see-through and easy-to-remove blouses and shirts, showing off her nipples, tight pencil skirts hugging her hips, barely covering the swell of her ass.

He even wanted to go further, such as lacy lingerie that would outline her breasts and ass perfectly, and he wanted her to wear it under her regular clothing, even when she went grocery shopping. The problem was that one could sometimes see the straps from the short skirt, or through the tightness of her clothes, and from the deep cleavages she sported. The next issue was, was how Louise got really turned on every time someone looked at her with lechery. And it was all Tony's doing. He would of course provide the needed pleasure from Louise being tense all day.

They even did it at school. They were getting more and more reckless. Blowjobs in the bathrooms, fucking between the classes. Tony would even grope Louise's ass out in the open. Louise was terrified of anyone catching her, but the fear was just making it all more exhilarating and pleasurable. The orgasms were all so damn good. So were the looks she would receive from men and boys when Tony would be toying with her body openly and shamelessly.

She had been apprehensive at first, scared to lose her job, scared people would discover who she was, that she would lose their respect and admiration. She couldn't help herself, though. Every time Tony would come to visit her class, to see her, all her senses would turn up. She got wet and felt horny and didn't know how to handle the intense need, the desire, and lust he instilled within her.

"How was your class today?" she would ask Tony, voice faint, shaky, and weak, when her students had vacated her classroom and her desk was clear of the papers.

Tony would ignore her question, either by saying something crude or by simply grabbing her. Even with a few lingering students in the classroom would he start to maul her ass cheeks. Louise had begun wearing thong panties and skirts so there was a minimal barrier in the way and she'd instantly become wet with anticipation.

"So nice," he would grunt into her ear, leaning over her to nip at her earlobe.

Her breathing would become heavy, labored, and loud, and by the time the last student had exited, no doubt catching some of the action, Tony's fingers were digging into her needy pussy, pushing her panties to the side.

"Tony," she'd moan, clutching his strong bicep and sucking in air sharply through clenched teeth as his finger curled against her swollen G-spot.

He'd pull his digits free of her body, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean while meeting her eyes.

"Just us now."

They never were very gentle. They couldn't be, there wasn't time. So the desk was the place where everything was rough, swift, and hard.

Tony would even molest her in the hallways. Luckily, it never went beyond that, but within a few days she wasn't even trying to deny him access anymore, it was like she welcomed his bold and daring groping. Tony's hand slid down the middle of her spine to rest firmly on her ass while they stood there discussing the finer points of a problem and he was pretending to have trouble. His palm smoothed down one cheek, squeezing firmly before moving to do the same on the other. When the conversation was over, he quickly slapped her on the rear twice, grabbed his backpack and headed down the hallway toward a locker.

Later that same week, during the lunch break, she was strolling down a corridor on her way to the office, talking on the phone with the mother of a student, explaining his troublesome performance. As usual, there were a lot of students hanging about during their own lunch hour, so they could visit with teachers, read books and generally slack off.

When Tony saw her, he immediately went over to give her ass a good slap on the way, which earned him a dirty grin from Louise and some hollering from his friends. She was supposed to scold him, but by now Louise was so used to his antics that she didn't seem fazed by him openly slapping her ass and her not having any reaction to it other than to have a faint smile playing on her lips. And that grin got Tony even more praise from his peers.

That evening, Tony treated Louise to hours of lovemaking. He was insatiable. He fucked her like a man possessed. Like he couldn't get enough of her body. Like he needed her to feel whole. She had never felt so desirable in her entire life. It was intoxicating. She loved it.

Not every day, but most of them, Tony would make sure to unload on Louise's food. Mostly her lunch. If it was to set as a reminder, if it was just to be nasty, whatever reason there was, Louise was forced to eat her cum-laden food in front of the whole school staff, sometimes, most times, in more and more revealing clothing.

Louise had started to feel numb to the embarrassment of what would otherwise be a mortifying situation for most people, including herself, because all it seemed to do to her was get her excited and tense.

And by Thursday, Colby was back. He visited Louise's home after school, and they took turns fucking her in every room and every position for hours. And to add to the intensity, while she was riding Colby and he was slobbering on her tits, Tony introduced her to something entirely different. He came up behind her, mid-riding, and started to push himself into her ass.

"Fuck yes!" Colby grunted as Louise's pussy tightened around him. "Shit, I can feel it! That's amazing!"

"Fuck, this feels great," Tony said, pushing deep inside of her tight ass. "I've wanted to try double penetration with you since I first saw your sexy, fit ass."

Meanwhile, Louise whimpered and moaned as she was sandwiched between her two young lovers. She felt like she was going to explode. Her body was on fire. Her mind was racing. She couldn't believe how intense it felt to have both Tony and Colby filling her holes at the same time.

"Oh god... Oh fuck... This is so good... You're both so big... I can't take it... It's too much..." she mumbled.

Colby laughed in her face. "Don't worry, Mrs. Banks. We'll make sure you can take it. We'll go nice and slow. We don't want to hurt you."

Tony grinned as he pushed further inside of her. "Yeah, we're gonna fill you up nice and good."

They were both moving slowly now, taking turns thrusting into her tight holes. The sensation was incredible. The pressure and friction on her insides was making her feel like she was going to pass out. She felt so full and so stretched. It was almost too much to endure. But at the same time, it was incredibly satisfying. She had never felt such a deep feeling before. It was like they were filling her soul as well as her body with their hard, throbbing cocks.

Colby moaned loudly as he thrust up into Louise. "Shit, I'm gonna cum already..."

"Me too," Tony grunted as he pushed himself deeper into her ass.

She could barely speak through her own moaning, but managed to cry, "yes... fill me up... both of you! Give it to me!"

Colby moaned and came hard, pumping his load deep inside of her pussy. Tony followed suit, shooting his hot cum inside her tight ass.

She felt both their cocks throbbing and pulsating, pumping their thick seed deep into her body. It felt so good. She felt so full and so satisfied. It wasn't the longest tryst, especially based on Tony's standards, but it was enough for her to collapse atop Colby, sweating and panting as Louise smiled weakly, completely drained.

When Tony and Colby finally pulled their softening cocks from her and walked away, she crawled toward the wall, feeling limp and useless. Tony just chuckled and said, "it's all right, Louise. Looks like we've found another use for you."

When they had recovered and Colby had gone, Tony made Louise clean his still-soiled cock, with her sitting there leaning against the wall in her kitchen while Tony leaned his head back, sipping a drink as he slowly bucked his hips, lazily shoving his semen-coated meat past Louise's swollen red lips.

The constant, mind-numbing sex and abuse would have been difficult for anyone to adjust to, but the situation was different for Louise, however. Even after getting fucked by Tony and Colby, both Louise and her larger-than-life lover were insatiable. Perhaps Tony had trained her well, or the other way around, either way, the heated exchanges seemed to increase in fervor and intensity.

But consequences come whether you want it or not. On the second weekend since Tony moved in, something was entirely off.

Louise woke up with a pounding headache and a queasy stomach. The nausea passed as soon as she rolled out of bed, but the headache lingered as she stood under the hot shower. By the time she was drying off, it had subsided somewhat. She was glad to see she still had a few minutes to spare before the alarm went off, so she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then made herself a cup of coffee. Her eyes lingered on her nightstand as she gulped down the bitter beverage, a pang of fear washing over her as her gaze lingered on her calendar.

"Oh god, no," she exclaimed. If she was late, everything would go to hell, and Louise dreaded the aftermath. She knew that there was a very high risk and possibility that Tony's fertile swimmers would find her egg and reproduce. No protection had been used the entire time they had sex and so, Louise would most certainly become pregnant. The fear made her freeze. Her heartbeat raced and her breathing accelerated as she sat there, lost in her own panic. It wouldn't be the end of the world, and a tiny spark of warmth ignited at the mere prospect. The problem was that Louise wasn't sure how John would handle the revelation.

The thought of Tony having conquered her truly, him winning and succeeding where John had failed and lost, terrified her. A part of her thrilled at the thought of his powerful virility defeating John's seed, but then again, had she even given John a fair chance? He had barely slept with Louise for the last month or so.

Louise had betrayed John by letting Tony have the lion's share of her attention and intimacy. Tony was the one she called, the one she dreamt about. And now she was betraying John once again, having let Tony have his way with her unprotected, and most certainly seeding her womb. If she was pregnant, John would certainly react badly, right?  He had been so adamant about being careful, and now his worst fears would be proven true. She was filled with self-loathing for acting so stupidly and carelessly and she got more and more agitated by the second.

'This isn't like you', she thought to herself, desperate to calm down. It never was like her, but Tony had this imposing way of making her unable to think clearly. And his youthful and primal virility left her craving more, despite the soreness in her body. He wasn't handsome, far from it, and quite obese yet his giant shaft and endless stamina won Louise's mind and body, without remorse, without shame.

But still, being pregnant and ruining her chances to start a family with John was devastating.

Hoping and praying that Tony hadn't knocked her up, that this was some fluke, Louise hurried into the bedroom where the giant mass of Tony was sleeping.

"Tony," she urged.

"Hmm, what is it?" he mumbled sleepily.

"I think I need a pregnancy test."

The look on his face changed immediately and he sat up quickly, the drowsy sleepiness fading into alertness.

"Are you late?" he demanded.

Louise nodded and Tony grinned smugly. "Well, that's no surprise."

She blinked stupidly. "Really? You're just... fine with that?"

His grin widened. "Are you kidding? You're mine, and a baby would only prove that. Of course I'd be fucking thrilled."

"Yeah, but I..." she paused.

Tony grabbed Louise and pulled her down, pinning her under him. Then he slid his big hands up her thighs, forcing them apart.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, young man?" Louise tried, although weakly, a mewling sound coming from her instead.

"I'm about to celebrate, Louise. I don't hear any objections."

"Oh shit. Well, just a little quickie," Louise begged, pulling Tony's boxers down, allowing his rigid tool to escape, and impale her wet pussy. She didn't have to say please or beg him anymore, and her body gave her away too, when his engorged shaft stretched her pink lips, her hips bucking almost desperately.

He grunted with pleasure and started pounding harder and harder, making her pussy sing as he fucked her to climax, releasing his own sticky reward inside her depths, bathing her cervix again, the globs and splotches filling her and depositing into her womb, inseminating her anew, reinforcing his mark on her.

After, Tony didn't pull out. Instead, he kept her full for a little bit, his deflating shaft stretching her inner muscles and his warm cum leaking out as a result of him sliding in and out slowly.

"God, Louise," he uttered with a smile. "This could be really serious, couldn't it? To think I knocked up the hot PE teacher. That's, like, everyone's dream, right?" he chuckled.

"Shut up," Louise sighed, wincing a bit when he slowly began thrusting in and out of her tight hole again. "Oh, gahd," she breathed, gasping in excitement, moving along, welcoming the big dick and his generous amount of spunk swirling in her belly.

"There we go, that's my girl," he grinned triumphantly.

And her eyes went wide when he hit a particularly good angle and made stars explode in front of her vision, his bulbous and round tip swabbing and pressing against her cervix, triggering it to contract. The flood of spunk flowed in as her tightness clasped his meaty hose, making Tony howl like a fucking beast and cum again.

*

Sleeping alone really sucked. It wasn't something I enjoyed, and I kept tossing and turning. Who am I kidding? I had slept mostly alone for a long while Louise was camping, then when she was at the motel for a few days with Tony. And now I was again alone, but this time sleeping in some strange apartment I found on Airbnb in an old apartment building downtown. I missed the peace and quiet of the suburbs, the neighborhood kids laughing and playing, the birds tweeting early in the mornings.

Instead, the sounds of the busy traffic filled my ears. In the few days I had stayed here, the noises never stopped. It was exhausting, but a nice distraction, allowing me not to focus too much on Louise.

It was still fucking torture, though. Knowing she had let Tony do the one thing I didn't want, to let him finish inside her despite the possible consequences. Louise didn't want that outcome either, but had instead let her desire override common sense.

I felt bad for her. I knew how hard she was trying to quit our hotwife-cuckold lifestyle, then had me more or less pushing her back into it. She had said she wanted to go all out, but I never expected that it would come this far. I guess I was naive, that I didn't realize how intense the situation really was. That perhaps I didn't really see the whole picture.

I just hoped that nothing would come from Tony unloading large amounts of potent young sperm into my wife's fertile pussy.

But then the days went by. Louise didn't call or text me at all. That is, she sent me one message on Monday which I later replied to, but since then it had been pretty radio silent between us. I tried not to think about what that meant. Tried not to think about Louise and Tony spending all day, fucking like rabbits. That he was doing everything I couldn't anymore. That Louise was giving herself to him so freely and openly, without shame.

I couldn't help but feel like she had abandoned me and that made my head hurt. Perhaps she was giving me space, but I guess I had sort of expected Louise to fight a little more. Instead, nothing. Or perhaps she had done like me, entered a stage of depression where you couldn't find the motivation to do anything at all. Maybe she was just as torn and lost as me.

The only thing that helped distract me from my worries was work. It was hectic and busy, and I worked overtime almost every day. And when I got home, I fell asleep, drained and exhausted, but without thinking much about Louise or Tony having fun without me. My boss was very understanding, Mr. Lewis, having gone through some marital problems himself, and insisted on me taking a vacation. Perhaps relaxation would be the wise way to go, but my current resident didn't even feel like home. It felt lonely, cold, and sterile. So I didn't want to stay there more than necessary and instead opted to bury myself in work.

That it was spring didn't seem to have an effect on me either. The brighter days always seemed to give me a rise, an appreciation of life in general, but this year, I barely noticed. I didn't notice the birds or the blossoms, or the flowers blooming in the park. It was like a dark veil had been placed over me, making everything dull and gray.

Then the first weekend arrived. I had no idea what to do, so I just sat in my couch, staring at the wall. I half a minute considered going back home, but that wasn't an option. Why did it hurt me so much? Louise sleeping with Tony was a thrill, something I wanted. But the fact that she had let that one thing happen, and more than once, and encouraged it, was unforgivable, I guess. And the fact that it was now almost a full week since Louise had reached out to me made me even more despondent.

Then my phone started buzzing.

"Hello?"

"Hey John. How are you?" came from the other end. But it wasn't in English, but in French. It was Emily.

"I'm... fine. What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out."

"I don't know, Emily," I sighed. However, it was odd how satisfying it was to hear a feminine voice talking kindly to me, other than handing over a task at work. "I'm not really in the mood to go out or anything. Louise and I are... going through a... thing."

"I know," Emily said at the other end. "Or, I figured. They... they've been quite liberal at school. But I don't want to talk about this, not on the phone. I want to see you. I mean, I'm here alone with my host family, and I hate that you are all alone. I saw that your car was gone for several days."

"You've stopped by our house?" I asked, surprised.

"Believe it or not, but yes. I missed hanging out with you guys, especially you. You're my friend and I don't like seeing you miserable."

"I don't know if I'll be good company," I muttered, staring at the wall again.

"Send me the address," Emily said, more commanding this time.

"Emily-"

"No, you don't get to say no. I want to see you, and we are going to hang out," she said, and then she hung up.

It wasn't until I had given her the address that I realized how nice it would be to see a friend. I needed someone to talk to, to distract me from Louise and Tony. Emily probably had ulterior motives, but right now, I didn't care.

And so she showed up, looking gorgeous as ever. She wore a cute, blue dress that hugged her body perfectly and gave her a very appealing, yet classy look. It wasn't summer yet, but Emily with her bright eyes and broad smile was like the sun herself, brightening the room and lifting my spirits immediately.

"Come here," she said, hugging me tightly.

I returned the hug and felt a wave of relief wash over me. Emily was warm and soft and smelled so good. It felt comforting to be able to hold her like this.

"God, I've missed you," she breathed, leaning in and kissing my cheek.

"I've missed you too," I replied, pulling back and smiling at her. "I have to admit, it's quite good to see you too."

She grinned. "I know. Now, what do you say we go out and do something fun?"

I shrugged. "Sure. Why not. It beats sitting here doing nothing."

So we left the apartment, heading for the nearby park. I was glad I didn't have to explain anything, as Emily knew pretty much everything already. There was no need to go into details, or even say anything. It was comfortable, pleasant, and relaxing. Emily was good company, making me laugh with her stories and jokes, making me feel at ease.

We then had a nice dinner at a restaurant. It felt good to be around someone who cared about me. The goofy old me started to come out, instead of this tired depressed version of me. Mostly we talked about her stay in America, how it had been fun but she couldn't wait to get back to France in a few weeks. It didn't feel nice that she was leaving after the exchange program, but at least I got to spend time with her now.

"You know, John," Emily said after the meal was finished and we were heading out of the restaurant. "You can just come visit me in France." She no doubt caught my reaction when she talked of going home. "The summer is fantastic in France, and I know of plenty of beaches with topless women. I'm sure that will get your spirits up."

"Will you be topless?" I asked, feeling both eager to see her without a top again, but also a bit worried that many others would ogle her.

"Absolutely," she giggled. "It's pretty common. And I might even introduce you to some of my friends. They are really cute and hot, and very open-minded."

I felt myself blushing at the thought, and I was pretty sure Emily saw it too, as she started laughing.

"Why do you have to tease me like this?" I asked, shaking my head. "It's not fair."

She shrugged. "I don't know. It's fun to tease you, and I'm sure you could use a little fun."

"It's a nice offer," I said, giving her shoulder a playful nudge. "And I'll keep it in mind."

We walked together in silence for a while, enjoying the cool evening breeze and the sound of traffic. I never appreciated the sound of cars rolling by, but now it worked as ambiance music.

By the time we got to the apartment again, I felt I didn't want the evening to go alone. More than anything that I had been missing, I missed company. From being abandoned to getting excluded, to now having Emily keeping me entertained, I didn't want to return to isolation.

"You know what?" she said as we entered my temporary home. "I think I'm going to stay here tonight."

My heart jumped in my chest and I turned to look at her. She smiled at me and nodded.

"That is, if you don't mind."

I shook my head. "No, of course not. I'd love it."

She grinned. "Good. Because there's something I need you to do for me."

"What's that?" I asked, a little bit worried.

Emily laughed and reached out to take my hand in hers. "Relax. You look so tense. I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. That's all. I don't want you to think about Louise, or Tony, or anything else. Just focus on me, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

Emily smiled and pulled me down onto the couch beside her.

"I will address the elephant in the room. We don't have to do anything, or we can do everything. I'm just here to make sure you have a nice little distraction next to you. So we can watch TV, be boring, and it will not disappoint me, because you are here with me."

I was at a loss for words. No girl had ever made me feel like this before. Not even Louise. It was such a simple gesture, yet it meant so much. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. It was happening before I had time to react. Starved on kind attention, I instinctively grabbed hold of her and hugged her. I felt her arms wrap around me in return and we just sat there holding each other. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of having her close.

"Thanks, Emily," I said, pulling back.

"For what?" she asked softly. She laughed lightly at her own question.

"For being here."

She smiled and ran her hand through my hair, lightly tugging at it. It was kind of playful, but I knew there was nothing childish about it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the way she looked at me. It was almost predatory and eager.

"There is a reason why I am here. This is what I had planned the entire time," she admitted. "Since I met you for the first time, I've thought about having you."

I felt my heart begin to race at her admission.

She continued.

"And I mean having you in every sense. Not just sex, because it's not just sex I want. And it's not just sex that I can give, as you well know," Emily grinned.

Her French accent, her silky voice, and those eyes gazing at me. All that pent-up desire and need, those hormones flowing through her, not only working to arouse her but making her sexually aggressive and insatiable. The challenge was obvious.

She kept my head with her smooth, dainty hand and gently guided my face to the level of hers, her lips slowly covering mine. "Because I want it all. Everything. Every possible scenario. Every possible fantasy. For years to come, even. A part of me wants you just to take me and use me, but most importantly, I want the intimacy and connection."

Emily leaned close and whispered huskily, "Do you believe that it might happen?"

A lump appeared in my throat, making it difficult for me to respond. I was surprised by the bluntness of the invitation. I couldn't help but stare at her. How could she be this forward and straight with what she wanted? It wasn't in any slutty way, but a confident way where she knew what she wanted, and wasn't shy about it. And at the same time, there was a heat behind her eyes that seemed genuine, and that sent a rush of excitement through me.

"But tonight, I won't force myself upon you. That would be too easy," she teased. "Just sit and relax."

My throat felt tight, making it hard to swallow, so I remained silent as her hand trailed over my arm and her lips continued to tease my own. When Emily pressed her mouth against mine, the kiss was light at first, but quickly deepened as I relaxed into it. I let out a sigh of contentment at how good it felt to kiss her. Emily let out her own satisfied moan in return and pushed me down on the sofa, pressing herself against my body and kissing me hungrily. I responded in kind by sliding my tongue between her parted lips and exploring the sweet wet cavern of her mouth. I could feel her heat radiating off her through the thin fabric of her dress.

As our tongues danced together, I slid a hand up to caress her thigh beneath the hem of her skirt, slipping it higher and higher until my fingertips touched bare skin above the lace of her stocking. I was rewarded with a shiver of pleasure from Emily who broke the kiss to moan aloud.

"You are beautiful, Emily," I whispered against the warmth of her lips, nipping playfully at them.

"I want you," she sighed, running her fingers up my arm and through my short, messy, brown hair. Her nails trailed through the strands sending sparks of pleasure down my spine. "Oh God, how I want you."

"I'm not sure if..."

Emily silenced me with another kiss. I melted into it, tasting her sweetness, savoring the moment. Then she lifted her leg and swung it around, straddling me. She rocked her hips slowly, grinding against my erection as she moved.

"I'm so horny," Emily said. "But I won't do anything unless you want it. I want you to take what you want, whatever it is," she urged. "Do anything you want with me, please. I'm soaking wet for you already."

My erection grew even harder beneath my jeans, rubbing deliciously against her crotch, making her gasp.

"I will just keep kissing your handsome face until I've drained all your worries and stress," Emily said with a sigh. "I know the past has been hard, but that will no longer be a concern for you."

"You're... serious?" I croaked.

"I wouldn't tease or joke about this," she murmured. She moved to press a tender, gentle peck to my forehead, trailing down toward my ear. "Intimacy with is something I will never tease about."

"So, uh," I cleared my throat. "You are actually just saying-"

"John," she purred, leaning in for another kiss. "Do whatever you want with me. I will accept."

"Oh God," I groaned when she started dry humping me. "I think you are going to drive me crazy."

Emily grinned sheepishly and leaned in closer, kissing the sensitive flesh behind my ear. "That is the idea."

I just laughed. "You are one amazing little tease."

"Is that so bad?" she laughed in reply.

I shook my head, enjoying Emily's proximity and the sweet sensation of her soft body on mine.

"Well, I won't ever try and coerce you into doing things you're uncomfortable with, so long as there is trust, affection, and honesty. Especially since these are sensitive topics for you," Emily continued. "But don't think of this as me trying to trick you into anything either."

Her gaze intensified as she took hold of my hands and pushed them upward to her ribcage. It made me suck in my breath. My eyes went wide and she watched closely to observe my reaction, then lifted her dress, exposing her tight stomach and body.

My fingers began to wander further north, creeping over her side and slipping into her navel. Emily gasped, moaning softly and tilting her hips forward to give me better access. Her eyelids fluttered and closed and she rested her forehead against mine, her lips hovering just an inch away. To see her react to my attention like this turned me on. Emily seemed very eager for my touch, but I guess I still was a bit tentative.

Emily didn't push any further, however, content with the current playing field. If anything else beyond this steamy make-out session would be a product of my own initiative and lust.

Emily must have sensed my hesitation as she climbed off and removed the blue dress, tossing it aside. I swallowed thickly at the sight of her standing there wearing nothing but her white panties and her matching socks. I took in every detail and noticed how smooth her skin looked, and how defined her figure was. She wasn't particularly slim, not overly fit, but her legs were strong and full, and her ass and thighs perfectly sculpted. My cock twitched hard as it strained painfully against my zipper.

Starved of a woman's touch, and in such a long while, the surge of need was very overwhelming, and even a tad terrifying. Emily was drop dead gorgeous, her stunning smile infectious. The French girl stood there, licking her glossy lips, looking incredibly inviting.

I reached out and tugged at her wrist to bring her back down to the sofa with me. My other hand wandered further up, between her soft breasts.

Emily giggled playfully as she leaned forward, resting her forearms on my shoulders, and pushing herself closer so her chest was pushed into my face. I gasped slightly when she wiggled her chest from side to side, pushing my nose into her breasts. The scent was intoxicating; clean, feminine, and faintly spicy. It was a heady perfume and it went straight to my cock.

"Pardon, John," she said coyly. "But did that tickle? Or are you just happy to see me?"

"Very happy," I groaned, running a hand along the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to her damp panties. I found her wet slit and stroked the cotton covering it.

She didn't pull back nor make any form of protest. Instead, Emily let out a small moan and closed her eyes. I kissed her belly while my hand softly caressed her sweet, slick opening, pushing her panties aside, exposing her. Then my fingers brushed along her velvety folds, and found their way deep inside.

"Do you really want it, John?" she whimpered, rolling her hips in small circles, working herself against my fingers. "Do you want to take this any further?"

"Oh yes, Emily," I replied huskily, sinking my fingers further into her wet channel. "Oh, I want you... God, yes!"

Emily closed her eyes again and arched her back. She whimpered as I stimulated her G-spot. Her pussy clenched my fingers tightly, forcing me deeper inside.

"Unghhhh," she cried quietly, letting out another deep groan. Her voice broke into a shuddering moan when my thumb began to stroke her sensitive clit.

"Fuck," she growled when I did so. "Yes... like that... just like that... so good... so... good!"

She tensed suddenly, arching her spine. Then, with a yelp and a whimper, she bucked against my hand, sending her pussy into spasms. The inner muscles clamping down on my fingers squeezed tight and she came hard. It took everything I had not to pull her body close and throw her on the floor so I could fuck her senseless. Instead, I stroked her slowly until her breathing had calmed and she was once again standing still, her forearms still resting on my shoulders.

She smiled happily and giggled. "Bonjour, my handsome man." She leaned in for a long, slow, hot kiss. "It would seem that the host has succeeded in wooing the guest," she added, biting her lip.

My head was spinning. My cock throbbed with need. All I knew was that I needed more of Emily. Witnessing this sexy girl, who was pretty clear of what she on her part wanted, cum on my fingers was more than a sufficient trigger, more than a sufficient 'request'. She was ripe and ready, and I had my fingers in her sopping wet pussy, feeling her channel squeeze the digits rhythmically.

Looking up at her, I grabbed each of her thighs, this time with more conviction. I looked up at her for any sign that I was messing things up, but I was met with the look of an Emily in pure heat and lust, almost begging for me to unleash myself.

I started pushing her down toward the couch.

"Ooooh, what are we gonna do here?" she asked eagerly.

I smirked up at her and shrugged. "Wait and see. No teasings, promise."

"That's too bad," she pouted, smiling with a wryness.

Then I pushed her down onto her back. As I pulled myself back up over her, I slid my hand up her legs and caught her by the knees, spreading them a bit wider. She gave me a devious little smile before nodding at my bulging pants still containing my steel-hard, and impatient cock.

"Now, this looks like a mighty good toy," Emily commented, licking her lips. "But it can't do much work under there."

"You're right," I agreed and stood to remove my belt and undo the buttons. My fingers fumbled with the last of them, but Emily reached up to help out, her delicate hands brushing mine away as she deftly freed my cock from its restraints.

The moment my trousers and boxers fell to the floor, my hard cock sprung free, standing to attention. Emily grinned widely when it bounced against her wet panties. She lifted her hips and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down over her smooth legs. When they were off, she threw them aside and spread her legs wider, inviting me in.

"Come and take what you want, John," she said softly.

I didn't hesitate. Without thinking, I lined up the tip of my cock to the soft lips of her pussy and slowly pushed inside, sinking deep within her slippery channel. She was very tight and tightening when I thrust into her, forcing me to stop after only two inches.

"Fuck," Emily muttered, squeezing her eyes shut. "John... I want you so bad."

I held myself there for several seconds, taking deep breaths as I enjoyed the feeling of her warm, wet inner walls surrounding my shaft.

"So big..." she mumbled, eyes rolling into the back of her head. "And so fucking hard."

"We can stop anytime," I said through gritted teeth.

Emily shook her head vigorously. "No way, cowboy. I want to feel every inch of that fat cock buried deep inside."

"Whatever the lady says," I grunted.

I gripped Emily by the hips and began pumping myself back and forth, pushing further and further with each stroke. Her tight hole yielded more and more until her slippery tunnel was clinging to my shaft as it plunged deeper and deeper. Emily wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. She kissed me passionately, moaning softly into my mouth. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin as she moved and shifted below me. My hands ran up and down her torso, touching and feeling the warmth emanating off her skin as we fucked.

Eventually, I settled into a steady rhythm, keeping my movements steady and measured, thrusting deeply and powerfully into her wet slit, causing a nice, little sloshing sound every time our bodies connected.

She bucked against me wildly. "Yes... yesss... Faster... oh yes, like that, you wonderful stud... give me all you can give! Ungh, like that, just like that... Mmnn, yes!"

I lost control, hammering away like madman, battering her sweet pussy mercilessly until she came screaming my name. Her orgasm hit her hard, causing her whole body to shake violently. Her juices gushed from her pussy, coating my dick, balls, and groin area. Seeing that I was able to make her orgasm so hard filled me with a sense of pride that I had never experienced before. I was making someone else feel this kind of intense pleasure, and knowing I had such a powerful effect on this incredible girl made my ego swell and it spurred me on. It made me smile uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck," Emily panted. "That was so fucking good. I bet you can still last longer, can't you? Fuck me all night, please," she urged. "Don't stop!"

"As the lady wishes," I grunted, pinning her down and pumping away, over and over.

But starved as I was, deprived as I was, I was already nearing a climax. It felt so good, her warmth wrapped around me. Emily was moaning constantly now.

"Yes," she murmured over and over. "Yes."

"You're so... beautiful," I grunted between labored breaths, grabbing her, leg, pushing it up and diving even deeper. "Oh, Jesus Christ..." I groaned, barely keeping my load contained.

"John, don't stop," she breathed in desperation. "Unnnhh, yes! Right... ungh... there!"

"I'm close," I grunted. "Holy shit. I'm so close, Emily."

"Good," she purred. "Because I'm going to cum... right... fucking... now! Oh fuck! Fuckkkkkkk!"

Emily bucked her hips wildly. Her pussy clenched down on my cock hard, holding it prisoner inside of her, not willing to let it escape. Her inner muscles clamped and relaxed rhythmically as she rode her orgasm through to the end. I couldn't take it anymore and exploded deep within her pussy, shooting jets of hot, sticky cum into the deepest parts of her. Emily writhed in bliss as her orgasm finally subsided.

When she stopped twitching beneath me, I rolled off her onto my back, breathing heavily. We stayed like that for a few minutes, catching our breath and basking in the post-orgasm glow. I turned my head and stared at her as she lay there panting, her tits rising and falling rapidly with every labored breath. Emily rolled over and grinned at me wickedly.

"That was the best," she moaned. She leaned close and kissed my lips softly. Then, in a husky tone, she whispered into my ear, "I can be yours anytime you want, stud."

I just nodded silently. "So this... means you and me...?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "You think about that. For now, I'm yours, and that's the important part, okay? All yours. Whatever it is you wish for."

"For some strange reason, that makes me both excited, and also nervous," I sighed.

Emily shrugged again, giving me a mischievous grin. Then it sort of set on me. My wife was still my wife, but now I had another woman for the taking. Emily was not Louise, but she was there, offering herself to me. And she wasn't someone who I could just walk away from either, not without being completely selfish. Emily deserved better than that. And even though I still had lingering feelings for Louise, I knew I had to give Emily a chance, or else risk losing her altogether. I mean, was I being foolish? I had slept with Emily a few times, but I didn't really know here. But I wanted to.

I think I had those lingering feelings of love for Louise still, yes, but it was slowly dawning on me that perhaps I had lost her some time ago, that this last week had been a fish cramps where we were both too cowardly to admit we were over. And I didn't want to be one of those guys who cheated on their wife, no matter how messed up the relationship was. That was just wrong, and I had too much pride for that. Even if that made no sense, as I had willingly let Louise sleep with Tony and now was reaping the 'rewards' of that.

"Was it better than with Tony?" I blurted out before I knew it.

Emily gave me a small smile. "Tony is amazing, huge, and a wonderful lover, and I'll never say a bad word about him in the sack, but you are my number one choice, John. I can say no to him. To anyone, if it that means you."

It was strange how I felt relieved at that.

"Well, you're my number one as well," I said, smiling at her.

She gave me another soft kiss. "I'll hold you to that, darling."

*

Emily spent the night, sleeping by my side. The following morning, we made breakfast together and then she had to leave for school. The same school my wife was working at. I wondered how she was doing. Did she think of me? Was she worried? Had Tony many attempts at her? I knew one thing, if Tony had indeed made a move and Louise had let it be successful, that would tell me everything I needed to know.

But it was too early to go back. Not only because Louise doing something so incredibly reckless and against my wishes after I had complying left and right, but also due to the slow numbing fact that I knew where this might be heading. I had to tell her, of course, but I didn't know if I was ready yet.

After work, and after school I guess, Emily asked if she could come over and hang out. I accepted. We didn't actually have sex this time around. I think she was trying to prove herself as more than just a feisty teenager with a shoulder for me to seek comfort on. She didn't even stay the night. She wanted to, but when I didn't invite her to, she left. I regretted that the whole night. 

Having her in my bed reminded me of what it meant to have someone sleeping next to me. I felt safe and comfortable with Emily there, and when I woke up the following morning, I felt lonely again. So the next few days, she would sleep over time and time again. Sometimes she wouldn't, but we settled into a decent frequency where I yearned for her when she wasn't there and absolutely satiated my appetite when she was.

I had never realized how tentative I was in bed until Emily. She would take the initiative, but I was slowly coming around to doing it myself too. Sometimes I would just lay a hand on her thigh and she'd smile at me, no objections in sight. Then it was straight to bed and I would just go with the flow. I loved Emily's body, I realized, and perhaps I was starting to have those same emotions towards her as well. Perhaps it was premature, perhaps I was being silly, but she did brighten my days when I had been far down, and I guess it is impossible to not catch any sort of feelings in such a situation.

On the following weekend, she would stay with me throughout. We'd sleep late and wake up horny, then fuck each other into a sweaty mess, or make slow, passionate love. It was perfect. She was perfect. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have found her. Her offer to let me stay with her in France over the summer was ever more tempting. I just needed to figure out what I wanted in life first.

Louise was still my wife, and it was a bed I had made myself, one I wasn't quite ready to abandon yet despite what she had done. I had driven her into Tony's arms by letting her explore. She didn't want to cheat on me, she wanted to remain faithful, but I had pressured her into an open marriage, into having a lover. I guess it was inevitable that she would eventually fall for the man she had given so much to. And that was something I had to accept. It still hurt, and it still made me angry. It wasn't something I liked admitting to myself, that I had played with fire and got scorched, but perhaps that was the way of it.

But for the good years we had, Louise deserved the truth. Why we had landed on this field, how we got here, and finally, what it meant for us.

I knew she must have missed me too. On the one hand, I was feeling a bit bad. I knew in my heart that the Louise I knew was probably at home trying to work on herself, to find meaning again. That she wasn't out partying or anything, just alone, trying to figure things out. And even if I had given up hope on our marriage, I didn't want her to feel like she had failed. Perhaps it was a selfish thing to think, but I felt that our marriage hadn't failed, not entirely. Just some things that had been broken could not be fixed. But even then, that didn't mean we couldn't continue to be friends. To help each other. To be there for each other.

It was time. I had to go home. It was time to have that final talk.

*

When I got home, the house was silent. I walked around a bit, hesitating to go inside. It felt like walking into a tomb, a cold and quiet place where no happiness could reside. The yard was unkept, which sucked a bit as I had one of the best lawns on the block before. But now it was overgrown, the grass looking a bit sickly.

I entered through the back door, but the door didn't give way. It was blocked by something. I peeked through the window, and saw that there was a box blocking the way. Upon closer inspection, the kitchen in general was a mess. There were dishes on the counter, dirty clothes on the floor, and everything looked unkept and neglected. The kitchen table was covered in junk; papers, bills, magazines, books, and the like.

Louise was always particular about the tidiness of our house. She always did the laundry and kept the kitchen clean and neat, and always with a list of chores that I could do, so seeing it like this was a shock. My heart sank as I realized how much I had neglected her. I had been so caught up in my own emotions, I forgot about her. While I had been sleeping and having a grand ol' time with a feisty French teen, Louise had been struggling with being left alone and abandoned, and perhaps even trying to figure out what she wanted in life.

The guilt washed over me like a cold, dark wave. It felt like shit. This was the price I had to pay, I guess. I couldn't escape that. It was an unfortunate consequence of my actions. I just had to hope that Louise would forgive me.

"Louise?" I called out, knocking on the door. "Are you here?"

There was no response. It was dead silent inside.

I sighed heavily and looked down at my feet. There was no way to get in through the back, but I did have a key to the front door.

I circled the house and opened the front door, which was surprisingly unlocked. I entered the house and looked around, and there were signs of life. A jacket hanging on the rack, a pair of shoes in the hallway. Some faint creaks too, metallic. Like a rhythmic noise.

"Louise?" I called out again, walking towards the stairs, heading up. I stopped halfway to listen for any response, but there was none. Then I heard it. Another creak. A steady rhythm. I could hear it more clearly now. A low moan followed, coming from the master bedroom.

Springs squeaking and a low, feminine moan.

I felt my heart sink as I crept toward the bedroom, knowing what I would find, yet still hoping that it wasn't what I thought. I stood in the doorway and listened to the sounds emanating from within. There was no mistaking those sounds. Soft moaning, panting, groans, and creaking bed-springs. They were all too familiar.

My mouth went dry and I swallowed thickly, staring down the bedroom door.

"God, fuck yeah," a male voice grunted loudly.

Then the sound of skin slapping together came from inside. The creaking and springs got more erratic and the grunts became quicker and louder.

"Shit!" the guy exclaimed.

Then it was suddenly silent. A few moans and a gasp, but that was it.I took a deep breath and turned the knob, pushing the door open slowly. My hand trembled as I pushed the door open.

"Fuck, Louise, you're fucking tight," Tony groaned in pure bliss.

"Oh my god, you're... mmmmh...so... ungh...big," she panted, her hands clawing at the bedding as her legs were spread wide apart. Tony was sitting upright between her thighs, lifting her ass with every powerful thrust. His hips pumped, pushing the full length of his thick shaft in and out of Louise's eager slit.

I couldn't speak. All I could do was watch helplessly as Tony's cock slid into my wife's slick pussy, over and over.

"Yes! Oh yes! Tony!" she moaned.

My eyes traveled down the length of Louise's body and fixated on where their bodies connected. Tony's massive tool filled my wife to the brim, stretching her open as it drove home repeatedly.

It was as I feared. That Louise might not want the same things as me. That she no longer cared about me.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Tony!" she cried, her body tensing up as she climaxed on the other man's cock, her body convulsing wildly. "Fucking, Tony! God... yes!"

Hearing her call out Tony's name over and over again made the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach grow stronger and stronger, filling me with a sense of dread. I hated it, but I loved it. But it was telling me everything I needed to know. I was making the right decision. I had thought she was perhaps trying to reconcile herself, but now I knew that wasn't true.

Tony leaned forward, placing both hands on the sides of her head. He hammered her pussy, fucking her wildly. He wasn't gentle either. It was rough and frantic. It looked like he was possessed, almost angry as he drove himself inside her, making her bounce from the impact.

"Ohhh! Harder!" Louise begged.

"I'm getting there, baby," he grunted, his lips parted as he panted and strained. "Your pussy feels so good... Ohh god... So tight and soft... Shit..."

"Mmmm," she moaned, bucking against his cock.

It was then I was snapped out of it, realizing that I was just watching them have sex. I saw Tony pull his cock out of Louise. It looked absurdly thick, almost three times my size. Her pussy gaped as he withdrew it, the lips glistening with arousal. The moment she was freed from him, Louise immediately flipped over and moved down to the bottom of the bed, to kneel before Tony and wrap her lips around his girthy member.

The shock was fading and the anger was increasing. How could she just betray me, right in our marital home, after everything we've been through?

The emotions hit me so suddenly. The sadness, the regret, the despair, the grief. The anger, the bitterness, the betrayal, the loneliness. And there, it was then I truly realized it. I felt like I had lost someone dear to me. It was as if the one part of me that held Louise dearest had broken off and now hung like a lead ball around my neck, bringing me down.

"Oh fuck," Tony chanted, his dick gliding along in her wet and ready mouth, letting out soft grunts with each thrust.

And there I stood. Watching Louise blow another man. A man whom she had fallen in love with while I was away. Who had become the better man than me. Who was better than me. It broke me. All I could think was how he had won her. He had taken her. He had become what I wanted. The idea was horrible. That he had won. Because of my mistakes. Because I had chosen poorly.

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that," he groaned. "Show me that you want it."

"Gawwwd," she breathed as her tongue and lips moved rapidly, slurping up and down his glistening shaft, sucking greedily on the bulbous crown swirling her tongue around the head while pumping his dick with her hand, jerking him off. Louise never wanted to give me a blow job because it was dirty and degrading, yet now, she did it without shame and gladly, with absolute conviction and willingness, acting nothing like herself.

"Shit, you look so hot," Tony growled, holding Louise's head in place as he started humping her mouth, face-fucking her, shoving his cock down her throat. He didn't relent. He kept thrusting harder and harder.

Louise's eyes began to water and she gasped, struggling not to choke or gag, but her struggles only seemed to fuel his hunger, and he kept pounding his hips at her. Eventually, his speed and strength won and Louise was gagging, choking, and coughing as she struggled to keep his hard, hot member lodged in her tight little throat, saliva flowing from her mouth.

"You love sucking on my fat dick, don't you? Don't you, babe?"

"Unngh... Nnnfff... Grggnphhh!" Louise sputtered, saliva spraying everywhere as he plowed her mouth, the slick sounds of her messy blowjob and his erratic grunting and groaning making her look incredibly vulnerable and pitiful. And this man did it without giving her time to recover, no pause to give her a break or take control of the pace again.

Tony laughed at her pathetic whimper before thrusting in again, forcing his dick down her throat, causing the poor, sexy, once faithful and demure wife to choke and retch, gasping for breath as she squirmed. His fingers fisted into her hair, jerking her head up and down like a rag doll as his hips drove into her. Tony's thrusts soon began to take on a violent, brutal rhythm, his cock pounding ruthlessly in and out of her throat, forcing it to stretch obscenely around his thick, slippery pole and letting out squishy, wet slaps as it plunged down Louise's raw and pained esophagus over and over again, and she couldn't fight back. Her struggles did nothing. She didn't have any options. He was fucking her throat mercilessly, spearing in and out savagely, and she didn't have anywhere to retreat.

Tony then yanked Louise off his shaft with a wet, juicy slurp. She sputtered and coughed, spitting up gobs of saliva, trying to get her breathing under control while Tony looked down at her like a conquering god. He smirked and chuckled wickedly as he wiped his glistening dick on her tear-soaked face. Then, without missing a beat, Louise, the obedient wife she was, was quick to lean over and lick his balls and clean them from the saliva clinging on them while stroking and jerking Tony's slippery, thick and shiny shaft in both hands. She was flushed red, eyes still watery, saliva running down her chin, dripping down onto her large, full breasts, leaving behind thin lines.

Seeing my lovely Louise like that, acting like a slave for him, seeing him dominate her, control her and how it was doing such an utter number on her mind was breaking something in me. I could hardly see straight. She had lost her ability to resist, just going along, enjoying it, and maybe even acting against her desires or instincts. That she was such a puppet in his hands was driving me crazy. This was my wife, totally debased and being used as a toy for a sadist.

Tony's smile widened as he reached down with his fingers and roughly pulled her mouth off his balls. "Get down on all fours. On the bed, now!" he growled. Louise climbed up onto the bed obediently and knelt facing away from Tony, resting her head on her forearms and wiggling her tight, round ass invitingly.

I stood at the edge of the room, my fists clenched at my side and my heart racing wildly. It was hard to believe that this was really happening. Watching another man taking total ownership of the woman you love and controlling her to the point that she has become a lustful, horny whore who is willing to do anything and everything, was a new low for us. Or perhaps it wasn't, but I was watching it with new eyes.

Tony grunted satisfyingly as he roughly slapped her perfect peachy buns, drawing a gasp from Louise and causing her to buck in excitement. His hard cock slapped against the crack of her ass. Louise wiggled and moaned, trying desperately to entice him and provoke him into giving her a rough, thorough fucking.

Tony laughed. "Patience, girl. We're going to do this slow," he taunted. He lowered his face, tracing his lips against her smooth skin, dragging his tongue along the swell of her ass cheek. Then he sank his teeth into it, leaving his marks.

Louise jumped in surprise, then whined as he worked his way lower until he reached the sweet center.

"You needy fucking little slut," Tony hissed. "Begging me to fuck you again like an animal."

Then I finally couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing Louise, being demeaned like this was more than I could take. Even though she was willing and giving it freely. Even if Tony wasn't being mean. That was bad enough, but I could stand no more. Perhaps I was a hypocrite for doing pretty much the same, but I honestly thought I would come home and find a Louise in mourning. Far from it.

I headed downstairs and decided to just wait them out. I cleaned a few dirty clothes and threw out at least five pizza boxes. When the sex noises quieted down, they eventually joined me. However, it took several minutes before the two of them noticed that there was a third person there. Either it was all the mess, or that they were that caught up with themselves. Either way, it was telling, especially how they entered together. Chatting and moving around like nothing was amiss. Had Louise moved on like I was seemingly doing?

"Louise," I called, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.

Tony's eyes widened and he flinched as he saw me. "J- John! What the fuck? When did you get here?"

Louise paused briefly, glancing back at her husband. She looked more confused than anything else, as if she didn't know what to do or say. Her eyes darted between Tony and myself.

"Hey, John," she greeted finally, turning toward me, and walking over slowly. Did she not want to rush over for a quick hug? Was I interrupting something? "H-how have you been? It has been... I've lost track of time... I texted you but I thought you wanted space then–"

"Is he living here now or something?" I asked, cutting her off.

Tony shook his head. "No, I'm not! I just..."

I ignored him, turning to Louise. "Look, I'm glad you're okay. But we need to talk."

"I know," Louise muttered, lowering her head. She still had at least some shame, it seemed. "I hope you can forgive me. I've been awful. You asked the one thing of me and I neglected it."

"And now you're continuing the same mistake," I suggested. "I didn't expect you to let him move in. How long did it take? A day?" I could feel myself get quite heated.

"That's not fair," Louise snapped. "I never pushed for this. Sure, I fucked up, but this was your fantasy, remember? And it's not like you've reached out either if you're implying that I've been... distracted. I have, but that's not the point. You left me alone, and then I thought I was just a burden to you. I didn't want to bother you. And it got lonely."

"And if it's worth anything, I got a fertility test," Tony said, but I held out a hand for him to be silent. Luckily, me being near 30, and him 19, worked in my favor, and he backed off.

"I'm going to go to France," I said, ripping the bandaid off.

"That French harlot?! What? Why?" Louise asked, looking annoyed and pissed off.

"Because I want to be away from all of this. I just need to be somewhere where there isn't so much history. And she makes me happy. She is there for me," I replied.

"She's manipulating you," Louise shot back. "You only think she's perfect because you're not in your right mind."

"I don't think she's perfect. But she's what I need. I'm sorry, Louise. I'm going to go pack a bag and then I'll leave."

"You're such an asshole. We can work on this, John! Just give us some time, alright?" she said, ever the stubborn one.

I shook my head. "We've been separated for barely two weeks and both of us have moved way beyond. It sucks, but it is how it is. And even if not... you let him finish in you while it was incredibly risky. I would probably been down for most of your previous options, all of them at once, but there has been a major breach of trust. For this to work there has to be trust, and that has been lost... and the recklessness doesn't help either. I simply can't trust you anymore and with the consequences–"

The doorbell suddenly rang. Louise and I exchanged a look.

"I'm not expecting anyone," I said. Emily was at home... my apartment waiting for me to return. I doubted it was her. We looked at Tony who simply shrugged.

Louise went over to the door and opened it. From where I sat, I couldn't really hear what was being said, but looking out the window I saw blue flickering lights from several cars. I saw a multitude of people. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. A few others. Wait, was that the principal at Louise's school?

I also saw two sets of police officers. One pair talking with Louise at the front door, the other two talking to a larger woman and someone I presumed to be her son. A scrawny kid, kind of a nerdy type. I knew his name, but couldn't quite put a finger on it. The larger woman was livid, pointing at a phone in her hand and at our house. It was clear that the two police officers weren't too happy either.

"What's going on?" I asked as Louise returned with a worried look on her face.

She sighed defeatedly, looking more tired than I had ever seen her. "Just a second."

The end.

*

And that concludes My Neighbor. I really want to hear what you guys think of the end, the series in general, and hell, if you have any ideas for a sequel, then let me know. It has been almost a year and half in the making, but end road ends here, and I hoped it ended with the bang I was going for.

Thank you for sticking around for this series. I know a lot don't care for the other series, but anyone who reads anything I write has my thanks, and I hope to see some of you again when we venture into newer territories and greener pastures.