“You’re making me crazy, honey,” Carter said, eyeing her hungrily. “That’s fucking hot.”
“Damn, babe,” I murmured.
“You can always call one of your girls when you go home,” Brooke said, adding a girlish giggle. She was absolutely enjoying playing the vixen.
“If you’re gonna leave me like this, I’m gonna have to.”
Brooke pulled back her dress just a little more. We saw the lacy pattern on her bra. It was a demi cup that pushed her already-fantastic tits up and out.
“At least you’re honest. You put on something new,” Carter said.
Her smile dropped. “What do you mean?”
“You changed your bra.”
“How do you know that?” Her antenna were up, and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Carter slipped up.
“You were wearing something purple and smooth. That’s all red and lacy. It’s sexy as hell.”
She spun on me, hands on her hips, leaving the dress unzipped. “How does he know what my bra looked like?”
I fumbled for an answer, and blurted out, “That dress you were wearing, your bra was hanging out of it, we could see your bra straps were dark purple.”
“How does he know I was wearing a plain, padded bra, though?”
“You don’t need padding, honey,” Carter interjected. Bad timing.
Brooke shot him a look, but was not deterred. Her glare pinned me to the chair, and I stammered. Under the best of circumstances, I’m a bad liar, and I was already out of my head. My hands still rested in my lap, trying to hide my erection. Even then, it didn’t go down.
“Trent?” Brooke said. She said my name like an accusation.
I had a eureka moment. “Your top was sheer! We were talking about it while you were gone.”
“You two were talking, but it wasn’t about that. No wonder you got so quiet when I came back. You showed him didn’t you?”
I moved my lips, but nothing came out. I knew I was caught. Perfect night ruined.
“Goddam it, Trent. I can’t trust you!”
“Brooke, take it easy. This is just how guys are. If I had a hot wife like you and I got pictures like that, I’d be dying to show them off, too. Guys love to brag about that stuff,” Carter said.
“That’s bullshit. I should be able to trust my husband. You share pictures?” Brooke said.
“Yeah, I get pictures all the time. Trent gets a kick out of it.”
I buried my face in my hands. “You’re not helping, man,” I said.
“Of course he does. So he was just returning the favor,” Brooke said.
“I wouldn’t put it like that,” Carter said.
“I should know better, Carter. See, Trent likes to show me off. He likes it when other guys drool over me.”
“It’s a guy thing. I just said that,” Carter replied.
“No, you don’t get it. Trent really likes it. He would probably parade me around half naked if he could, just so he could see other guys pop boners.”
Things had gotten really weird. Brooke’s anger was white hot, and she was spilling secrets now. I supposed I deserved it, but that wasn’t something I wanted Carter to know. I knew it was weird. If he was really a buddy, Carter would have read the situation and excused himself, but he hadn’t moved. I don’t know if he was just enjoying the show, or he thought the situation might work to his advantage somehow.
“That’s a little extreme, but why not?” Carter replied, shrugging. “I don’t judge.”
“That’s open minded of you,” Brooke said. “Since you’re so open, maybe I should really give Trent what he wants. What do you think, Carter?”
“Where are you going with this, honey?” he asked.
“I want to know how much Trent wants me to show. How far do you want me to go, sweetheart?”
“Brooke,” I warned, but my warning had no teeth.
My stomach flipped like I was on a roller coaster, and I was so excited I was sweating. I gripped the armrest to keep my hand from trembling. I told myself she was just getting a last dig in, trying to punish me. Brooke wanted me to think she would do it, just so I had a taste of it before she backed away to spite me. I couldn’t believe she would go any further.
“This is what you want, isn’t it? You got all excited showing him my pictures, right? You probably showed them all—the ones where I’m in bed and in the shower—so it’s not anything Carter hasn’t seen, right?”
“I didn’t,” I protested.
Brooke didn’t believe me, and Carter wasn’t going to help. He was waiting for the payoff of all this. Honestly, so was I. I hated how it was happening, but I couldn’t refuse the thrill I felt. I wanted it so badly, I might have begged if she made me. I wanted Brooke to show herself to Carter. I wanted her inner vixen to take over. And part of me wanted to see where this was all going.
“If you’re going to strip, we need some music,” Carter said. He muted the television and picked up his phone. “How about something mellow and sexy?”
“A striptease? I bet you’ve fantasized about that, haven’t you, sweetheart?” Brooke asked.
I had, but I didn’t admit it. I could never admit my darker fantasies aloud. I stayed silent.
Carter found some cool trance music with a good beat and turned his phone up. The football game went on in the background, highlighting Brooke’s figure. She began swaying to the music. She was really going to do this. Brooke was going to strip for Carter. I thought I might pass out.
Brooke moved to the music, shifting her feet awkwardly at first, acting like she’d never danced at all before. I know she’s a great dancer. I love to watch her dance, especially with other men. She was nervous, unsure that she wanted to do this. I know my wife. She’s fun, and she can be a little kinky, but while she likes to flirt, this sort of thing did not come naturally for her. But she was tipsy and angry, and whatever thrill she got from Carter’s lusty attention pushed her over the edge. I was enthralled by this new side of her.
She closed her eyes and raised her arms up and gave in to the music. Brooke found the beat and swayed her body, seductively moving her hips. I don’t know if she was ready for the pole, but it was incredibly hot to me. Her eyes opened, and after glancing at me, she fixed on Carter. He was back on the edge of the seat, hands on his knees. He looked like he was ready to bolt from the chair and grab her. Brooke watched him as she unbuckled the belt at her waist and let it hang down. She found the zipper between her breasts, and stepped closer to Carter as she slowly pulled it down. The dress fell open—barely hanging on her shoulders—fully exposing her sexy red bra. The bra was sheer enough that I could see her puffy dark nipples through the lace. I’m sure Carter noticed too. The hands in my lap were no longer just hiding my erection. I’d started rubbing it.
Brooke stopped a few feet in front of Carter, but he reached out and grabbed her dangling belt. He used it to pull her closer. She went willingly, still moving to the beat. They were close enough to touch. I held my breath. This couldn’t be real.
“You’re sexy as hell, honey. You know that?” Carter said, grinning up at my wife.
“You think so? I didn’t think I was your type.” Brooke was using her bedroom voice.
“I’ve been checking you out since you moved in, Brookie.”
Carter touched her belly lightly, fingering the green jewel piercing her navel. Brooke’s breath caught in her throat. He was touching her! Oh god!
“I might have seen you once or twice.” She smiled now too.
“So let me see, honey. Lose the dress.” Carter ordering my wife like that twisted the knife in my gut, but made my cock surge.
Brooke bit her lip as she stared down at him, and pushed the dress off her shoulders. It cascaded to the floor, and my breath caught this time. A deep red thong matched her bra, and it was also sheer, revealing the little spot of dark hair above her lips. I couldn’t blink for fear of missing something. Carter gave that long, low whistle he was so fond of, an
d flattened his hand on her belly, fingers stretching up toward her breasts. He was going to grope my wife. I knew it. And I was going to sit there and let him.
Carter took her hips and turned Brooke around. She knew what to do, and her reservations seemed to have dropped away. I couldn’t tell if he pulled her onto his lap, or if she just sat there, but Brooke planted her sweet ass in his lap and grinded there like a pro. Her shyness dropped away completely. She gripped his thighs and worked her ass in circles against his crotch, while Carter held her by the hips. He had to be as hard as I was.
“Feels fucking good, honey,” Carter groaned. “Just like that, Brookie. That’s a sweet ass.”
“Mmm, I can tell you like it, babe. Don’t make a mess down there,” she teased.
“Don’t worry, honey. I never come until I get the job done.”
Carter was telling my wife he wanted to fuck her, and she seemed fine with it. I think she even grinded him harder. It was only a matter of time before they went further, so I wasn’t shocked when his hands slid up her slender body to cup her tits from behind. He massaged them hard, and Brooke hung her head and gasped. Her beautiful hair cascaded down her back, hanging in his face.
I kept thinking she was going to stop it. Surely, Brooke was going to come to her senses, but he rolled her nipples, and she moaned and bounced her ass on his lap. It dawned on me that this was really happening. Carter was having his way with my wife, and Brooke was going to let him unless I put a stop to it. I wasn’t even sure she wanted me to anymore. Was this still a test? Did she want to see if I was crazed enough to watch another man fuck her and get off on it? Or had she stopped thinking about me at all? Did it matter that I was in the room? Maybe Brooke just wanted to fuck Carter. Maybe she had all along. No, I told myself. Don’t give in to the paranoia.
Carter unsnapped her bra with the ease of a man who’d done it a thousand times before. Brooke jumped, and I thought this might be the moment she would stop him, but he slid the straps from her shoulders. The bra dropped forward and he took it away, dropping it to the floor. Brooke shivered, and glanced at me for the briefest moment, but she didn’t look me in the eye. Carter’s hands returned to her tits, now bared to him, and she closed her eyes and looked down. He lightly teased her hard, excited nipples, and Brooke softly moaned.
Hands on her breasts, Carter pulled her back so she was leaning against him. He found the La-Z-Boy’s power button, keeping a hand on my wife to tease her. It was slow motion torture watching the chair go back, and Carter pulling Brooke with him so she was laying on top of him. They were three-quarters reclined, and he returned his hands to her tits. Brooke cried out and put her hands over his, not to pull them away, but to keep them there.
Brooke’s boobs are very sensitive, so I’ve always tried to be gentle with her. She’ll even complain if I get too rough, but it didn’t look like Carter was holding back. Whatever he was doing, she loved it. Her back arched away from his chest, pushing her tits into his hands. I was watching another man play with Brooke’s bare tits. The room felt like it tilted, and I thought I might fall out of my chair. My heart pounded so hard now I was sure they must be able to hear, except that they weren’t paying any attention to me. Carter had clearly forgotten I was there. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, I could see him tugging on them. Brooke cried out and grabbed the armrests of the chair. I couldn’t tell if it hurt or if she liked it. It seemed like both.
Carter whispered something I couldn’t hear, and Brooke nodded. He swept her hair aside and kissed the side of her neck. Like every woman I’ve known, she loves that. Did his stubble bother her? She hated it when I went more than a couple days without shaving. I guess there were different rules for Carter. That hurt, but it excited me more. She had lost herself with him. What were the limits now?
I almost interrupted when Carter touched her pussy. For the first time, I felt a real urge to come out of my chair—but of course I didn’t. I was in too deep, just like Brooke. He pushed his hand inside her thong panties and touched her mound. He had to have found her clit, because she jumped like he’d shocked her. She twisted on top of him, but he kept his hand in place. His other arm wrapped around her, so he could hold Brooke and play with her tits.
“That’s it, honey. That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Carter murmured, between kissing her neck and her cheek.
Brooke nodded and relaxed on top of him.
“You’re so fucking wet, Brookie. You were ready for this, weren’t you?”
Her answer was a moan.
“Yeah, you’re hot, honey.”
“Oh god,” she cried out, arching her back.
“That’s fucking tight. Damn, honey.”
It was like dialogue from a porn movie, but I was riveted. The Brooke I knew would have laughed at that, but she was too busy moaning to laugh. Maybe I didn’t know my wife as well as I thought I did. She looked tremendous stretched out on top of him, nude but for her tiny thong. His arms were wrapped around her, and I realized Carter had taken full control of my wife. He was going to make her come.
“Ohh…oh…god, babe…” Brooke moaned.
“Yeah, honey, yeah. Let go, just enjoy it. You fucking needed this, didn’t you?”
She gave a curt nod, but then jumped when he pushed his fingers deeper inside her. I couldn’t tell—did he have one, two, three fingers in her cunt? He couldn’t possibly get three of those thick fingers inside her.
“Don’t you, Brookie?”
“Yeah…yes…yes!”
“There ya go. Fuck yeah. You’re gonna come for me.”
She nodded. “Mmmhmm…yes…”
“That’s it, honey. That’s it.”
Brooke trembled, she twisted and turned. I knew what it looked like when she was losing control, and she was there. I knew he was about to make my wife come. He did it so damn easily. What was he doing to her? I saw his hand moving inside her panties, his fingers in and out of her. He grasped her tit and pinched her nipple. He kept kissing her neck between his taunts.
“Come for me, honey…”
“Oh god! Ohh…Ohh…”
She went rigid as a steel bar and her toes curled. Brooke trembled in Carter’s arms, and she held onto him, letting out a loud, keening cry. Carter went right on rubbing her pussy, his fingers riding in and out of her. And to my shame, I came in my pants, a big stain spreading across the front. I couldn’t help it. Seeing my wife in Carter’s arms was the culmination of all my fantasies over the years. I finally had to admit that it wasn’t just about seeing men flirt with Brooke, or dressing her up to show off her beautiful figure. I wanted to see her with another man. I’d denied it all these years, but she was right when she accused me. I couldn’t live in denial any longer.
“Oh god! Oh god!” Brooke cried. Carter’s busy fingers had her coming again, right on the heels of the first time. I’d seen her climax like that before, but usually it took her favorite toy. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her cunt. She’d reached her too-sensitive point.
Carter raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them. “Mmm, that’s good. You’re fucking hot, honey.”
Brooke was panting, and it looked like she was staring at the ceiling. Carter also pressed his wet, sticky fingers to her lips. My jaw dropped open when my wife sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself. I’d seen her do it before, but I always felt like she was humoring me. She was totally into it with Carter. She even licked his fingers when he withdrew them.
“You like it, too. Nice,” he said.
“You talk too much, babe,” Brooke said, adding a light laugh.
Brooke smoothly turned on top of Carter and kissed him. She paused for a moment—to toss her glasses aside—and went right back at him. She grabbed his face and kissed him like she was sex starved. I could tell that she’d thrust her tongue into his mouth, and I heard her moan into that kiss, the way she does when she’s really excited while we’re making out with each other. Cart
er grabbed her ass, but he didn’t need to pull her against him. Brooke was rubbing herself all over him, like she was in heat. I suppose she was. This was not going to end with Carter getting her off. Brooke wasn’t just teaching me a lesson now.
Carter tilted the chair back up while Brooke awkwardly fumbled with his clothes. It was difficult to undress him while she was lying on top of him. She backed off, so her knees were on the edge of the chair—and her feet on the floor—and pulled his shirt off. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen my neighbor shirtless—he has a tendency to hang out that way in the summer—but it never failed to impress me how built he was for a guy pushing fifty. He posted that he was at the gym at dawn every day on Facebook, and all the time there paid off. He was chiseled, with thick arms and almost no hair on his chest, making me suspect he shaved it. Brooke appeared to approve, as she couldn’t stop touching his muscles. It was certainly a change from me.
“You’ve got nice hands, honey,” Carter said. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and ran his fingers through her hair. “Your hair is beautiful.”
“Thanks,” she replied shyly.
Brooke leaned in and they were kissing again. In their new position, she found it much easier to unbutton his jeans and kiss at the same time. Watching another man kiss my wife was like mainlining my obsession. It was so intimate, so deep. It expressed their passion for each other, rather than simple lust. It told me that Brooke really wanted Carter. It struck fear into my heart that this could become a real thing, but as frightened as I was, I couldn’t stop them. I wanted to watch them kiss. I could watch it all night. I was getting hard again, despite just coming.
Carter stood up, backing Brooke off so she was on her knees in front of him. She looked up expectantly while he kicked off his boots and pushed down his jeans and black boxer-briefs. His cock sprung out, and just like out of one of my dark fantasies, he was big. I’m not a small man, so it’s not like I’ve ever felt like Brooke needed a big dick in her, but he was girthy and long. He was also groomed, with only peach fuzz around his cock and balls. No wonder he had all those younger women coming over. He had a nice cock, and he was old enough to know how to use it.
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