"Like this?" I said, pulling on the great black column, her pussy seeming to grip it, resisting me in wanting to take it back out.
I looked at her green eyes sharp on mine, and she frightened me a little with the intensity of her lust.
I said, "Our project has finished at work. From tomorrow, I can come home at a reasonable hour."
"Oh, that’s wonderful," she said, which could have been a comment on the brief taste I had of her pussy before I slipped the Great Colossus slowly back inside her.
"So tomorrow," I said, "I can come watch you, if you like. See you go all the way with him."
I felt her tremble a little at that, her pussy quivering around the massive protuberance.
She said: "We can’t tell Robert that your project’s finished. He has to think you’re still working late at the office each night."
"Yes. He doesn’t need to know."
She groaned, writhing a little under the force of the massive object that filled her, my pace accelerating a little now that I felt she could handle it.
"He’ll stay… for dinner…" she breathed, "and then… you can watch me with him…"
I wasn’t going to be able to remain passive for long, though I wanted to see her come on a toy this size.
"And you can finally take his cherry," I said. "Feel him inside you like this…"
"Oh yes… like this…"
She was gasping for oxygen. I was beginning to really pump the thing into her, thinking how sore she was going to get if Robert really was this size, no matter how wet she was for him.
"You know what I’m talking about… don’t you…?" she said, confusing me.
"Know what you’re talking about? About fucking him?"
"Like this. Fucking him like this."
It slowly dawned on me what she meant.
"He’s a virgin, sweetie, he’s never been with anyone else. He’s clean."
And the dark voice inside me, which embraced the jealousy, the anxiety, the danger, spoke for me, assuring my wife that I was okay about her wanting to fuck Robert bareback if she so chose.
Chapter Eleven
I was a nervous wreck at work the next day. I’m glad our project was over - my workload was light, very light. I could take a long lunch, and I could have probably made a case for going home early that afternoon, except that I didn’t want to go home too early.
Tessa had told me she would try nothing on Robert until Marcus was asleep that evening. That meant things would not start much before 7.30pm.
I did leave the office soon after five, since staying late now that our project was done and dusted would have been to start rumors that maybe my marriage was in trouble. With time to kill, I stopped off for a fairly anonymous dinner alone at the Applebees just past Lutherville. Checking my watch every few minutes.
When I eventually resumed my journey home, I felt almost dizzy, and I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol with my meal.
I didn’t quite feel real, what I was going home for that night.
But I had to keep strong, resolute. Forge on, though my flesh was trembling.
I parked the car a couple blocks away from our street, not wanting to be seen by anyone, any of our neighbors. I realized I still had to get from my parking location to our house without being seen, but perhaps if I was seen, I could make it look as though I had some problem with the vehicle.
Just as I was clambering out of the car, Tessa sent me a text message.
>How you getting on, sweetie? Nearly home?
I sent her one back:
>Just round the corner. Be there in a few minutes. What are you doing?
Her reply:
>I’m upstairs, in our bathroom, getting changed. He’s waiting for me downstairs. I’ve told him this will be our special night.
My heart did a pirouette inside my chest. Their special night. It was really happening. My pretty, once demure wife was about to seduce a younger man, take his virginity, and all being well, I would get to see.
I was a little surprised by a buzzing from my phone, and looking at it while I continued to walk, I saw the invitation to join a FaceTime conversation with none other than Tessa. I hit the approve button.
And there was the sight of her in the very bathroom she’d said she was in, standing in front of our sink and the big mirror, peeling off her shirt to reveal peach-colored bra and panties. Her phone must have been perched on the counter somewhere. There was no sound, but she looked down at it, smiled and waved, knowing she was smiling and waving to me. She was already wearing make-up, with heavy mascara and eyeliner, thick blood-red lipstick, playing the seductress.
She pulled off her bra to reveal her exquisite breasts and her hard nipples, and I caught my breath when she then slowly peeled her panties down, facing the camera of her phone instead of the mirror or anywhere else. Revealing the irresistible sight of her bare, shaved pussy.
Oh God, what beauty.
The next time I got to appreciate this beauty myself, she would be a cheating wife. The thought made me shiver, but more in a pleasurable way than a negative sense.
What was she going to wear for him? Something naughty.
I watched, dumbfounded, as she stood in front of the mirror and slowly dressed -- a black suspender belt going around her waist, a pair of crimson and black satin panties slipping up her thighs to cover her mound, a matching bra covering her shapely breasts, a pair of black nylon stockings drawn up her legs, then connected up to the suspenders hanging down her thighs and hips.
In all our time together, she’d never worn suspenders. God, she looked incredible — but it wasn’t for me.
I watched her straighten her stockings, flashing seductive glances at the mirror as though practicing for her new lover. Then she was slipping on killer black stilettos, my eyes still straying over those sensational legs of hers and her wicked lingerie.
A last reapplication of lipstick, a slight tousle of her hair for the benefit of the mirror, and then she picked up her cell phone, the searing image of her seduction outfit fading from my own phone’s display.
A text message:
> I’m ready. Did you see what I’m wearing?
I rounded the corner into our own street, caring little now whether anyone saw me — I’d engineer explanations later if anyone did. I just had to get home double-quick.
Struggling somewhat to text while walking at full speed, almost breaking out into a run, I replied:
>I saw you. You look amazing. He’s going to have an incredible time.
Her reply:
>And so will we ;-) Are you close? I’m ready to go to him. I want you there with me.
>I’ll be there.
>Remember, if you want us to stop at any point, if you want to back out, I’ll have my phone with me. Give me a call.
Slowing as I approached the house, hoping that Robert wasn’t at our windows watching the street. It was unlikely, I knew, but he was no doubt nervous about the strong possibility of losing his virginity, he wasn’t entirely predictable.
I texted her:
>I’m here. You’ll be in the living room? I’ll be outside watching through the windows. Have a great time xxx
And from her, finally:
> Okay, I’m going downstairs. I love you, sweetie, so much. Even though I still think you’re crazy ;-P xxx
Our street was deserted, thankfully, even with a hint of the summer sunlight yet to fully drain away in favor of night. I was able to turn into the edge of our property, skirt my way along the fence and up to the side of our house without being seen, and when I found myself a place in the darkness by one of the windows on the side of the house, crouching in a bush that would lend me some security from all sides, I was relieved to see Robert sitting innocently on our couch, waiting, oblivious to his audience. He was wearing a preppy button-down shirt and pale khakis, very much the innocent college-boy look, which made me wonder if Tessa had fantasies of corrupting him.
And then there she was, corruption incarna
te, looking like a dream, slinking slowly down the stairs in her luxurious lingerie, an angel with a devil’s heart.
Robert seemed to gasp, and then break out into a broad, slightly dazzled smile.
Oh God, it was Tessa, about to hand herself completely to another man.
I held my breath as she came off the bottom step, drifting over to her new lover, excitement imprinted in every feature. She was so confident, so sexy, running her hands lightly over her body as she approached him, her eyes fixed on his, so seductive, burning with her desire.
She was going to cheat on me, and I was going to watch, and I was going to love it.
I was so hard. I caught a very brief glance of hers my way, checking that I was here. She seemed to start upon seeing me there, and even blush a little. But she remained focused, so that Robert would know nothing of her distraction, nothing of the underlying reasons for her doing this.
She dropped her phone on the coffee table, and then stood in front of her college boy, offering him a picture of sheer uncut female sexuality right there.
Slowly she danced for him, like she’d never danced for me before, her hands moving as though to show him various parts of her stunning body, slipping her breasts out of her bra cups to reveal pebble nipples, running her hands over her panties to show Robert — and me, I guessed — what was on offer for the college boy that night.
Robert pulled off his shirt, revealing his model-perfect chest with all those pecs and biceps and abs and muscles I didn’t even know the names of, toned up by his football training and his work around our home. I could see the sight of him like that got Tessa going, and Robert seemed to know it did, too.
She dropped a knee onto the couch next to his thigh, and then climbed onto his lap, her pretty face breaking out into a tender smile, knowing he was nervous about this night, needing reassurance as well as her beautiful body.
I was watching them from the side, and could not complain about the view. My heart pounding at the sight of my wife in such scandalous underwear sitting in the lap of this stranger, her hands sprawling all over his chiseled chest before reaching up to his neck, her face closing in on his.
I think the worst thing for my pain just then was not just the obvious signs that she was hot for him, that she wanted him all over her, and she wanted him inside her — the worst was the tenderness between them. The way she smiled and murmured something inaudible before she kissed his top lip, pressing her body to his, gently stirring her hips so that she was rubbing against his hardness.
She liked him, he was ‘sweet’. He wasn’t just some random stud she was going to fuck, she genuinely cared enough about him to teach him the ways of love, guide him in how to please a woman — and put on the kind of show, as she took his virginity, that would make Playboy look like an amateur rag.
I’d never seen them together before this point, this point where she was going all the way with him.
It shocked me how they gazed into each others’ eyes, how he looked up at her and with one hand stroked her cheek before running his fingers through her hair. He adored her. Always had.
I suppose I’d been drawn to this possibility, ever since I’d seen how she reacted to him, and how he reacted to her, back in that movie theater.
Though I nearly lost control of my sharp seething jealousy for a moment there, as I watched from that mulberry bush, it was a visceral thrill to see this. My body was pulsating in response to their slow kisses, the gentle way she dipped her tongue in his mouth, stroked her nose against his, or the way his hands now slipped around her breasts like they were a natural fit, his thumbs circling her hard nipples, touching her so delicately and yet teasing out the kind of sensations I could see rippling through her entire frame.
Kissing her there, lovingly, showing her ultimate respect, worshipping her as I knew she deserved to be worshipped.
I guess it was a surprise to me, having assumed he’d just be some kind of brash teenager, hard and buff and ready to go instantly, wanting everything all at once, rushing to shove her down and tear off her clothes and thrust inside her.
But he hadn’t been that kind of guy to start with, which was why Tessa had melted just to see him again in that movie theater. And now after weeks and weeks, Tessa had imprinted herself on him, taught him patience and the art of slow love-making.
It made me envious of him. That I hadn’t had a Tessa when I was coming to terms with the power of sexual desire.
In time, she pulled herself off him, though it seemed almost impossible for her to draw away from that kiss. Her body craved more from him, but she kept coming back for another taste of his lips, stroking his hair, slipping her tongue back inside his mouth, wanting to remain in his embrace like that forever, even if she knew that tonight there was a greater purpose.
And an audience outside.
I was granted another very brief glance over her shoulder, even a mischievous smile that said to me in an instant: Can you believe we’re really doing this?
I loved the acknowledgement, it gave me the sense that for Tessa, I was part of this too. I had given her this moment, and I was sharing in the shocking, startling experience.
Tessa knelt between his knees, and I saw her hands fumbling with his belt. My heart rate was soaring. She dragged his jeans down his strong legs, Robert lifting his hips to help her remove his remaining clothing, to reveal that monster that lurked beneath.
God. It was impressive. I had to give it a double-glance just to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. The shortness of his pubic hair probably enhanced the effect, but it honestly looked like a toy, lolling across his stomach to an impossible extent.
No wonder she’d felt like preparing her tight little pussy for him the other night.
Tessa’s face lit up to see it, and though my blood was quietly simmering with pent-up jealousy and envy, I felt honestly glad that this was going to be such a different experience for her.
She leaned down and slowly licked her way from the base to the tip of that enormous shaft, before planting little kisses around his swollen purple helmet.
The sight of her wedding ring glinting in the soft light from the table lamps as her fingers curled around another man’s hard cock made me wince, but also made my cock throb inside my pants.
I drew in my breath as I saw her stretch her lips around him, take him inside her mouth.
Tessa began to slowly bob up and down on his hardness, sweeping her hair out of her face to one side, consciously to ensure I could see everything. She was able to squeeze a remarkable proportion of his enormous beast inside her mouth, I felt something almost akin to pride.
And the way Robert lay back, eyes closing, mouth open, in sheer heaven, made me feel glad that I was the one who got to have Tessa at the end of the day. She was incredible, but she was mine.
I noticed that she was wearing the earrings I’d got her for our fifth anniversary. There was something seriously depraved about her jewelry, the meaning of it all in the context of this infidelity.
She also pushed up her butt as she sucked on him, and I was sure it was for the benefit of my watching. It emphasized the sheer elegance of her curves, but it also drew my eye to the way she was fidgeting a little as she fucked him with her mouth. She was kinking her hips, rubbing her thighs together — clearly her pussy was on fire, desperate for attention as she played with this new man’s enormous cock.
Looking at the blissed-out expression on Robert’s face, I found myself concerned that he might finish early, that Tessa would take her foreplay too far for a guy who was still a virgin. But Tessa was in control, she was receptive to what was going on with her new lover. She slowed her pace, slipped him out of her mouth.
Her eyes darted very quickly to my window again, almost imperceptibly, and yet I caught it, and it burned a hole in my chest. She was smiling as she now stroked his huge phallus all over her pretty face, marking herself with him, indulging in the depravity of this infidelity, obsessing over his adulterous manhood, and q
uite clearly teasing me.
Robert sat up and stroked her soft brown hair as she gently played with him, showing me that the danger was over for now, he could continue.
She took him in her mouth one last time, and then she pulled herself up over his chest to kiss him, that burning lust in her eyes making it clear to me, and no doubt her lover, that she needed a turn.
Robert seemed happy to make way for her on the couch, taking his place on the floor in front of her as she opened those stocking-clad thighs for him.
I found myself breathless again, my own manhood now escaping my fly so that I could hold it while I saw this other man duck down to Tessa, my wife pulling aside her panties for him, revealing the startling pink of her bare pussy lips.
Now it was Tessa’s turn to close her eyes and lean back in the couch, moaning as her crush gently covered her slit with his hot mouth, sucked on her lips, gently teased apart her flesh as he sank his tongue inside her.
She had taught him well. Watching him, it made me think that an older woman was a blessing for a young guy learning the ropes.
But again, it seemed she was only offering me a glimpse of what she’d been doing with Robert these evenings that I’d been working late. I watched Robert a fair while pleasuring her with his mouth and his surprisingly skillful fingers, enjoying the sight of my beloved receiving such satisfying homage. Yet she stopped him short before she arrived at what would have been a certain climax, and said something to him that was blocked by the double-glazed windows, but which I took from the fever in her eyes to be Tessa telling him that it was time.
Time for him to fuck her.
Chapter Twelve
She was smiling with magnanimous pride at him, as though he were about to take a jump from an airplane or graduate college summa cum laude. He had arrived at this big moment.
Her bra was now gone, her panties cast aside. She had, however, kept on her stockings and suspenders, all hooked up to that suspender belt. I envied him this loss of virginity — she looked exquisite.
Robert knelt up between her thighs, holding his cock up to her, stroking his tip gently over her smooth shaven mound.
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